Daughter of a Criminal

The First Day

The next morning, Harry, Ron, and Ann ran down the stone halls to their first class of the day, Transfiguration. They stopped to catch their breath
"We're lost aren't we," Harry said out of breath.
"I told you... we should've...made... a right... at the moving staircase... then a left... at the end of the hall," Ann told them
"No, it was a left at the staircase then a left at the end of the hallway," Ron siad.
"Obviously, we're lost and you're acting like you're not," Ann said before turning on her heel and running towards class.
"Hey wait this isn't over," Ron called out before running after Harry at his heels. Harry, Ron, and Ann finally found the classroom after what seemed like to be an eternity. Inside there was a tabby cat that was sitting on a desk. The three rushed into the classroom. Harry signaled at Ron and Ann to hurry and find them before Professor McGonagall found out.
"Whew," Ann said with a sigh of relief,
"We made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?," Ron asked the two when all of a sudden, the cat that was on the desk jumped off and turned into Professor McGonagall. Harry, Ron, and Ann were completely amazed.
"That was bloody brilliant," Ron said as Ann elbowed him in the ribs.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said before telling them off.
"Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr.Potter along with Ms.Black and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time,"
"We got lost," Harry told her.
"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats," McGonagall gestured to the three seats at the front.
"Sorry, professor," Ann said apologetically. After Harry, Ron, and Ann found their seats, McGonagall proceeded with the class.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," McGonagall said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned," Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed, especially Ann who couldn't wait to get started. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and Ann had made any difference to their matches; Anns looked almost like a needle, whereas Hermoines was the tiniest bit silver. Professor McGonagall showed the class how they had gone all silver and pointy and gave Ann and Hermoine a rare smile. After Transfiguration was Potions later that afternoon. Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. The students were chattering amongst each other and sitting near steaming cauldrons. But the chattering suddenly stopped when the dungeon doors slammed open as a tall slender man with a long, black cloak came rushing in. It was Professor Snape.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class," Snape said as he walked up to the front of the 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, Snape noticed Harry writing down everything he said on a parchment paper without paying any attention.
"Then again," Snape continued. "Maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention," Hermione nudged Harry in the ribs and Harry looked up to see Snape staring at him.
"Mr.Potter," said Snape. "Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?," he asked as Hermione's hand shot up like a rocket. Harry shrugged
"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?," Snape asked as Hermione's hand shot up again.
"I don't know, sir," Harry said. Snape continued to question him while Hermione tried desperately for her name to be called to answer the questions.
"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?," Snape asked, Harry just shrugged
"I'll ask again. What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?," Snape asked Harry
"I don't know, sir," Harry said.
"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr.Potter?," Snape asked the boy.
"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her," Ann told Snape. The students all laughed.
"Silence," Snape said as he walked over to Harry's seat.
"Put your hand down you stupid girl," snapped Snape. Hermione put her hand down slowly.
"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." Snape and Harry stared at each other for a moment until Snape said,
"Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?," There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said,
"And Gryffindors take note that five points will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Black,"