The Snape Kid

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Annaleise's POV

On the way to Potions, I started up a random conversation with Hermione about subjects. Harry and Ron were also included, but they weren't listening. We discussed all the subjects we enjoyed, hated and already knew. Me and Hermione had a LOT in common, but Harry and Ron just blushed and looked away, embarrassed, when we asked them what subjects they were best at. Without warning, Ron asked me if I played Quiddich. "Hell yeah! It is my awesome passion!" I replied. We talked about our experiances in Quiddich, Harry and Hermione just listening, until I told them, "Did you know 3rd Period is flying practice?" Ha, that gained their undivided attention. Unfortunately, we walked around the corner into a crowd of nervous first years.

Everyone was either chewing their nails or holding their books nervously. I took a few deep breaths and smiled. He can't hurt me, not in front of everyone. I looked at Hermione, Ron and Harry. They looked like hell. I quietly laughed at them, making them look embarrassed and, even though I thought it was impossible, even more nervous. I walked to stand in front of the huge dungeon door, waiting for it to open. I felt my wand press into my ribs, and I felt safe, like nobody in the world could hurt me.

Without warning, the dungeon door flew open, knocking me sideways and into the arms of no other than Malfoy, oh joy. I glared at the door for a second and pulled myself out of the embrace of the handsome boy. He smirked at me when I glared at him, brushing myself off and walking over to re-join Harry, Ron and Hermione. God, that evil ferret. Wait, ferret? What the hell is it with me and animal names?!? I half smiled at my friends and I then heard the smooth, emotionless voice I'd grown up with, say "Enter". His voice was so deep and chilling I felt amused, I was about to call out "Do you need a cough sweet, Daddy?" but instead I confidently walked into the chilling dungeons. Once I'd walked in, everyone else followed. Cowards.

The room was damp and dark, it's air musky from the potions. Snape stood in the corner of the room, next to the closed window. What an amazing way to warm students to you, Snape. Note the sarcasm. I strutted, knowing it would annoy Snape, over to a bench, where I sat down and pulled out my Quill and Ink, along with my Potions book. I lay them on the table and looked up to see Harry on my left and Ron on my right. Hermione was sitting on the end of the bench, next to Harry. Along with few other Gryffindor's next to Ron. The Slytherin's sat on the other side of the room, closest to Snapey-boy. I rolled my eyes at the Slytherin's. They are such suck-ups! Snape suddenly whipped his black robe around him and glided into the middle of the room.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making" He began, his voice barely more than a whisper. Even though he was quiet, the class caught every word. Snape seemed to have the gift of making the class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with it's shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big as a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach" More silence followed. Booooorrrrriiinnnggg. Me and Hermione exchanged a look, and she was leaning of the edge of her seat, looking deperate to prove she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Easy! The Draught of Living Death! Hermione looked like she knew too, because he hand shot up in the air. Harry looked stumped, along with everyone else in the class. "I don't know, sir" Harry replied after a minute. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut tut - fame clearly isn't everything" He carried on ignoring Hermione's hand. "Let's try again, Potter. Where would you look if I told you to find a bozoar?" Malfoy and his friends were shaking with silent laughter because Harry obviously didn't know. I did. You had to look in the stomach of a goat, or of course in Snape Private store, which I've done many times before. Hermione streched her hand futher into the air. Harry just said "I don't know, sir" again. God, I feel his pain. "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape called evily. God, I am going to kill my dear old father. He was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand. "What is the difference, Potter, between Monkswood and Wolfsbane?" He asked Harry. At this, Hermione stood up in an attempt to be noticed, her hand still in the air. "I don't know, sir, but I think Hermione does though, why don't you try her?" Harry said quietly. Uh oh. Wrong move Harry, wrong move.

Several people laughed, Snape, however, was not pleased. "Sit down!" Snape snapped at Hermione, making her blush scarlet and lower herself into her seat. He then told everyone the answers to his questions, then telling them to copy and take notes of what he said. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor for your cheek, Potter" God, he wasn't even cheeking Snape, for effing sake! I glared at Dad, only to recieve a cold look back from Snape. The lesson continued with him critising everyone but me and Malfoy, who he seemed to like. In my case, he couldn't critise me without getting a mouthful from Grandpa. Can't you just feel the love?

Once we'd finished making the potions, we were told to test them ourselves. Mine and Hermione's was perfect. So was Malfoy's. But when Neville tried his, he immediately fell to the floor, angry red boils springing up on his skin. I ran over to help. I muttered "Keisiora" on his skin, my wand pressed on his chest, and the violent boils dissappeared. Thank god. Snape walked over to me and patted my solider. "Well done, Annaleise, now, Longbottom, I'm guessing you didn't put the slug growern in first? Idiot boy. Learn and listen next time" He walked away, then called "Class Dismissed, but I want everyone apart from Annaleise and Draco, who both know how to follow instructions, to write 2 pieces of parchment's worth of WHY YOU SHOULD NOT IGNORE INSTRUCTIONS WRITTEN IN THE TEXT. Go!" He swooped out of the dungeons quickly, and I immediately asked "Are you ok?" to Neville. He nodded and walked out with his friends. I thought I saw him mouth 'Thank You!' before he went, but I might've been wrong.

The day passed in a blur. I had Transfiguration with Auntie Minerva, then I had Flying Practice with Madam Hooch, then Charms with Professor Flitwick, and finally History of Magic, with Professor Binns, one of the school ghosts. I walked alone back to the Gryffindor Commonrooms, I wanted time to think about why Snape favoured me in Potions. He is always so mean to me! God, life is so confusing. Then I realised something. I need to see Grandpa at 6:00pm! I sprinted up to his private study, told the weird stone statues the password (Gobsmacker) and walked into the book-filled room to see the most beautiful bird I'd ever seen sitting next to Fawkes and Grandpa on Grandpa's desk.