My Life At Hogwarts

Secret Hideaway

I woke up and stretched. I looked at my watch on my wrist and saw it was nine in the morning. Uh oh. I'm running late for class. I quickly got changed into my uniform and picked up my bag, shoving my textbooks inside. I left the dorm and ran out of the tower.

I ran around the castle, getting annoyed when the stairs decided to move. I ran down the corridor and stopped outside the potions classroom. I panted for a bit and waited until I had caught my breath. I walked in and sat down next to George.

"I thought you was going to miss this lesson. Cutting it close aren't you?" He remarked.

"Yeah. I know. I overslept." I said.

I paid attention to what Snape was writing on the blackboard and wrote it down neatly, not registering what was written. Snape told us we would be working individually to create a potion that he believes we should all be taking before his class.

That's easy enough. The answer is a wit-sharpening potion. I set about collecting my ingredients. I chopped them and added them to the cauldron. I poured in the liquids and stirred. Soon I was finished. I poured the potion into a few vials, making sure all the potion was taken out. I wrote my name on one label and stuck it onto a vial.

For the rest, I just labeled them with what potion was inside. I took the vial that had my name on and handed it to Professor Snape who took it to mark. I waited in silence for the rest of the class to finish writing.

"Class dismissed."

I stood up and grabbed my bag, waiting for George to finish cleaning up. We left the classroom and trudged to the defense against the dark arts class. This class would have been interesting, if we had a teacher who could actually teach.

I sat down next to George and opened my textbook. I jotted down notes from my page and tried to listen to Professor Quirrel teach. His whiny voice was slowly giving me a headache. I sighed and played with my wand, waving it around.

Professor Quirrel grabbed at his throat and looked around the room. He grabbed at his glass but knocked it on the floor, shattering it. His face went red and he clawed at his neck. Someone bumped into me and I dropped my wand. I picked it up from the floor and noticed that Hermione was offering to take Quirrel to the medical wing.

"Well that lesson took a turn." George said as we watched the teacher leave.

"It really did. What lesson do we have next?" I asked.

"History, then transfiguration and then charms." Fred answered.

"History is going to be so boring." I sighed.

"Isn't it always?" George chimed in.

We walked out of the class and outside to a courtyard. I snorted as the fountain was spewing out red bubbles. I dipped my hand in and tossed the bubbles at George. He laughed and tossed some at Fred.

"Well well well. If it isn't the blood traitors and their pet." Malfoy scowled.

I looked up and saw he had red hair. I snorted. It looked like he had a shower this morning then.

"Red hair doesn't suit you. If anything, you'd probably look better with a natural colour like brown or black." Fred said.

"Purple would suit him." I said

"Nah. Definitely green." George laughed.

"My father will hear about this. I know you did this." Draco scowled, raising his wand.

"I wonder if you tell your father everything you do. If you know what I mean. If not, I'm sure I could tell him." I smiled.

He glared at me and he left the courtyard.