𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 [√]

Part Eight

Tobias woke up early the next morning; he got dressed before waking up Draco, knowing that the blonde would take thirty minutes on his hair alone.

They finished getting dressed and went downstairs where his Papa was waiting with the timetables. "Thanks, Papa," He said as he got his. Looking over the subjects with Draco they had all the same classes, which they were happy for.

"Don't cause any trouble on your first day, Tobias," Severus said, as the two walked by him.

"Of course not Papa," he replied, smirking before heading to breakfast. The first class of the day was transfiguration with the deputy headmistress.

When they entered the room, a cat was sitting at the desk. Tobias already knew it was McGonagall sending her magical signature.

The bell went off and Ronald Weasley and Liam ran in.

"Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said, sighing in relief.

The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron gasped out.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe, if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter, and you into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time." McGonagall said, looking down at them.

"We got lost," Liam huffed out.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats," McGonagall said as she turned ready to start her class.

Tobias waved his fingers and Liam's hand turned into a clock. He squealed, and McGonagall turned and sucked in a breath, before pulling out her wand and changing his hand back.

"Who did that?" She asked, and nobody answered, so she continued to teach.

The next class they had was potions, and Tobias was excited; much like his papa and Draco, he loved potions. The two of them practiced when everyone they could, Tobias reading all the potion books in the library before he was ten.

They made it to the class and sat together, talking to the two Slytherins in front, who turned on their stools to talk to them.

The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in, his robes flowing around him in a mass of black.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those 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. 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," Severus said, looking at Liam, who wasn't paying attention but was instead talking to Ron, who sat beside him.

"Mr. Potter, our new celebrity," Severus said, and Liam looked up. His face showed that he expected to be praised. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Tobias watched as the bushy-haired girl from the train's hand shot up. They had learned that her name was Hermione Granger. Liam shrugs not knowing the answer.

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

"I don't know, Sir," Liam said, his face turning as red as his hair.

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Severus asked again

"I don't know, Sir," Liam mumbled, looking more than a little embarrassed at this point.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" Severus said before starting to teach.

After double potions they had lunch. They heard talk over from the Gryffindor table that someone had broken into Gringotts. Tobias wonders what could have been taken.

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Re-published: May 2, 2024, 8 am

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