Annabel Potter - WTM

1.4

[It is morning at Hogwarts, and Anna and Ron are running in the corridors because they're late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Anna and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.]

Ron: Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?

[The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two are amazed.]

Ron: That was bloody brilliant!

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Miss Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch. That way, one of you might be on time.

Anna: We got lost.

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

The Marauders look at each, smirking with their legacy, before looking at the Golden Trio, where Anna winks at her father.

[Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.]

Snape: 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... [looks at Draco, who smiles] ...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... [Draco looks on] ...in death. [Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Anna, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.] 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. [Hermione nudges Anna, finally making her look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Anna more properly.] Miss Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? [Hermione raises her hand. Anna shrugs.] You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Miss Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? [Hermione's hand raises again.]

"YOU BULLIED MY KID, SNIVELLOUS! I'LL MURDER YOU." Even Lily was glaring at her ex-best friend. But Regulus was the one to defend him. 

"You can't really blame him. He's been bullied by you four all because he was best friends with Evans." While Alice and Mary nodded along with Regulus' words, James looked slightly more remorseful.

Anna: I don't know, sir.

Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?

Anna: I don't know, sir.

Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything. [Draco has a smirk on his face] Is it, Miss Potter?

Anna: Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her. Professor.

[Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs]

Sirius smirked. His goddaughter was carrying on another part of the Marauders' legacy: bullying the greasy git.

Snape: Silence. [he turns to Anna, looking a bit insulted; Anna seemingly gulps. Snape then walks over to his desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up.] Put your hand down, you silly girl. [He sits in front of Anna, and leans towards her.] For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. [everything is quiet] Well? [to the students] Why aren't you all copying this down? [The students obey Snape and start to write down what Snape said. Snape returns to his desk, and dips his quill into some ink.] And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek. [Snape then starts writing; Hermione looks at Anna and then starts writing. Anna looks at Snape, who turns slightly and then continues writing]