My head throbs as Pansy runs a brush through my tangled hair. I hug my knees to my chest as I fixate on a point in the mirror. My mind feels slow and my body weak. I guess I drank more of that bottle than I thought.
Suddenly a bright light flashes beside us and I see the red-headed girl, Evelyn, holding up a Polaroid camera. She smiles as she takes the photo and pins it to the wall.
"A Polaroid photo." Evelyn smiles.
"Evie, we're a little hungover over here," Pansy says about me. "No bright lights."
"Yeah yeah." Evelyn snickers.
"Maybe if someone would have had some water like I told her." Mira teases.
"She never listens," Pansy says. "And she pays for it later."
I jab Pansy with my elbow before she turns to fix herself up and I am left to my own. I do simple mascara and thin eyeliner. I take a short black skirt from my trunk and pair it with the uniform white button-down and black tights as well as a tie and my robe. I don't have the energy to deal with my mane of hair so I tie as much as I can into a bun, the rest grazing my collarbones.
We make our way to our classes. Potions is first and we have Professor Slughorn. As I step into the classroom I sense my father as though he is right beside me. A vision of slughorn passes over my eyes, him and my father when they were younger. Much younger it seems. They talk in hushed voices and I can only make out one word, Horcrux.
The image disappears and I see Professor Slughorn watching me with a worried crease between his brows. I grin and walk to my desk. Draco sits to my right and Pansy on my left. I scowl at the Griffin doors as they pass judgmental looks to me and the Slytherins.
"Geez, wear enough perfume today?" Draco complains.
"Says you and your cologne, I could smell you across the castle," I argue.
"Come come, gather round." Professor Slughorn says, beckoning us around a table of potions. "Don't be shy."
He begins to speak when the door opens and Harry Potter and his ginger friend walk in the door. I roll my eyes and look at Pansy who has a matching dissatisfied expression.
"Ahh! Harry my boy, I was beginning to worry." Professor Slughorn says. "We've brought someone with us I see."
"Ron Weasley, sir." The Weasly boy says. "But I'm dead awful at potions. A menace actually so I'm probably just gonna. . ."
"Nonsense. Well, sort you out." Slughorn says. "Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out."
"I haven't actually got my book yet." Harry Potter says.
"No bother. Well, get you one from the cupboard." Slughorn says. "As I was saying. I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?"
I don't have to look to know that the shuffling of robes is Granger raising her hand.
"Yes. Miss. . ." Slughorn begins.
"Granger sir." she begins, stepping forward. "That one there is. . ."
"Vertisserum, Polyjuice, Amortentia." I cut her off and list the potions and Slughorn gives me an odd look.
"Correct," Slughorn says, interested in my words. "And what do they do?"
"Vertisserum is a truth-telling potion. Give anyone it and they will be unable to lie." I say, moving from cauldron to cauldron. "Polyjuice changes the appearance, take a hair from another and put it in and you will look like its owner. And Amortentia, the strongest love potion in the world although it should be considered an infatuation potion, considering it doesn't create actual love."
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The Slytherin Heiress
FanfictionWhen Verena Riddle is presented to the world she has one goal, one purpose in her life, rule the world alongside her father. Raised in the shadows, the serpent is finally ready to emerge. When she does her goals shift unknowingly as she is to work w...
