professor snape was the teacher of potions, it was his specialty only he had the ability to handle the mixtures and solutions correctly. you were in your 5th year attending at hogwarts school, when you were a baby your parents were also wizards and witches.. they had been working with you-know-who.

the thing is you-know-who cursed you with a spell, it struck you hard since it hasn’t developed fully you had been getting recent pains in your back but you didn’t know what from..—

you sat in your potions class, hearing the same old blabber blabber of professor snape. he was the headmaster of slytherin, the potions teacher. you sat, following his instructions, mixing the ingredients until a certain scent hit you hard, the same back pains happened but even worse, the certain smell was a type of poison to those who fallen in this curse..

“Professo-..r snape.. could i just step in the hall quickly?.” you uttered, your breath intensified but before professor snape could even turn you had vanished right out the door, every turned confused some snickered..

before you knew, it felt like your flesh was ripping, as 2 firm feathered wings punctured right out from your back..