Harriet Potter

In the rest of this week, I quickly discovered that although there were several courses missing, and there were no important life-threatening exams waiting at the end of the year, the time was still quite tight.Everything that was said in class took a lot of energy to understand, and an insane amount of homework ate up the rest of the time.My reliance on the old textbooks of the Half-Blood Prince has risen to a level that I should worry about in a short period of time. The notes written in the corners of the prince are far more practical and easy to understand than the contents of the books, and they are often more correct.

So strangely, Potions became my best subject. In the last Potions class this week, Slughorn was full of praise for me, and firmly believed that I had perfectly inherited my mother's talent.It's a curious thing, I've been seen more as a father personified in the past 16 years of my life, and people who have been close to my parents have told me in different ways "You look like your father, except for the eyes ".And more often than not, they finished talking and looked at me expectantly, like a teenage girl should be thankful that she looks exactly like her dad.

My mother, Lily Potter, was a high-achieving and popular school mother, a former prefect and Head Girl, and notoriously beautiful.I always knew I wasn't like her, Harriet Potter was an unattractive skinny girl with a head of black hair that would look like a bird's nest above her neck if she didn't cut it into a boy's head until she was 12 Exclaimed when entering the women's restroom.I don't have any friends except Ron and Hermione, and without Hermione's help I probably wouldn't pass half of my classes.

Even the green almond eyes I inherited from my mother lost their original brilliance on my face.They are always gloomy and depressing, with cynical rage lingering in them.Maybe I should be sorry for seeing the world through Lily Potter's eyes, but I've had enough sorrys in my life, and I'm afraid there's a queue for this.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

Hermione's voice interrupted my eye contact, and I scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on my face, washing away the last lingering scent of the potion.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the player selection next Saturday. Eleven people have signed up since the notice was posted this morning. The Gryffindor team is really popular this year."

"Don't be silly," said Hermione, washing her hands on my left. "It's not the team that's popular, it's you. You've always been famous, but frankly, you've never been more popular than you are now."

"Yeah, I endured humiliation and survived many times, and finally regained the title of 'Savior of the World'." It's time for me to get used to the arbitrary interpretation of what I did by people who don't know the truth.

"More than that, you're getting cuter and cuter."

"What?"

"It's clear at a glance, what are you looking at when you look in the mirror?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "Some people will like you for reasons other than fame, get used to it."

We walked out of the bathroom, and Ron paced back and forth impatiently not far away. Seeing us approaching, he complained repeatedly about the trouble of waiting for girls to go to the toilet.They immediately fell into the usual quarrel, and I looked at my watch and sighed.

"Shall we hurry up? I have to finish dinner early and then go to Snape's Occlumency class."

Ron gave me a sympathetic look back, then as soon as he picked up his pace I was left behind and Hermione gave him a tug to match my pace.

Only a few people understand what it's like to have short legs, and I often feel like the world is full of broomsticks and I'm the hardworking buggy.

In theory Occlumency is all about the mind, but honestly there are few things more nauseating than someone flipping through your mind.Learning from last year's lesson that I didn't eat much for dinner and what happened next didn't help the appetite, Snape will probably be pleased to find that my recollections have added more material for his attack.

No less than ten times since potions class, I have considered finding an excuse to withdraw my previous proposal, but neither Dumbledore nor Snape was present at the staff table as they had been since the beginning of term.Snape's office was still there, and my skin tingled with anxiety as I walked to the door, and then I heard the sound of an argument coming from inside.This is not common, I thought Dumbledore was the only one at Hogwarts who dared to quarrel with Snape, and Dumbledore never quarreled.

Before I could figure out the content of the dispute, the office door was suddenly opened, and I only had time to hear the last sentence "I still have things to do".I was surprised to see both Snape and Malfoy turn their heads towards me, the latter's face turned from annoyed to stunned, and then quickly smiled contemptuously.

"Special care again, Potter?"

Before Snape could answer, Malfoy strode out of the office, and I considered tripping him when he bumped into my shoulder, but decided against it.Even without Snape watching, he was almost as quick as me as a Seeker.

"Close the door, Potter."

I did as I was told, probably because of my experience with bad situations, and felt myself starting to calm down.Snape should be proud of that, his Occlumency class was on the same level as confronting Voldemort for me.

