The Lost Potter

Chapter 7: And What Kind of Man Am I?

Harry, Ron and Hermione led Isabelle to her first class of the year and her first class at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron were playing a little game of rock scissors and paper trying to determine who would have to sit at the front of the class.

“HA!” Ron shouted. “I won you have to sit at the front of the class.”

“Oh come on Ron. I’ll probably be covered in spit by the time class is over.” Harry whined. Isabelle was a little turned off. She didn’t like a guy who spat.

“I don’t think Professor Snape spits Harry.” Hermione said. Isabelle almost sighed in relief.

“Well if he’s angry he does.”

“Yes I suppose he does.” Hermione nodded a little.

“It was a bet mate and you can’t go back.” Ron hit Harry’s back as he laughed.

“Oh fine. Isabelle will you sit with me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah sure.” Isabelle nodded.

“Good, I got myself a partner.” Harry grinned.

“Isabelle you don’t want to be going and sitting at the front.” Ron insisted.

“Oh no it’s quite alright. I like to see professors close up so I can get to know them and then trick them.” Isabelle smirked.

“Smart girl.” Harry shook his finger at her.

“I am.” Isabelle nodded. “And call me Isa if you want, I don’t really like Isabelle my parents call me Isabelle.”

“Ok.” The three some said. They all walked into the Potions class room. Isabelle noticed that the professor she had begun to like was not there at the present time but knew he would be there soon.

“Come.” Harry pulled Isabelle up to the front center desk and threw his book upon the wooden desk. Isabelle pulled out her potions book and her quills then set her book bag aside next to her chair so it wouldn’t get in the way. Isabelle looked around the class and her eyes landed on a platinum blond headed boy. The boy stared at her menacingly.

“Harry who’s that?” Isabelle asked pointing to the boy.

“Oh Malfoy.” Harry spat. “You don’t want to get to know him. He’s a pathetic means of life and won’t do any good for you.”

“No he’s annoying me that’s all.” Isabelle looked away from the annoying blond boy.

“Well that’s a first.” Harry smiled. “Most girls fawn over him except for the smart ones.”

“Oh he isn’t my type. I guess he’s the kinda guy that fucks then chucks, right?”

“Well you may say that.” Harry nodded.

“Bastard.” Isabelle said with disgust. “I hate guys like that.”

“Yeah well you’re smart aren’t you? All the other girls seem to think about money and looks.”

“Thanks Harry, I’m smart. And I do not think like that at all.” Isabelle smiled. The potions class room door opened with a bang. Isabelle turned around and saw the potions professor walk into the room. He walked to the front of his class and span around so he was looking at the students.

“Open your books to page 189!” Snape snapped. The students immediately opened their books, but Isabelle who just opened her books up slowly. She took a little bit longer then the other students and it annoyed Snape. Isabelle then rested her elbows on to the table then rested her head on her palms. “I want you…” Snape continued talking and telling the class what to do. Isabelle just stared at him. Snape gazed at the girl noticing her looking at him and finding it to be slightly annoying at the way she stared. “Miss Levine is there something wrong?”

“No sir.” Isabelle shook her head. Feeling somewhat special that he had talked directly to her even though it wasn’t in a good way.

“Well then do look as though you are listening.” Snape said dully.

“Oh trust me professor I’m listening to your every word.” Isabelle said in a sarcastic tone. Harry looked at Isabelle and grinned. The class ‘ooed’ and ‘ahed’ then they just broke out in to laughter. Angering Snape in the process. No student had ever had the guts to talk back to him like that.

“Miss Levine I will see you at my desk at the end of class!” Snape scowled angrily. Harry began to get angry.

“I’d love to.” Isabelle grinned. Snape stared at the girl with a raised eyebrow. She seemed unbreakable.

“Get to work!” Snape turned around and walked over to his desk.

“He can’t do this.” Harry whispered.

“Don’t worry Harry, I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”

*******

Isabelle walked towards Snape’s desk as everyone left the room. He stared at her till all the students had left the room.

“Miss Levine I did not appreciate the way you acted in my class today and as you are a new student I’ll just give you a detention tonight.” Snape looked down at his desk. Isabelle liked him angry but he wasn’t that angry right now. She smiled menacingly.

“Very well. What time is it?” Isabelle asked pleasantly. Snape was taken aback with her reaction.

“Miss Levine I must tell you that detentions don’t go down lightly here at Hogwarts. Eventually you’ll have points taken off of you and they are very important to… you house. If you cause enough problems and revive an extensive amount of detentions you will be expelled from Hogwarts so I do suggest that you try not to have too many.” Snape explained.

“Yes and I must tell you that a man like yourself professor does not scare me.” Isabelle said seductively. Snape’s eyes opened a little wider. The girl had guts and he like it, he liked her. Actually she must have been the prettiest student that he had ever seen. Snape had nothing to say back to her. Isabelle knew she had got him a bit there. “How does 8:00 sound?”

“Yes, yes 8:00.” Snape nodded. “Now leave!” Snape’s tone changed greatly.

“Ok, I’ll see you later sir. I can’t wait till my first detention and who does it have to be with but you?” Isabelle grinned then walked out of the class room. She looked out the door and saw Harry waiting for her. “Hello Harry.”

“What happened?” Harry asked with a tone of anger.

“I just got a detention and a little chat.” Isabelle replied with a light airy tone. Harry looked perplexed.

“Why aren’t you angry?”

“Because I’m not scared of him, and I don’t like to show that he’s gotten me upset with a detention.”

“Ah, something in common again.” Harry smiled.

“I guess so Mr. Potter. Come on we better get to our next class.” Isabelle took Harry by the arm and walked off not really knowing where she was going.

