No! Why did he always find himself here, at the centre of a ritual circle before the new school year? Still, just like before, he knew there was no choice. Also, this time it was for his benefit. So, he would manage. A small, black ring was drenched in his blood, spun copper, woven around a strand of his own hair. Harry would put it on him, so he would be the only one to be able to take it off. Not Dumbledore, not Poppy, not even Severus himself. It would make him look like ... himself, just without the scars. That way, he could hide his mishap.