"After so many teachings before, I think even you," said Snape, whose dark eyes were more malevolent than usual, "could get some idea of ​​the whole thing."

"So let's get right to it, if you don't need to…" I gestured indiscriminately, the desk behind him now had no Pensieve, and I don't have much happier memories of that than he does.

"Be careful, Potter." Snape's voice became dangerous. "If you really can't remember, I don't mind inserting the word 'sir' directly into your mind later."

I took two deep breaths before I could give a blunt answer: "Yes, sir."

Snape twisted his lips into a sneer, and he pulled out his wand, and I had a hard time refraining from immediately defending myself with the Iron Armor Charm or some other jinx when it was pointed at.

"Legislasia!"

It was just a quick flow of sound and color at first, and for a moment when the picture stabilized I thought I was seeing a cemetery or the Department of Mysteries, and then a box on the Hogwarts Express loomed in front of me.I knew immediately which memory this was and tried desperately to clear my mind of it to stop it from continuing, but with little success.

"All petrochemical!"

Malfoy pointed his wand at the luggage rack, and I saw myself fall at his feet in a ridiculous curled up position, with a thud, and it hurt.

"That's what I guessed." He said happily, "I heard Goyle's box hit you. And, after Zabini came back, I seemed to see a white thing flash past..." His His eyes lingered on my sneakers for a moment. "I guess you were the one who blocked the door when Zabini came in?"

I stared at him, trying not to look too frightened in my eyes.Two months ago his father was pushed into Azkaban by me, and a few minutes ago he was showing Pansy about some "big plan" he was about to execute, and I wasn't sure how crazy he was or What will it do for it.

"I don't care what you hear, Potter. But since I've got you..." He looked at me carefully for a moment, then slowly raised his foot and dangled it in front of my face, pulling his foot out from under me. The Invisibility Cloak, "If you were a man, Potter, I'd crush your nose, for my father. Lucky you."

He draped the Invisibility Cloak over me, tucking it in carefully so that not a single corner of the cloak was poking out from underneath.

"I suppose they won't find you until the train returns to London," he said softly. "Goodbye, Potter...maybe never again."

The replay finally ended before he closed the box door.I staggered and panted in the middle of the office, my whole head throbbing with pain.

"Brilliant," Snape commented, and my hatred for him came back venomously. "Beyond that, I can't help but mourn your lack of progress - mourning the time I wasted last year. Focus, Potter, and resist me with your brains, or prove you have it."

I glared up at him, and Snape raised his wand almost lazily. "One more time. Legilimency!"

Girls outside the toilet cubicle laughing at my old Dudley clothes - I blindly dodged the basilisk attack with my eyes closed - and Ron and I spun awkwardly at the dance, who glared at Hermione and Krum —Ginny perfectly threw the apple into the improvised goal—

And then there it was: Sirius staggering back wide-eyed, the whispering veil behind him—

It took me a while to realize that I was actually in Snape's office, my limbs were stiff, my chest hurt, my mouth was open but I couldn't feel any air entering my chest cavity.Snape's tall black figure stood in front of me, looking down at me expressionlessly.I was falling to the ground, and he would have loved to see me die, and I would never have begged for his help.

His wand was pointed at me, and my lungs finally decided to start working again, limbs still numb.He immediately lowered his wand, and I tentatively coughed a few times to make sure I wouldn't die of suffocation again.

"You had a panic attack because of that memory," said Snape dryly. "It can happen. When a memory is deep enough to be the weak link of your psyche, your enemies are likely to use it straight away." To deal with yourself. Since you don't have the ability to abandon your feelings, the result is just like that, and anyone can easily defeat you."

Yes, my enemy.The way Snape talked about it, like I was a little girl frightened by a Halloween doll, gave me the strength to stand up straight.Anger is my most known friend and foe, and since it is impossible to get rid of it, I can at least make it my weapon.

"Again," I said, seeing Snape's eyes narrow, "—sir," I lifted one corner of my mouth, "or do you need a break?"

"Provoking an opponent when there is no room for counterattack is the most obvious folly." He said coldly.

I didn't respond.I thought of practicing the Patronus Charm in Remus' office in third year, the dementor floating out of the closet and me passing out at my mother's screams.Snape wouldn't give me chocolate and tell me to rest, but I don't need it, I'm ready.

"Legislasia!"