Orchids, Quidditch And A Basilisk (A Harry Potter New Generation Fanfiction)

TWO

Parts in italic are Parseltongue.

Padme headed to the potions class room alone since all her fellow Slytherins of sixth year didn't take potions. She entered the class and saw two Ravenclaws, one Hufflepuff and one Gryffindor already seated. She sat on a stool and waited while flipping through the pages of her Advanced Potion Making book. Then, suddenly she felt something grab her shoulders. She was so surprised she screamed, turned and threw a punch to what was standing there: James Potter.

He stumbled on the shelves behind him and almost knocked down some small vials of green liquid.

"What did you do that for?" asked James

"Why did you grab my shoulders like that?" answered Padme

"I wanted to scare you! Isn't obvious?" he replied

"Well, I didn't want to be scared! Isn't that obvious too?"

"Fair enough," James said as he sat on the stool next to Padme.

"No way! No, you're not sitting here," she said

"Everywhere else is taken!"

"That's not true, go sit at that table alone!"

"But then I won't have a partner!"

"I don't want to be your partner! You suck at Herbology and can't imagine you being extremely gifted at potion making!"

"Come on...I'll work, I swear. You saw me all these past years, I'm actually not that bad at potion making!"

"Fine."

"Thanks Black, you're the best!"

"I know. "

The teacher arrived in class and started her lesson.

"Potions is a difficult class and I expect all of you here to have the will to put the necessary efforts into achieving it. Did I make myself clear?" asked Professor Lima

"Yes, Professor," the class answered

"Very well, let's start, shall we?" she added with excitement in her eyes.

Professor Lima was a young woman with brown hair often tied in a braid. It was only her fifth year of teaching at Hogwarts. She replaced Slughorn when he retired, for the second time. She was always very passionate about everything concerning potions and was nice, but she held discipline well in her class.

"How on Merlin's beard did you manage to make it to my class Mr. Potter?" she asked after scanning the class with her eyes.

"I got an E in my OWLs!" James answered proudly

"No spell was implied? No trick, no charm? Nothing?"

"I promise!"

"I hope you're telling the truth!" she answered with a smile. He was.

Professor Lima asked them to brew a euphoria potion in teams of two as a first task this year.

"The fun begins," whispered Potter

"Don't you dare spoil our potion!" said Padme, worried about the suspicious look on his face.

"Oh, please, the only thing I'll do is help. It took me two hours of searching but I found it," he said with satisfaction as he pulled out an old book from his bag.

"Why do you have a destroyed version of the potion book?"

"Destroyed? No. Upgraded."

Padme looked at the book, black ink stained the pages everywhere. She looked closer and realized that those were notes, left by a former student. She flipped the pages until she found a name.