Severus POV 2

I didn't expect Sawyer to navigate the challenges within Gryffindor so easily. Should I say the Gryffindors are too naive? I was a bit worried about her, but she handled it well.

All along, it seemed like nothing could defeat Sawyer.

Despite being in a completely unfamiliar world, she adapted seamlessly, without a hint of fear. Even though she was just a child, a girl who should have been on the receiving end of protection, she naturally took on the role of our protector. Despite having no prior contact with magic and having only experienced one instance of magical outburst, she quickly became familiar with her magic, controlling it better than many children from wizarding families.

I'd always known that Sawyer was more talented than both Lily and me. If she put her mind to it, she could excel at anything. But she always followed her interests, not caring much about exams or grades. This time, she put in a bit of effort and earned Gryffindor's recognition.

Except for one thing—she seemed hopeless at potion-making. I couldn't deny that a part of me felt a bit pleased about this. It was my pride.

Extinguishing the flame beneath the cauldron, I carefully bottled the perfect potion. Each time I completed a batch, there was an indescribable joy.

I knew Sawyer was nearby. Was she still reading her Muggle books? Ah, she had fallen asleep.

She was sprawled on the table, one side of her face buried in her arm, her mouth puckered from the pressure. Her gentle breathing and peaceful expression made her look utterly serene. I sat next to her with my book, feeling an unparalleled sense of calm.

From finding the base to suggesting taking over the potion shop, Sawyer never ceased to surprise us. The idea of running a potion shop together, solely relying on ourselves, filled me with excitement. I trusted my abilities, and I had faith in Sawyer and Lily. I knew we would succeed.

My performance in Potions class earned Professor Slughorn's praise, making life in Slytherin much easier. Although I didn't have many friends in the house, no one bothered me anymore, and I enjoyed the peace. When Lucius Malfoy sought me out, I was a bit surprised. I didn't expect the heir of the Malfoy family to approach me. It was likely due to my talent in potions. Everyone knew the Malfoy family's reputation—they valued benefits above all, and perhaps I was seen as someone useful. However, this was also an opportunity for me. Only a fool would reject a Malfoy's overture.

It was clear, though, that Lucius disapproved of my friendship with Sawyer and Lily. That was expected; it would have been strange if he had approved. I remained silent, knowing that arguing wasn't wise, and I couldn't agree with him either. I was grateful that Lucius, being a noble, wouldn't trouble a lady. His behavior, at worst, would be limited to a cold demeanor and a few sarcastic remarks.

This so-called house division would never make me abandon them. Nothing could.

I thought my resolve couldn't be stronger. Sawyer's complete trust in me, even testing potions on herself, filled me with overwhelming gratitude. Was Sawyer intent on embedding herself in my heart? What could be more fulfilling than a friend's unwavering trust?

I knew Sawyer was practicing healing spells but hadn't realized she was using herself as the subject. Seeing her bleeding arm made my heart clench, and I yelled at her in anger. In that moment, my emotions were a mix of rage and fear, and I was shocked by my intense reaction. As I calmed down, watching her heal her wound with a grin, I accepted that my response had been too extreme. Had Sawyer already embedded herself deeply in my heart, affecting me profoundly? This wasn't just a reaction towards a friend.

Muttering about cunning Gryffindors, I went off to brew a Blood-Replenishing Potion. She was indeed cunning, conquering territory while I was unprepared.

I could hide it well. I continued to speak little, show few expressions, and focus seriously on potion-making.

I might never be as excellent as you, but I will achieve something and stand at a height where I can look you in the eye.