The Girl Who Dared

The Potions Master

" There, look."

" Where?"

" The girl with the red hair!"

" Wearing the glasses?"

" Did you see his face?

" Did you see the scar?"

Harry and I had been hearing this since we left our dormitory this morning. People were lining up outside of the class rooms to get a glimpse of us. and in full honesty I hated it. People were constantly staring at us as if we were animals locked in a cage. If it wasn't for Marley and Ron this morning people would have probably touched us. There were a hundred and forty-two staircases through out Hogwarts.: Wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some with vanishing steps halfway up that you have to remember to jump. Then the doors. Oh god those doors wouldn't open up unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place. But worst of all some of the doors would vanish. I was beginning to hate my first day. I wanted this all to be over.

The ghosts were not much help either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided threw a door you were trying to open. Nearly headless Nick was always happy to help us find our way though, But Peeves... I could strangle. From the previous night of him calling me Lily, to now straight up bullying me. I was about to beat him with my book. But it wasn't Peeves I couldn't stand the most, it was the care taker Argus Filch. Harry and Ron already have been on the bad side of him and I tended to avoid the grumpy man and his wicked feline friend Mrs. Norris. Though something didn't add up well. It was like the cat was a human.

Once you were able to find them, there were the classes themselves. There was a lot more to magic than I could have ever wondered. It was all so fascinating and magnificent that my frustration of navigating this hell hole was gone.

I would pull out my time table and look at it fascinated that we would be taking Astronomy every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week we would be going out to the green houses behind the castle to learn Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, we would be learning how to care for all kinds of strange plants and fungi.

" Then there was the most boring class. History of Magic. Professor Binns was in charge of this class. The man had apparently fallen asleep in the teachers lounge and when he awoke to teach his classes he became a ghost.

Professor Flitwick, was the charms teacher, he was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of class he took roll call. When he got to Harry and I's name he gave a little squeak and couldn't stop smiling at us before telling story's about our parents to the entire class.

" Your father was well rounded in charms. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. He was one of my finest pupils. Your mother though struggled with the class a tiny bit. They complemented each other very well."

By the time the bell had rung out indicating the class was over we hadn't gotten anything written down and Flitwick just told us to read chapter one and two before next class. I was defiantly going to love charms.

Next was transfiguration. I sat beside a Hufflepuff boy. He was thin and Lanky. He had brown shaggy hair and dark blue eyes. He looked honestly a sickly pale. He was slightly taller than me and had scars all over him. I was worried about him but he just smiled at me holding out his hand.

" Hello, I'm Lukas Lupin its nice to meet you!" His smile was a genuine one and I shook his hand.

" Nice to meet you Lukas, I'm Jane Potter" I smiled back as the boy's eyes went wide for a second before laughing.