𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴

"You think I'm like him don't you?"

Silence met him.

"I'm not," talking to the literal Professor of the Potions classroom seemed awfully asinine, but he kept going anyway.

"I'm not his replica, I'm not him," He wasn't his father, he wasn't James. "so stop treating me like I am." With those words ringing through the corridor, he turned and brushed past heading for Gryffindor tower, his heart beating much faster than before.

It had taken a lot of guts, but with those words, Harry Potter had somehow managed to make his Potions Master fall into the deep dark abyss that is love.

Notes:

In this fic Harry is about 15-turning 16-which in this book is the age where a wizard becomes a technical adult-so there won't be much with the minor stuff, just ya know, fluff n shit-his parents died yes, but it follows no direct line with canon and the amount of magic mentioned is minimal so don't expect much of a canon following for the plotline.

I'm not all super familar with magic or how a lot works in the Harry Potter universe so don't hate on me if I get something wrong okay? lol I just couldn't help myself, I had to write one.

This has also been uploaded on my ao3 account too! Feel free to read it there because it's much farther along there!