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coreofaphoenixTo Harry, it felt as though hardly any time had passed since that day he was told he was a wizard. Now, here he was, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts with great friends and a mass murderer after him. No matter his position in Slytherin house, nothing changed the fact that he was #1 on Voldemort's hit list.
Especially after the events in the graveyard a couple of months ago.
After the first double potions class, Harry packed away his things and waited for the rest of the class (Gryffindor's and Slytherin's as usual) trickle out, Draco giving him a look in passing.
He wasn't worried.
Although he and Professor Snape weren't always 'friendly', he respected his Head of House. He learned a lot from him.
When the last of his classmates left, Harry stood from his desk and made his way to the front.
'I trust you had a good summer', probably wouldn't fly in this case -- considering Voldemort had returned.
"You wanted to speak with me, sir?"
Especially after the events in the graveyard a couple of months ago.
After the first double potions class, Harry packed away his things and waited for the rest of the class (Gryffindor's and Slytherin's as usual) trickle out, Draco giving him a look in passing.
He wasn't worried.
Although he and Professor Snape weren't always 'friendly', he respected his Head of House. He learned a lot from him.
When the last of his classmates left, Harry stood from his desk and made his way to the front.
'I trust you had a good summer', probably wouldn't fly in this case -- considering Voldemort had returned.
"You wanted to speak with me, sir?"
