Draco's POV
"There will be no foolish. wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few... who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to... not pay attention. "Professor Snape said, walking up to Harry, who was scribbling something on his parchment.
"Mr. Potter. Our new... celebrity. Tell me. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand shot up in the air, but Snape paid no attention.
"I don't know sir,"
"You don't know. Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"I don't know sir," He whispered again,
"And the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Hermione was now practically jumping in her seat.
"I don't know, sir."
"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?"
"Clearly Hermione knows. It seems a pity not to ask her." Some of us chuckled quietly. Snape turned a little red, glaring at Hermione.
"Silence! And put your hand down, you silly girl!" Hermione put her hand down, embarrassed before Snape glared at Harry again.
"For your information, Potter, asphodel, and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite...Well, why aren't you all copying this down?"
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"Hey look! Neville's gotten a Remembrall!" Seamus Finnegan yelled. We all turned to glance at Neville, whose ball started turning red.
"I've read about those. If the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something." Hermione explained,
"The only problem is... I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville signed,
"Hey, Draco, Ron. Somebody broke into Gringotts! Listen: 'Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question had, in fact, been emptied earlier... that very same day. Thats odd." Harry said,
"What's odd?" I asked,
"It's just that... that was the day Hagrid, and I were there."
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"Welcome to your first Flying Lesson. Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone steps up to a broomstick. Come now. Hurry up. "Madam Hooch yelled, we walked to the brooms, across from the Slytherins. I glanced at Dora, who was laughing at something Blaise Zabini said. I rolled my eyes.
Ew.
"Stick out your right hand, over the broom, and say "Up"! "she yelled.
"Up!"
The broom flew to my hand. I glanced at Harry and Ron. Harry's was already in his hand, and Ron's smacked him straight on the nose. Harry and I giggled as he rubbed his nose.
"Shut up!"
"Now. Once you've got hold of the broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight. We don't want you sliding off the end. Your other right hand, Mr. Finnegan. Goodness, boy, what have you done with your eyebrows?"
"Lost them, ma'am." He answered Madam Hooch, shook her head, trying hard not to laugh.
"Very well. Now when I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the · ground. Hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle... Three... Two- "But Longbottom's already started taking off.
"Mr. Longbottom! Exactly where do you think you're going?" But he was struggling to control his broom, as he flew around, landing on the gargoyle statue, ripping his robes, and falling to the ground.
"Broken wrist. Come on, dear. Up you get. Everyone's to keep their feet on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch.' "Madam Pomfrey yelled before walking Neville off the field and back into the castle.
"Did you see his face? Perhaps if the great lump had given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fat arse." Dora laughed,
"Give it here, Jones," Harry yelled,
"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about up a tree?" She hopped up on her broom and flew up. Harry started following her when Hermione grabbed onto his broom.
"No! You'll be expelled!"
"Harry, she'll lose interest soon enough, if you just ignore her!" I tried to reason, but Harry didn't listen, flying straight up anyway.
"Idiot," Hermione mumbled,
"Give it here. Or I'll knock you off that ruddy broom." Harry yelled at her.
"Is that so?" She laughed. Harry shoots forward, trying to grab her, but she moved to the side, quick.
"Have it your way then," Dora yelled, and she threw the ball. Harry flew down after it.
"He doesn't know how to fly. How is he doing that?" Hermione whispered as Harry caught the remeberball. We all screamed happily, running over to him.
"That was wonderful Harry!" I said. He laughed.
"Thanks."
"HARRY POTTER!" Professor McGonagall yelled. Our smiles fell as she marched over to us.
"Come with me,"
"Chin up, Potter. They might let you stay on as Hagrid's assistant!" Dora yelled after him.
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"Seeker! But first years never make the House teams. You must be the youngest Quidditch player in," I yelled.
"a century. According to McGonagall," Harry finished, smiling.
"Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us." Fred said, walking over to us with George.
"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron explained.
"Our job to make sure you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." George said,
"Brutal. But no one's died.in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..." Fred said.
"But they turn up in a month..."
"Or two..." They giggle, running away. I rolled my eyes.
"They are just messing with you."
"Oh go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is. And you'll be great too." Ron said.
"But what if I make a fool out of myself?" He asked,
"You won't make a fool out over yourself," I said.
"How do you know?"
"It's in your blood," Hermione said. Ron and I both jumped, not realizing she was here.
"You're very quiet, you know that?" I asked,
"You two just need to pay more attention," she snapped back as we walked into the trophy room.
James Potter. Seeker.
"Harry, why didn't you tell us your dad was also a seeker?" I asked, "I... didn't know." He said, breathless.
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