In the depths of the dungeons of Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry, there was a dour man teaching his least favorite class of the day, fifth year potions. It was only his least favorite because of the amount of cauldron melting dunderheads in it. In particular, a defiant raven hair brat known as Potter.
However, on this day, the Potter brat held a mystery the potions master wanted to get to the bottom of. Earlier, when Potter had reached to grab potion supplies, his sleeve had slightly risen, revealing what Severus knew was a bruise. From the brief glance the Professor had gotten, it had looked like the injury wrapped around his wrist. The injury someone would receive if they were grabbed too hard by someone.
Unfortunately, as a Professor, Severus was required to ask questions if he had any inkling of anyone hurting a student. Severus braced himself and looked around his classroom to make sure no one had blown up yet. He sighed silently and banished both Longbottom's and Potter's potions. They looked like they were both at the brink of exploding into a sticky mess. Why couldn't he have one class without exploding cauldrons? Was it that hard to just follow directions?
Takes Place: 5th Year
Snape flavour: Comforting Snape
Tags: Abuse Recovery
Categories: Healer Snape, Teacher Snape > Professor Snape