Harry x F!Reader {Year 1}

Potions

Your p.o.v.

Davina, Hermione, and I walked into Potions and sat down together.

It was Davina, Hermione, and then me.

Harry and Ronald came.

Harry smiled at me and sat next to me.

Ronald reluctantly followed him.

Once everyone was seated, Dad stormed in.

He slammed the door open and walked to the front of the classroom with his robes flowing behind him.

"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." Dad said, scanning the room.

He stopped and looked at me.

His lips twitched up, just barely noticeable to me.

"However, there are a 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." Dad told us.

He then looks next to me.

I look and see Harry writing notes.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you are confident enough to Not. Pay. Attention!" Dad exclaimed quite irritability.

I nudged him.

He looked at me and then looked up at my Dad.

"Mr. Potter. Our. . New. . . Celebrity. . ." Dad said.

"Here we go." I facepalmed.

"Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Dad asked Harry.

Hermione's hand shot up.

I put it down.

Harry shrugs.

"Oh, come on." I said in disbelief.

"Y/n." Dad said with a warning tone.

I just shrugged.

He looked back to Harry.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Dad asked.

Hermione's hand shot up again, this time slightly higher.

I put her hand down.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said.

"Really?" I asked my Dad.

He gave me a look.

I put my hands up in surrender.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Dad asked another question.

Hermione was practically out of her seat, and I pulled her back down.

"I don't know, sir. Clearly Hermione knows. Since it's a pity not to ask her." Harry sassed.

I laughed.

Dad glared a little.

I just smiled.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything." Dad told him.

He stood up straight and turned to me.

Here we go.

"Since you find it so amusing, Ms. Snape, tell us the answers." Dad told me.

I rolled my eyes.

Then I thought of something and smirked.

"What were the questions again, Professor?" I asked.

He knew I was messing with him.

"Answer the questions I asked, or you can scrub cauldrons without magic." He said sternly.

"Okay, okay. Don't get your robes in a twist." I told him and stood up from my seat.

Some of the students laughed at my remark.

I looked at him and said, "The first answer is asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful that it is known as Draught of Living Death."

"Second, a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it will save you from most poisons." I explained to the class.

"Last but not least, if I do say so myself, monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." I told him.

Dad looked proud of me.

He gave me a rare smile, but only I noticed it.

He looked around the classroom.

"Well? Why isn't anyone writing this down?" Dad asked, and soon everyone started writing.

"And Gryffindors, make note that five points will be taken from your house. . . For your classmate's cheek." Dad told them.

"And Slytherins earn fifteen points for their house. Five points for each question that is answered correct." Dad said, and all Slytherins celebrated, except me.

I didn't care.

"May I say the meaning behind your questions and the answers?" I asked.

He looked at me and said, "No."

I sighed and sat down.

Harry turned and asked me what I meant about the meaning behind what my dad had asked him.

I told him, "It means 'I bitterly regret Lily's death' in flower language."

He just looked away in thought.

"If you ever need help, just come to me. I don't mind." I whispered to Harry.

"Thanks." He smiled at me.

*Dad clears his throat*

I looked over at him then smiled innocently at him, and got to work.

"Why did you keep putting my hand down?" Hermione asked me.

"Cause I knew he wouldn't have let you answer. The questions were for Harry. I only answered 'cause he wanted me to." I explained.

She just nodded, satisfied with my reasoning.

Soon enough, he dismissed the class.

We walked out and went to the Great Hall to study and do some homework.