Y/n Cullen- Potter

part 6

As I sat in Professor Snape's potion class, I couldn't help but notice the peculiar dynamics between him and the Slytherin students. It was evident that he held a certain fondness for our house, and this was especially noticeable when it came to me.

Whenever I answered a question correctly or demonstrated proficiency in potion-making, Professor Snape would praise me in front of the class. While some might consider this a privilege, I couldn't shake off the feeling that it was a bit unsettling. It seemed like favouritism, and I didn't want to be treated differently just because of my house or my connection to Harry.

However, I couldn't deny that Professor Snape's words caught my attention. He had a unique way of teaching, combining strict discipline with a deep knowledge of potions. His instructions were precise, and he demanded perfection from his students. It was clear that he held high expectations for us, and I was determined to meet them.

As the class progressed, I focused on following his instructions meticulously, measuring ingredients carefully, and stirring the cauldron with precision. It was both challenging and exhilarating, and I found myself growing more and more engrossed in the art of potion-making.

Despite the mixed feelings I had about Professor Snape's favouritism, I couldn't deny that his teachings and expertise were valuable. I hoped to continue learning from him and honing my skills in potions, while also proving myself as a capable student in my own right, rather than just being Harry Potter's sister or the favoured Slytherin.

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Before breakfast, I borrowed a book from the library that caught my eye, 'Victorian Flower Language.' I was already in the middle of the book when the class started.

"Potter!" said Professor Snape suddenly. I almost fell off the chair in surprise. Then I realized he was talking to Harry. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

'Asphodel? Wait, I've read about it. Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion. The Draught of Living Death. But we only study it in the 6th year.'According to Victorian flower language, asphodel is a type of lily that symbolizes "my regrets follow you to the grave," and wormwood means "absence" and typically symbolizes bitter sorrow. When combined, Snape's words mean "I bitterly regret Lily's death."

'Wow. Ha! Thanks, Voldy, to you! I would not have been able to remember anything without you!'

I shot my hand up at the same time as Hermione. We proudly smiled at each other, while Harry and Ron looked stumped. "I don't know, sir," said Harry. Professor Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Y/n?" The professor looked in my direction, his eyes scanning my Slytherin uniform.

"Professor, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death. Also, I think Sweet Pea flowers are quite interesting," I answered, showing him my book, 'Victorian Flower Language.'

'Sweet Pea flowers symbolise "thank you."'

I sent him a small smile with my eyebrows raised, while he had a proud smirk growing on his face. "At least one of the twins is smart enough to open a book before coming. Five points to Slytherin."

I sent my brother a sad smile, which he returned. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

A bezoar? It's a stone taken from the stomach of a goat. Um... it will save you from most poisons!

Hermione's hand shot even higher into the air. Harry sat still, while Draco and his goons shook with laughter. Draco was on my right, and I sat closer to the middle. My glare shut him up immediately.

"I don't know, sir." Professor Snape continued to ignore Hermione's quivering hand. "Y/n, would you mind answering for your brother?"

I made eye contact with the professor. "A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat. It can save you from most poisons," I answered from my seat."Y/n, take five points for Slytherin. Potter, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

'Aren't they the same plant? Like aconite.'

'Oh no, no, no, Hermione! What is she doing!'

Hermione stood up, her hand still raised. "I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though. Why don't you try her?"

"Sit down," Professor Snape snapped at Hermione. "Let's ask your twin sister, shall we?" He turned toward me and motioned for me to answer.

"Monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite, professor," I answered, maintaining eye contact with him.

"Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" he walked back to his desk. As he turned toward the class, his gaze scanned the room and stopped at Harry.

"And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."

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