The Story Of Sorah - Of Slytherin Descent Series

Chapter Six

I was walking down to the dungeons with Neville, one Thursday morning, since we have double potions. "I hope Snape is halfway decent with you..." I trailed off, looking at him. Neville nudged me and smiled. 

"Don't worry 'bout me, Sorah, I'll be fine." I put an arm around his shoulder and he did the same.We finally made it to the Potions class room door.  

"I have to worry, Neville, Your're my best friend and Snape is mean and evil--" 

"Good morning to you also, miss Connors." I froze and looked up and Neville does the same. Snape is looking down at me, with a scowl of his face. At my horrified look, The Slytherins snicker. "Get in the class room and sit down."

Neville and I raced in and took a desk more the back if the classroom. After we had gotten Halfway through the lesson, Malfoy swaggered into the classroom, His right arm was covered in bandages and bound up in a sling. I heard Pansy and Malfoy talking about something, then Snape saying settle down. I saw Malfoy raise his hand. "Professor," He said, smirking. "I'll need help cutting these daisy roots because of my arm--"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots forn him." Snape said, never looking up from the book he was reading.

Ron went brick red and started to mutter stuff to Malfoy. I scowled and looked at Neville. "That's no fair, He shouldn't even be able to come to potions class with how much his 'arm hurts'." I said quietly, glancing up to the teachers desk. Neville nodded and put some leaves in his cauldron.  I looked in my cauldron and saw it was slightly turning acid green. "Does this look right?" I asked as I read my potions book. 

Neville looked into my cauldron, then in his. "I dunno, but it's looking better than mine." I shrugged and nudged him. 

"Professor," Malfoy drawled and I inwardly groaned. Neville rolled his eyes and I added a rat spleen to my cauldron. "Weasley is mutilating my roots, sir." I gripped my cutting knife so hard, my knuckles turned white. I saw Neville tightening his jaw. 

 Snape approached their table and I gulped. 

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir--" 

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice that I never wanted to hear addressed to me.

"And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned." Malfoy said, his voice full of malicious laughter. 

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's Shrivelfig." Snape said as he gave Harry a look of loathing. 

I chose to ignore the two immature people and turned back to my cauldron. I felt a tap on my shoulder to see a bushy haired girl. "Oh, hey Hermione." I said as I threw powdered stink bugs in my cauldron. She looked over my shoulder and at the potion.

"Wow, Sorah, You're really good at the potion!" She said as she looked at her own. "It almost looks like mine." I smiled and Neville bit back a laugh. "Neville, do you want any help?" 

Neville looked down at his potion and then at mine. Mine was a acid green-- like Hermione's-- and Neville's was a-- "Orange, Longbottom." Snape sneered as he ladled some up and the let it splash back in the cauldron, so that the whole class could see. "Orange. Tell me, boy, Does anything penetrate through that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What Do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?" 

I was trembling with anger. How could Snape treat my friends like this! I was outraged. "Please, sir, I could help Neville--:"

"I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger." He stated coldly. I gripped the edge of the table and looked down. I hated him right now.  "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly." Neville stiffened as Snape turned his back and started to walk away and I couldn't hold my tongue.