THE GREAT WAR | HARRY POTTER

The Dementor

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LORELEI'S FIRST TWO YEARS at Hogwarts flew by in the blink of an eye, though not without a series of remarkable events. One boy seemed to always be involved with them, something Lorelei felt slightly vexed about.

Harry Potter; the boy who lived. She was familiar with the events that occurred with the downfall of Lord Voldemort thanks to stories from her father, but she still couldn't understand why Potter was the center of everyone's attention. She even noticed Hermione encompassed with him, having formed a trio with both him and Ronald Weasley.

In turn, Lorelei and Hermione had a sort of distance between them as she seemed to always be occupied with some new scheme. They still had nightly conversations in their dorm room; one thing Lorelei learned was that her friend was really bad at lying. 

She and Neville got on well on the other hand, their friendship grew especially as he was her partner in Potions with Professor Snape. 

On their very first day of classes, they had double potions with the Slytherins. Lorelei learned that her professor was not very fond of the Gryffindor house, but she somehow found a way around this distaste.

Professor Snape began class by taking roll. She noticed his dark eyes lingering on her when her name was called just as they had in the great hall during the sorting ceremony. Puzzled, she pondered on the fact as he continued on. How did he know her?

"Harry Potter," he stopped. "Our new celebrity."

Everyone's eyes snapped to the boy sitting in the front row. Lorelei could hear Draco and his clan sniggering across the room, he really seemed to be head over heels for him. She wanted to roll her eyes to the back of her head but decided to focus on the textbook before her. Even Draco was captivated by the boy. 

Snape finished roll and began an unmerciful introduction: "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death-- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.."

Though monotone and quiet, his voice silenced the class. Neville seemed to shake in fear beside her. Charming, Snape was. Lorelei felt that potions would be as dark as Snape's personality. How fun.

She looked ahead and saw Hermione with her head high in the air, desperate to prove herself that she was not an idiot. At least someone is engaged in the actual subject, Lorelei thought to herself.

Snape's face looked disinterested. "Potter!" he exclaimed. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Lorelei's head flew to the desk. "Please, Merlin. Something other than Harry Potter," she muttered.

"I don't know, sir."

Snape sneered. "Fame clearly isn't everything."

Hermione's hand shot up again. He ignored it.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Again, the boy did not know, nor did Hermione's hand go down. More Laughter was again heard from the Slytherins. Lorelei decided to take a nap.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter? What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he questioned one last time.

Hermione shot up out of her chair. Harry was silent. "I think she knows, why don't you try her?"