5.

                                    

                                          
Harry's POV
                          
The next day I woke up to an empty room.
                          
I groaned and rubbed my forehead before sitting up and putting on my glasses.
                          
"What time is it?" I groaned before looking around the room.
                          
All of the clocks were gone.
                          
I furrowed my brows before getting up and getting dressed.
                          
I picked up my satchel before leaving through the giant painting.
                          
I headed to the dining hall and let out a gasp of horror when I realized that no one was there except for a few elves that were cleaning.
                          
I closed my eyes and put my fingers to my temple.
                          
I overslept, didn't I?
                          
Yep.
                          
Snape?
                          
Yep.
                          
Fuck.
                          
Uh huh.
                          
I ran down the hall before bursting into the room.
                          
"Mr. Potter."
                          
"Sorry I-"
                          
"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. Sit down and get to work."
                          
I frowned before plopping down next to Ron who moved my chair just before I could sit.
                          
I looked up from the floor and he ignored me.
                          
Can I kill him?
                          
Unfortunately, no.
                          
"Mr. Potter. Do you know what a chair is?" Snape glared.
                          
"I do. Mine was moved by Ron." I huffed as I got up and sat down in my chair.
                          
He shot Ron a dark look before continuing his lesson and Ron elbowed me.
                          
"Snitch."
                          
"I catch those."
                          
He glared at me. "Catch a bludger while you're at it."
                          
"Why are you so mad?"
                          
"You know why."
                          
I rolled my eyes. "I didn't do it-"
                          
"MR. POTTER!"
                          
"Yes'r?"
                          
"One. More. Word."
                          
I exhaled and Ron smirked.
                          
A few minutes passed before I was jabbed in the side with something sharp. "Ouch-!"
                          
"To Dumbledore. Now!"
                          
I gasped. "He just-"
                          
"OUT!"
                          
My eyes watered before I got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
                          
I puffed my cheeks as I made my way to Dumbledore. "Lemon drops."
                          
The entrance appeared and I walked up the staircase to his office.
                          
"Why does it seem like I come to his office at least once a year?" I groaned as I entered the room.
                          
The old man was grinning in a cauldron as the room smelled heavily of lemon candy.
                          
"Uh- headmaster...?"
                          
He perked up and looked at me. "Oh Harry! Hello!" He grinned. "How are you?"
                          
"Good and you?"
                          
"I made some lemon drops from scratch!" He smiled. "And I think this is the best batch yet!"