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Every Slytherin in the potion's classroom was watching the Golden Trio as they practically vibrated in their seats. Harry in particular looked incredibly excited for class to start. The world seemed to have been turned upside down. Professor Snape swished into the class with a supernatural elegance and was met with the rapid applause and calls of 10 out of 10 from the three idiots he had been in charge of over the summer.

"Quiet down! Today you will be brewing the wit sharpening potion, while some of you desperately need it, these potions are highly monitored. They are not to leave this room and I will know if you take any out. Get started."

Snape waved his hand at the chalkboard before stalking to his desk to check over the summer homework. The students scrambled to get their ingredients, not wanting to risk his anger. Ron and Hermione were working together, 'Mione read the board to Ron to combat his dyslexia, while Harry worked with Neville. The poor boy was always so nervous, so Harry would be the one to add the ingredients and stir as Neville prepared everything.

This system seemed to work best, since it allowed Neville to relax despite the sharp gaze of their professor. They worked quietly, enjoying the low murmur of voices and hissing of the cauldron's contents. Harry had started to hum a muggle song as they worked without realizing, filling the air with soft music and relaxing the students. Snape fought a smile.

"Harry," 'Mione whisper-shouted at them. "Can you do Woman by Doja Cat?"

"Sure, but you have to look over my homework."

"Deal!"

The rest of the hour was spent brewing, not a single cauldron exploded!, and requesting songs from Harry. It was the best potions class they had ever had! Not even Draco and his goons had wanted to disturb the lovely atmosphere. As the students filed out of the room, the trio and Neville, who had been dragged along against his will, bounded up to Snape's desk to gather their fixed schedules.

"Perfect! Hey Professor, what do you know about Professor Lupin? He was on the train and almost lost a few limbs."

"I know quite a bit about him, we unfortunately went to school together. Now then, explain your last statement."

"He came into our compartment unannounced and seemed shocked when we all had our wands pointed at him. He was a strange man on a train full of children! He really should have expected that reaction."

"Lupin was a friend of your fathers. I will also never let him live down the fact he was outsmarted by a few teenagers."

The teens just rolled their eyes, ignoring their teacher's glee at being able to one up his former bully. Snape had told Harry about their father's bullying before they returned. The two were finally starting to respect each other. The teens bid him goodbye to race to their next classes: CoMC for Ron and Neville and Arithmancy for Harry and Hermione.

The teacher, Professor Vector, gave them the rundown on how arithmancy worked. It was apparently math mixed with a bit of numerology. Harry and Hermione both thought it was akin to Algebra, difficult but not impossible. The two adored it. They were assigned a foot of parchment on the meaning of each number up to 9. That was going to be the first homework the two got done.

When they met back up with Ron and Neville, who had been suckered into the group without his knowing, the two were having a lengthy debate on the merits of hippogriffs versus brooms. Neville was nervous around both, but would rather have the broomstick, it couldn't eat him after all. Ron on the other hand had grown up around Charlie, so he was utterly enchanted by the creatures. The group made their way to dinner, just in time for the show.