The next day went by in a hurry. I had extra potions that night and was dreading every minute of it. It wasn't that I didn't like the professor, it was just that I was sure I had seen him before and would be distracted not knowing where from.

At quarter to 8 I set of for the dungeons after saying goodbye to Hermione and promising Harry and Ron that I wouldn't die.

On the way I ran into Malfoy who had his arm in a sling. I wonder when that  happened. Oh yeah, it happened yesterday when I set on fire. Ah well, it was probably his own fault.

"Well, well, well Black. Now what would you be doing down here then eh?" I smirked at him.

'I don't think that's any of your buisness Malfoy!" If looks could kill I would have died right then but they can't so I didn't.

"I'm sorry but we can't let you past!" I laughed and set my hair on fire. Malfoy gasped and jumped out of the way so I carried on to the potions room.

I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. The slow drawl came from inside the room.

"Come in."

Cautiously I opened the door and stepped into the dark room. Snape was sitting at the front behind his desk. There was something different about him but I couldn't tell what it was. He stood up and came over to where I was standing. He told me to sit at a desk and went over to a cupboard.

I sat down and looked around awkwardly. I hadn't had the chance to see the room properly when I had first come in so I took what time I had to look round. The walls were dark and the whole room was dimly lit. The front desk had a roll of parchment, a black feather quill, a book, 6 empty viles and a small picture atop it.

It took all my strength not to allow my curiosity get the better of me and go to see what was in the picture. I didn't think professor Snape would be very happy.

A few moments later he slammed a book down on the table making me jump. He bent over and turned to the page we were on today.

"Take the book with you and get all the ingredients you need from the cupboard. I nodded and headed over. The cupboard was crammed full of bottles and viles of potions and ingredients. I searched for the things I needed and took them back to where I was sitting.

"Good, now take a bezoar and add it to the mortar." I nodded and picked up a bezoar. I placed it in the mortar and picked up the pestle.

"Good, I will watch you and stop you if you make any mistakes." I carried on with the potion until step 5.

"Stop!" I whipped my hear round to looked at the professor.

"What did you forget?" I frowned and looked down at the book. I gasped. I had forgotten to change the temperature. I quickly did it and carried on with imput now and then from Snape.

When I had finished the potion I looked up at the professor. He seemed to be thinking so I started to read through the book he had shown me. It wasn't a usual textbook and the complicated potions intruiged me. I came across the draught of living death and couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to make something as complex as that.

"Well you have made the potion successfully. I will be seeing you next week at the same time?"

"Yes, thank you sir!" I then left leaving him looking shocked. I went back to the common room and caught up with Hermione and the others.

Professor Snape's pov:

After Black left I went over to my desk and stared at the picture of Silvia and Lilly. They both looked down happy. And why wouldn't they be. They didn't know what was to come of them. Eventually I got out another picture from inside the desk. It was of Silvia at her wedding. She had invited me as she had stayed my friend when Lilly didn't. I scowled at the words in the background

Sirius and Silvia Black!

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A little Snape in site there at the end. Hope you like the chapter. I'll be doing a new one soon.

All characters exept Ivy belong to J.k Rowling.