*****

Isabelle walked through the halls of Hogwarts on her own towards the Potions class room for her first detention. She had just left her room after reading a few books. She walked over to the potions class room door and noticed that it was slightly ajar. She pushed it open not bothering to knock or look in first. She saw Snape sitting at his desk.

“Hello there professor.” Isabelle said lively. Snape gritted his teeth at her cheerful attitude.

“Hmm, yes.” Snape stood up. “I’ll take you to my office.”

“Okie.” Isabelle stood by the door. Snape gathered up his things and walked past Isabelle. Isabelle closed the door and followed him. They both walked down a dark hallway and into a little room. Isabelle looked into the room and saw a wall full of jars containing very odd parts in them. “Very nice style you have going on in here.” Isabelle complimented, sarcastically.

“Yes.” Snape walked over to his desk and sat down. Isabelle just stood and watched Snape as he sat at his desk. “I want you to clean all of these jars with the cloth and bucket of water over there.” Snape pointed to a bucket with a cloth hanging over the edge. Isabelle was a little pissed off about having to do that kind of detention but wouldn’t let it get to her.

Isabelle picked up the bucket and pulled it over to a shelf. She picked up a jar and began to wash it. Snape watched as his student began to work. She seemed un breakable and extremely stunning. Snape was beginning to think that he was starting to like the new 17 year old student. He had never begun to like someone this way, it felt odd, it felt new.

Isabelle looked into the 7th jar she began to clean. Inside the jar was something that looked like feet. She shivered at the disgusting site and put it back up on the shelf. As she continued cleaning she could tell that Snape was watching her, she could feel it. She wondered what he thought of her.

“You know why men like you don’t scare me?” Isabelle asked.

“What kind of man am I?” Snape asked back. Isabelle didn’t turn to him.

“You are a dark strong man on the outside but once someone gets in to you, you become weak and venerable.” Isabelle replied. Snape felt slightly offended. “Am I not right?” Isabelle turned to face him when all she heard was silence.

“I do not think that is me.” Snape snarled.

“Oh but it is. You do not want to admit it but you are. I’ve learned a lot about your type since I was 14. When I became interested in men like you. I learned about how to get under your skin.” Snape raised his eyebrows. Had he met the devil? No one talked to him like this, ever.

“I assure you that you are no where near getting under my skin.”

“Not now but I will be… soon…” Isabelle grinned. “You are an easy one to crack. You are already beginning to go through faze one. I can bet you that I know everything about you now.”

“You do not know anything about me Miss Levine, I suggest you stop talking right now!” Snape growled.

“Don’t I?” Isabelle rose from the floor and grabbed Snape’s right arm. “I know everything about you now and I don’t care, you intrigue me.” Snape ripped his arm away from her.

“How dare you talk to me this way Miss Levine. I may have the mark but it means nothing and that is not the reason for the way I am!” Snape shouted.

“It is professor. Becoming a death eater takes away your life. You become cold, manipulative, dangerous and introverted. That is all you.”

“That is not all me!” Snape raised his voice again. “You are a new student you have only been here for at least a whole day, you couldn’t possibly know anything about me!” Snape walked over to the office door.

“You believe what you want but I know what you are like.” Isabelle spat. Snape opened the door and slammed it behind him making the jars on his shelf shake. Isabelle continued cleaning the jars. She felt a little bad for pissing Snape off but at least she wasn’t the one acting like the child.


Snape decided to go on a long walk and do a little patrolling as he did so. He couldn’t believe the girl. She had begun to get under his skin. She was practically right about everything, but Severus Snape never became venerable or weak!

Damn that girl. I hate her but I want her so much. For Merlin’s sake Severus, think about what you are thinking about. She is a student that is young enough to be your daughter. It would be wrong

The voice in his head said.

Not if it is right. Severus thought again. But how can it be right? She is more then half my age and to beautiful to want to do anything with me, but she did say that I intrigued her. That she didn’t care about what I was

Severus continued walking through the hallways listening for sounds.

*****

Snape walked back to his office thinking it would be best to let Isabelle leave. He opened his office door and walked into see that Isabelle was sitting in a chair waiting. The glass jars shone brightly. Isabelle turned around and looked at him.

“You can go now.” Snape said.

“Thanks.” Isabelle stood up and walked over to him. “I’m sorry about before. Things seem to get out of my mouth. I retort often so I’ll just warn you about that.”

“Yes Miss Levine, I noticed. I would just wish you would not retort back and do not ever talk to me like you had earlier.” Snape whispered dangerously.

“Yeah sure. But I’m still not scared of you.” Isabelle smiled.

“Hmm.” Snape just sat at his desk. Isabelle left the office and walked back to her common room. She walked in through the portrait glad that Snape didn’t seem to mad with her. She looked into the room and saw Ron and Harry half asleep on the couches. She walked up to them.

“HEY!” Isabelle shouted. The boys shot up and looked at her.

“Isa? How did your detention with Snape go?” Harry asked sleepily.

“Oh it went fine except for me starting a fight with him.” Isabelle sighed.

“You started a fight with him?” Ron asked.

“Yep, he got bloody pissed off too.”

“Oooh.” Ron smiled. “No one ever starts a fight with Snape, But Harry and now you.”

“Oh well. I don’t know how people are scared of him. He’s really a nothing.”

“Maybe.” Ron shrugged.

“I totally agree.” Harry grinned.

“Good. I’ll see you later boys. I’m tired.” Isabelle walked up to her room. She looked in and saw that Hermione was already asleep. She thought about Snape as she walked over to bed and changed in to her pyjamas. She liked him she actually did. She had only seen him yesterday and already she liked him. Maybe, just maybe Isabelle thought. It’s love at first sight. Well not really at first sight, maybe in first sight in class. She knew about him and what he was and it didn’t faze her.

Isabelle tucked herself into her bed and closed her eyes.