Quid Futurum (Marauders Era)

Chapter 7

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The next morning, Harry and Ron are running to class. A familiar cat sits on the desk watching the students as the two rush in, Hermione rolling her eyes.

"Whew. Made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?"

The cat jumps off the table, shifting to Professor McGonagall. Harry and Ron look at her shocked.

"That was bloody brilliant."

"Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time."

"We got lost."

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?"

Most of the people smirk at McGonagall's sass.

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In another class, everyone talks softly as they sit in front of cauldrons in a dim lit room. Professor Snape swoops into the room dramatically.

"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...who possess 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 in death."

Harry is shown writing down notes on what Snape is saying.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention."

Amethyst looks at Severus incredulously, "He's taking notes!"

Hermione nudges Harry, gesturing to Snape.

"Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"What? We didn't learn that until sixth year!"

Hermione shoots her hand up in the air like a bullet. Harry shakes his head at 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?"

"That's really not a first year student question."

Hermione raises her hand again.

"I don't know, sir."

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?"

"Oh!"

"I don't know, sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything...Is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Are you honestly extending our rivalry onto my son? He's not me, Snivellus," James hisses at Snape.

Euphemia and Fleamont crease their brows in confusion. 'Snivellus?'

Meanwhile, Ruby regarded Severus with dismay. Disappointed with his future actions.

The students are back in the Great Hall, working on their school work. Seamus starts waving his hand toward a goblet.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water into rum."

He checks the goblet, looking in it disappointed.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum..."

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?"