Potionary Confinement

The Masked Man

PART I

CHAPTER ONE

"You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me, I'm going to find out why!"

And he slammed the door in his face.

Harry stood there for a moment, stunned. His mind was racing with what he had just seen and heard. Igor Karkaroff had the Dark Mark on his arm. And why would he be showing Snape?

Harry shook his head and went to walk away, but he heard a noise behind him. He turned around hastily and saw a hooded figure standing there with their wand outstretched.

Before Harry had time to gasp, he got zapped by the hooded man. He shrieked in pain and fell to the floor, scooting backward in fear. He struggled to see straight and felt dizzy despite being on the floor. Harry felt around for his wand, but it was too late.

The man raised his arm again and yelled, "Stubefy!"

He fell flat, gave a slight moan, and blacked out.
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Severus Snape opened the door the minute he heard a body crumble to the floor.

And on the ground, face down, was Harry Potter. Snape swore he heard him cry out beforehand. So he knelt down to examine the unconscious boy. He turned him over to see his face and saw that it was clear. He must've got stunned.

"Potter," Snape said and shook him lightly. "Wake up, Potter!"

Snape grew worried and checked his pulse which wasn't very loud. He placed his head against his chest to feel his slow, but quiet breathing.

"Harry James Potter!" Snape barked, but got no response. "Goddammit. Hold on, Potter. Help is on the — "

But Snape stopped mid-sentence, for there were loud footsteps behind him.

The last thing he saw was a man in black, before being stunned himself, falling right beside Harry, unconscious.
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Harry woke up with a throbbing headache. He was on cold ground and saw shelves upon shelves full of potions ingredients and bottles. When he sat up he realized he was in a cupboard. Snape's private stores...

And when he felt an arm brush against his own, he realized he wasn't alone. Because there Snape was, lying unconscious beside him, his hair covering half of his face which was turned away from him. He appeared to have a head wound. He was bleeding near the edge of his hair. He must've smacked his head off the corner of the door while being dragged in. Harry saw the rise and fall of Snape's chest, and knew he was indeed breathing.

Harry rose to his feet so fast that he felt dizzy. He clutched the door with his hand and regained his feet. He grabbed the doorknob and shook it, but it opened to no avail. He tried Alohomora, but that didn't work either. They were trapped.

Harry figured there were other charms set in place as well. He needed to get out of there, but the only way he could was if he got help. So he knelt down to his professor's side.

"Professor? Professor Snape?" Harry asked and lightly shook his shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest.

Snape stirred, but barely. Harry started patting his shoulder, panicking. "S-Sir?"

"Potter?" Snape groaned, slightly opening his eyes. "What — ?"

"I — I don't know, sir. We just got locked in here. Are you... okay, sir?" Harry asked nervously. The man was already cranky. He didn't want to know what he was like during an injury.