Every morning he checked the vial of Felix Felicis that he kept in his trunk. To his friends, who weren't in potions, he didn't mention a single word (nor did he plan to) about the reward he had earned during the first classes with Slughorn.
Since he had been selected for Slytherin, he kept confidential information to himself, so that he could use it if necessary; that was how they were taught to be, cunning and cautious, always looking out for his integrity, not like the rest of the houses, who were looking out for the greater good.
He was aware that it was a selfish mentality, but at the same time, it was quite useful.
He knew that if he revealed his prized possession to his irresponsible friends, they would do nothing but beg him to use it against the marauders or get some stupidity.
He planned to use it on something more transcendental: That very day, after afternoon classes.
He brushed it with his fingertips and sniffed the contents. Felix Felicis was a potion that expired after a decade; the problem was how complicated its preparation was, where only the most skilled in the art of creating potions could make it in small quantities. Liquid luck, of which if you drank too much, you would suffer a terrible delirium and overconfidence that could lead you to the grave.
He drank half the bottle at once, leaving the rest reserved, just in case, he waited for the potion to begin to take effect with a smile on his lips; all his senses bristled, renewed energies came to him, crashing mercilessly in his heart.
He licked his lips, and left the room determined; he had to go this instant to the owlery He did not quite understand why, but he let his instinct tell him what to do. He walked slowly and rhythmically up the flight of stairs, listening to the birds screeching louder and louder.
Inside, more than a hundred owls rested, hovered, or watched him as he entered; his own bird, which had no nickname, descended from its little corner, somewhat confused to see that Snape brought no letter.
Then, through the doorway, swooped the largest bird he had ever seen, elegant and with dark feathers, which instantly focused on him, swooping down with a letter clutched in its beak. He left it on top of his hands, before heading back out.
He examined the letter and opened it. He recognized the seal mark, realizing what the whole thing was about.
«Severus Snape:
Incredible references have come to my ears about you, and I am eager to be able to meet you. Magnificent skills in all subjects, especially those that have always filtered out the useless from the brightest.
I extend the following invitation to you, at Malfoy Manor next full moon. No RSVP is necessary.
Cordially awaiting you.
Lord Voldemort. »
His hands trembled as he concluded the letter, which he tucked inside his trouser pocket. The Dark Lord wanted to meet him, that moment he had been dreaming of for so long; he would finally be able to stand out once and for all.
He came out of the owlery as Lily was walking, the two looked at each other for a moment, until the girl wrinkled her nose: annoyed.
"Lily, how are you?"
The girl turned around, after screeching for a bird to descend from the air, grabbing onto Lily's sweater with the help of its claws.
"Well," Lily replied, tying a letter to the owl's leg. From her pocket she pulled out a cereal bar, which she broke into pieces before handing it to the animal "And you?"
The two had not spoken to each other for over a month, and Snape was aware that not even with a dose of luck could he get Lily to loosen the bitterness and resentment in her soul.
"Good too."
His legs pulled him back, in a clear attempt to get him to turn around and go back to the common room, Snape didn't want to leave just yet, even though his gut feeling was calling him to get moving.
"Why are you still here?" Lily questioned, sending the owl out the window, feeling a little uncomfortable from Snape continuing to watch her "You're scaring me."
She had to leave; the potion told her that; GO AWAY! But he didn't answer, instead he ran to Lily and kissed her, without warning. The girl, feeling Snape's lips on hers, pushed him away, causing him to fall face first to the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lily shouted angrily "You're an idiot, Snape!"
"Bu-But Lily."
"You disgust me, Snivellus!" She cackled, wiping her lips "For your information, I already have a boyfriend."
Severus stood up trembling, the voice said; go away! The instructions for use said that. That he was to follow the directions the potion told him.
"WH-WHO?"
"James" Lily clarified, walking without pausing to the door. "Now leave me alone!"
Snape stood at the owlery with the birds fluttering around him, minutes later a Ravenclaw girl passed by who was infatuated with him. He spoke to her, the girl spoke back, and they ended up snogging furiously, with the boy's mind replaying over and over again how stupid he had been.
Returning to his room, with the effect of the potion slipping from his body, he decided to read the description of the concoction.
«This potion does not assure you of a favorable outcome in everything you wish for, if the individual is conditioned by some particular situation or does not possess the means to make the wish, for example: if a warlock has no legs, he is not going to be able to walk, no matter how much Felix Felicis he drinks...»
He couldn't force Lily to love him if she already gave her heart to someone else.
That was what he thought, until with a little Felix Felicis in his body and with time on his side, he opened the door to the room, getting a draft to cause the pages of his advanced recipe book to flutter to the chapter titled:
«Amortentia, bottled love. »
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