The Girl Who Lived

The Nightmares

------->HAZELOTTE JAMES POTTER, for short Hazel or Shortnut as Draco, called her or Hazelnut what her father used to and godfather calls her. She laid on her bed, staring with her teary eyes at the ceiling deep in thoughts.

It was 2:53 AM.

She had just woken from a nightmare, the same one that she has been having since she came back to the Dursleys, His Return; Voldemort's Return but with something slightly different. This time the nightmare had Professor Severus Snape. Hazel had found herself putting lilies on a grave while Severus stood aside just then Wormtail grabbed her to the rock statue to do the same rituals, bringing Voldemort back. Then a flash of green light and she wakes up, screaming covered in sweat.

The nightmare made her covered in a cold sweat, made her feel utterly useless, and to her surprise, she was blushing at the thought that Professor Severus Snape was in her nightmares.

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"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However those select few..." he then made a short pause, glancing over at Draco Malfoy.

"... who possess predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper in death," Snape said before he started to look into the list with the first-year names.

"Miss. Potter, our new... celebrity," Snape said as he reads her name. Then with a rush sat in front of Hazel.

"Miss. Potter Tell me. What would happen if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked. Hermione raises her hand only to get ignored by Professor Snape.

"Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so strong it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead" Hazel replied.

She had opened her book, on the advice of a friendly woman, who had blonde hair and was dressed in black. They met each other at the Platform. However, Hazel hadn't yet discovered the mysterious lady.

"Where would you look if you were told to find a bezoar?" Snape asked. Hermione's hand was in the air again.

"A bezoar can be found in a goat's stomach and is used for most cures against poisons."

"And the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked.

"No difference as such, because monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plants, ..also known as aconite?" Hazel answered straight looking into his eyes,.

"Well? Why aren't you all copying this down?" Professor Snape asked. Then, everyone scrambled for their quills, ink pots, and parchment to write things down with.

"And Gryffindors note," he said as he walked back to his seat, "a point will be given for your classmates' correct answers."

"Snape's a nightmare," Hazel heard Ron mutter.

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Professor Snape is a nightmare. She sighed.

She shook her head, brining her focus on others and their letter. She received brief letters from Hermione, Sirius, Draco, and Ron on her birthday. But not a single one since then.

Dragging herself out of her thoughts, Hazel walks out of her room into the kitchen. She prepares for herself a hot cup of black coffee. But she is unable to concentrate on anything or think about anything else rather than Snape.