Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

Potions and Parcels

~With Wanda~

Wanda: "Vision?" Vision: "Wanda. She's eleven now." Wanda: "Yes. She was accepted to Hogwarts. Maybe we should write to her..." Vision: "I've got her a great horned owl." Wanda: "I miss her so much." Vision: "I do as well. We just can't let the Avengers know. We visited her a few times when she was little." Wanda: "She picked up my accent. I'm happy that her guardian would let me teach her my native tongue." Vision: "Here. Write your letter. I have to go before the other Avengers find out I left." Wanda: "Goodbye, Love." Vision: "Goodbye, Hun." Wanda: "I'll send her another one of my necklaces."

~At Hogwarts~

It is morning at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron are running in the corridors because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting at a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class. Ron: "Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two boys are amazed. Ron: "That was bloody brilliant." McGonagall: "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a popocket watchthat way one of you might be on time." Harry: "We got lost." McGonagall: "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

~Later; Snape's potions classroom~

The students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in. Snape: "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..." Y/n is staring at him; her eyes were a dark sapphire. He looks at Draco, who smiles. Snape: "...who possesses 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 and even put a stopper..." Draco looks on. Snape: "...in death." Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention. Snape: "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention." Hermione nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly. Snape: "Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione raises her hand, and Harry shrugs. Snape: "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Y/n gives up on reading his mind and reads her copy of the Darkhold. Snape glares at her. Hermione's hand raises again. Harry: "I don't know, sir." Snape: "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" Harry: "I don't know, sir." Snape: "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... [Draco has a smirk on his face] is it, Mr. Potter?" Harry: "Clearly, Hermione knows. Since it's a pity not to ask her." Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs. Snape: "Silence." He turns to Harry, looking a bit insulted; Harry seemingly gulps. Snape then walks over to his desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up. Snape: "And put her hand down, you silly girl." He stands in front of Y/n. Snape: "Maybe Ms. Potter can tell us. Since she's reading a book-" Y/n slams the Darkhold shut before Snape could even glimpse at a page. Causing everyone to jump. Snape: "Is there something in that book that you shouldn't be reading?" Y/n: "It really isn't your business what's inside of this book. You'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands if you want to even touch it." The Darkhold, AKA the Book of the Damned or the Book of Sins, is ancient and evil. It contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. It's said that anyone who reads it will lose their mind...or their soul but since I have two souls since Voldemort created Horcruxes from Harry and me. I only lost his soul. Snape: "Right a diary. Answer my questions." Y/n: "I just got startled from being called on like that." Snape: "Answer the questions." Y/n rolls her eyes. Y/n: "Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, that  is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Am I missing anything, Professor?" Y/n's eyes are dark sapphire as she tries to read his mind. Everything is quiet. Snape: "Well? [to the students] Why aren't you all copying this down?" The students obey Snape and start to write down what Snape said. Snape returns to his desk, and dips his quill into some ink. Snape: "And Gryffindors, note that five points, will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek." Snape then starts writing; Hermione looks at Harry and then starts writing. Harry looks at Snape, who turns slightly and then continues writing. Y/n reopens her copy of the Darkhold. Snape: "Ms. Potter! Stay after class." Y/n: "Ugh..."