The day passed by in a blur with classes mostly focusing on the introduction of the subjects. Now it's time for the last class of the day, potions.
Currently, Harry was sitting beside Draco on the left side of the room, or as he likes to call it, the Slytherin side. Reason mostly because almost all Gryffindors are staying on the right side, with the exception of Neville who was sitting behind him, and beside Blaise.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Professor Snape came in, his cloak billowing behind him.
"There are no useless wand waving, or silly incantations in this class" his voice drawled on. " I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper...in death"
"Potter! " Turning to Harry he asked, "tell me, what would I get if I mix asphodel with wormwood?"
"The Draught of the Living Death sir" Harry answered immediately, only needing a second to find the answer in his memory. With Salazar being his potions teacher before Hogwarts, this was child's play to him.
Snape's face flashed surprise for a great seconds before his usual mask was back once again.
Though he could have sworn that along the surprise, he saw a hint of...pride?
"Correct, ten points to Slytherin" this earned some smirks to be passed among fellow Slytherins and a groan of annoyance from a certain red head .
"Weasley! What would I...."
And just like that, class passed much like the other. With a few questions here and there and some points being given(Slytherin) and taken(Gryffindor) every now and then.
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Potions juts ended and most of the students had already left, save for some. Specifically Harry, Draco, Blaise, and Neville, with the latter three only waiting for the former.
"You three go on without me, I'll catch up"
"But-" Draco was about to say something but was cut off by a look from the ravenette.
With that, the three left, albeit reluctantly.
After making sure that his new friends were far away enough, Harry stood up and made his way to the professor's desk where Snape was currently seated, grading some papers.
Noticing the presence approaching, Snape looked up and was surprised to see none other than Potter.
"Do you need something Mr. Potter?"
Though instead of answering, Harry just looked straight at his eyes and without any warning entered.
The occlumency walls he prided himself with was easily brought down by the eleven-year old like it was no more than child's play.
Harry on the other hand payed no mind to the shocked and enraged face of his potions professor and instead focused solely on his mission at hand.
Snape tried to move or stand up from his chair to scold the boy but found himself frozen on spot. He couldn't even so much as avert eye contact.
After a few minutes of sharp silence, Harry found what he was looking for.
He had to admit, the memory was hidden so well that it was no wonder that a even being a master of the mind arts, Snape never noticed anything amiss.
Still, he wasn't acknowledged by Salazar Slytherin himself on the subject of mind arts for nothing.
Wasting no time, he sent a force of raw magic, so strong that it was able to destroy the wall hiding the memories hidden from even the bearer himself.
Snape could do nothing but glare at the small boy when a wave of memories flooded his usually organized mind, sending everything his mind into a messed up mindscape.
A scream ripped it's way from his throat at the pain the new memories brought you him, making him unable to realize that he could move once more.
His hands flew up to his head, holding it in efforts of lessening the pain.
But despite all this, Snape couldn't help but feel anger as memory after memory played before his eyes as he remembers everything.
A life he had. A life he should still have. A life that was stolen from him.
Happiness. Love. Family. All stolen from him by locking away his memories that proved he was once happy.
Snape didn't how long he was inside his own mind, reliving those days when he was still him. Before his whole personality was tainted by the dirty mind magic placed on him.
Though the question of how long it was, was erased from his subconscious the moment he layed eyes on those familiar green eyes.
The eyes he thought he lost, and never would be able to see again as himself the next time he see them after his memory was blocked.
Harry seeing Snape open his eyes and look at him, couldn't help but smile. 'Finally' he thought. 'After all these years, the wait has finally ended'
"Welcome back...dad"
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Fanfiction"Queens aren't born, they're made. But some people are just born for that title. Some people are just born to be...great!"
