"Buried, almost tangible secrets filled the space between them, and so, without a second to think, she closed it."
The scars of war opened more wounds than Harry Potter thought possible. As he returns to Hogwarts for his eighth and final year, he le...
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GASPING FOR BREATH, HARRY SPRINTED into his Potions classroom and took a great sigh of relief when he saw that Snape had not arrived yet. Turning to his bookbag, he yanked out his Potions book and threw it open to the page he was supposed to be on. He took a great handful of his hair in his hands, leaning over the book to read each word at a mile a minute. Each ingredient and direction barely had time to enter his brain, certainly not enough time had passed to actually register them before he was on to the next paragraph.
The book was abruptly slammed shut by a sudden, unknown spell coming from the back of the room. Harry yelped as the cover jammed his fingers into the spine. He whipped his hand away, nursing it. He turned to see Pansy Parkinson sneering at him, and a silvery, cloaked figure striding in through the door behind her.
Professor Snape had marched into the classroom, his misty outline still holding a smirk at Harry, who glared before shoved his book into his beaten book-bag. Ron shot him a look of sympathy and Harry smiled weakly back as Snape finally reached the front of the classroom.
Harry was not quite sure how to feel about Snape after the war. He had seen (in Snape's memories) how he had been in love with Harry's mother, and had been told by Dumbledore to keep him alive. He saw how Snape had acted as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix, how he kept up a facade as Voldemort's loyal servant, but reported to Dumbledore whenever there was information.
Harry thought he would have been able to forgive his professor for the years of insults and bitterness, but as the ghost of Professor Snape stood before him, addressing the class with a shimmery sneer, he felt nothing but the same rush of anger that he had been feeling everytime he looked into his professor's greasy face.
"Today, I will be going over Veritaserum, also known as the Truth Potion," started Snape in his trademark, sniveling tone. "If you turn to page —"
The door to the classroom flew open, inches from smacking Harry in the face. The ghost of Snape wheeled around to face whoever was late to his class. Each student turned to see the girl Harry had been staring at in the Great Hall, her glittering pale green eyes intricately surveying the classroom.
Recovering from his shock of almost being killed by the heavy door, Harry sat up and coughed, squaring his shoulders. Ron gave him a questioning look but was ignored by Harry as Medea strode calmly and confidently to her seat opposite the boys.
She smiled invitingly around at the people staring, eyeing one blonde boy in particular. She made eye contact with the boy, smirking slightly. Harry could not help but notice, however, that she winked at several other boys before turning back to Snape.
"Harry," hissed Ron, leaning to speak in Harry's ear.
"What?" Harry whispered back.
"Isn't that the girl Hermione doesn't like?" said Ron, his eyes narrowed on Medea, as if unsure whether he was glaring at or simply criticizing her. "The one who tries to break up couples, from the train?"
