The Potions Master

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I'm back guys sorry, I was taking a winters break to catch up in school and relax, but up and ready to get carpal tunnel syndrome typing!

I was reading Rita Skeeta's just released blasphemous paper, the things she wrote about me, saying I was an explosive disturbed child. I hated this woman more than I hated Lockhart. She was an imbecile, completely! I was sitting in Severus's study waiting for him to return from a staff meeting, today was the day, the day the first task starts.

I tossed the paper to the side into the garbage crossing my arms, I was secretly sitting in Severus's chair, it was comfortable and large, like a throne in a way. I tried sitting in it once before but he really didn't like it. He told me it wasn't allowed and that I'm just still like any other student so I don't get 'special' privileges. No special privileges my butt! He lets me get away with anything just about. There was no classes the past few days, Severus was telling me about dragons the last week, be actually forced me to stay more often and study then, it was awfully tiring. None of my classes involved anything about dragons, I don't really know why he was forcing me to study dragons more than I needed but I knew a heck of a lot about them now. I understand that I was going to fight one or something for some egg, but I knew practically everything about them, from how hard their scales are to their breathing patterns, to how many toes they had. He actually made me stay up till 2am studying yesterday, today I'm just mentally exhausted. Nothing felt good, I was becoming lonely, that stupid paper, and this dumb tournament. I began to start feeling curious and I looked towards the classroom entrance, checking for anyone, once I saw no one was there I began to look through Severus's desk. It felt wrong, but if he wouldn't let me tell him a secret, I would have to just dive in myself. After just finding a small drawer dedicated to failing students he hated, I paused. This was wrong, not that I was digging through his things, but that he would do thise deliberately to kids just because he hated them, I could see Harry and Ron a few of them. He would hand tests out that were way harder to them specifically, casting them out.. what the heck? I began digging further threw the file cabinet, eventually I found mine. I looked threw the grade cards, and I.. he.. he.. he gave me all A's. Even when I had completely failed that test! That assignment!

He was just- he was passing me! If anyone found out he was giving these kinds of privileges to a student, he would be fired! Maybe even sent to Azkaban.. maybe that was to far. Tch yeah, no special privileges my butt.

"I've returned Y/n". I heard the door open and I slammed the drawers shut and jumped out of his seat walking quickly away from it, trying to act natural- but failing. "Why're you standing so awkwardly there? Have you been standing the last hour? Must be tired". He asked confusedly making his way to his desk. "Nothing I was just, nothin, I was Boop doop just heheh, doin nothin, same old Y/n, doing nooothing". I said suspiciously, awkwardly trying to act normal. He furrowed his brow at me and scooted in towards his desk, suspiciously looking at me. "Why are these files not in my desk?" Severus saw a few of Harry's papers displayed scattered, damn! Forgot to throw them back in. Just when I was about on say I didn't know why, the monitors came on.

"Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Y/n L/N, Cedric Diggory, and Harry Potter, please head to the Courtyard, all other students head to the inside of the great hall".

"Well, that's my cue Sev! Wish me luck.. I'll need it". I muttered and ran out of his room before he could stop me. I felt anxiety rush through my body as I headed out to the courtyard, when I was almost there Blaise stopped me, Blaise Zabini. He took my hand, and kissed it. "Be careful, I'd like you to not scratch up that pretty face". He soothes and let go of me, then waved me off and walked on his own way to the Great Hall. I felt my face flush red and I continued on to the Courtyard, met with all the Headmasters from the three schools. "Put these outfits on you three- I mean.. well, five". Dumbledore handed each of us customized uniforms for the tournaments, with our house colors and fit for the task we were supposed to win. It looked comfy enough. Mine was a hoodless tight black sweater, with a detailed green S on the back, some ripped jeans and converse, easy to run in shoes. I felt like I wasn't ready. I may know a lot about dragons, but I didn't know how to fight them.