Black Rock Witch

Ch. 5 In the Snake Pit

Ch. 5 In the Snake Pit

“Miss Kuroi, you and Mr. Potter need to go to your next class.” I shook my head and snapped out of my daze. Harry was standing, and McGonagall-Kyoju was looking pointedly at a clock.

“What class is next?” I looked at Harry as we exited her office.

“Snape.” He said it with such venom, that I wondered if this Snape man was targeting Harry.

“Does he direct his ire specifically at you?”

He looked at me in surprise, “What? Oh, umm… No, it’s spread across the entirety of the Gryffindor house, but a lot of it is at me.”

“Oh… Where is this class anyway?”

He smacked his head, “It’s in the dungeons. We’re going to be late, let’s go!” To my surprise, he grabbed my hand, and dragged me off. The oddest thing happened when he did that. I could feel my face heating up to the extreme and that unusual warm feeling spread through my chest.

As he dragged me along, I thought of something, “Harry, how is Snape-Sensei going to react to my blade?”

He froze, “That’s right, we need to get that back to the tower, so he doesn’t confiscate it.” He looked at a nearby clock. “I’ll take it; you shouldn’t be late for his class.”

I shook my head, “Neither of us should be late. Let’s just go, and I’ll take care of it when he asks about it.” He tried to protest, but I cut him off, “I will hear none of it. We need to be on time to this class and that’s final.”

He frowned, but consented, “Ok, but be careful, Snape is the head of the Slytherin house, so he really hates us.” I nodded, and he proceeded to lead me to the potions class.

Thankfully, Snape-Sensei was not in the classroom when we arrived. We hurried to get a seat next to Hermione and Ronald, who were working together for today. Harry and I seemed to be paired up in this class. When we were settled in, I realized that we had the class with the Slytherins. The tension in the air was so thick I could practically taste it. I saw Malfoy talking to his two pet gorillas. Seeing him gesturing to me, I decided to see what he was saying. Focusing in on his drawling voice, I was able to hear him fairly well. Must be the fumes from the potions carrying the sound…

“But Draco, that new girl scares me!”

“Shut up Crabbe, the new girl won’t be anything without her precious sword. We’ll ambush her in the hall after class, that’s what we’ll do.” I saw a sick smile break his face. “Crabbe and Goyle, you make sure that no teachers are around. I will deal with the mudblood scum myself!”

The two gorillas responded in usion, “Yes, Malfoy.”

I muttered to myself, “Korera no baka ga manabu koto wa arimasen, karera wa nani?”

BANG! The doors to the chamber flew open, and a sallow, hook-nosed man with greasy hair strode in. Making his way to the head of the room, he turned sharply to the class. In a monotonous voice that made even rock cringe inwardly, he intoned, “Seeing as I am sure that none of you even looked at a textbook over the summer, we’ll be starting off with something easy.” He waved his wand, and writing appeared on the chalkboard behind him. “Today you will be making the Draught of Living Death. This potion can be made by even the biggest buffoon in this class.” I noticed that he looked at Ronald and the Longbottom boy as he said this. His lips curled up in distaste as he passed by Harry and me. He stopped in front of me and eyed me with mild interest. “So your Dumbledore’s new pet student?” He noticed my strange eyes and sneered with disgust. “Take those things out of your eyes you stupid girl! I tilted my head quizzically, trying to trick him into showing his true colors. He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Of course the old fool wouldn’t other to place a Translation charm on the poor child.” He sighed, and waved his wand. Muttering an incantation under his breath, a purplish smoke poured out of his wand. He breathed in the strange smoke, and did something that surprised even me. “Child, would you please take the color changing contact lenses out of your eyes?” He said this in fluent Japanese! Harry breathed sharply in response to his Kyoju’s gentle tone.