THE HEIR.

SO HE IS HANDSOME AND INTELLIGENT TOO?

The first day of classes at Hogwarts was always filled with excitement and nerves. Siddarth woke up early, his blue phoenix, Azzura, chirping cheerfully as he prepared for his day. He made sure he was on time, his robes perfectly neat, and his books and wand ready.

As he entered the Transfiguration classroom, he saw that Harry, Ron, Nyla, and Hermione were already seated. They looked up as he walked in, and Harry and Ron exchanged a mischievous glance.

"Look, it's the snake," Harry whispered loudly to Ron, grinning.

"Yeah, wonder if he'll hiss at us," Ron added with a smirk.

Siddarth calmly took a seat, unfazed. "You know, Madam McGonagall is right in front of us," he said quietly, giving them a pointed look.

Harry and Ron laughed. "We only see a cat," Ron joked.

At that moment, McGonagall transformed from her Animagus form back into her human self, standing directly in front of them. "Is that so, Mr. Weasley?" she said sternly, her eyes narrowing.

The laughter died instantly, and Harry and Ron's faces turned bright red. "I believe that warrants a deduction of five points from Gryffindor," McGonagall declared.

The Gryffindor pair groaned in unison.

Turning to Siddarth, McGonagall's expression softened. "How did you know I was there, Mr. Valentine?"

Siddarth smiled modestly. "I've read about Animagus forms, Professor. I noticed some distinct behaviors that gave you away."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "It seems you've done your homework. Five points to Slytherin for your perceptiveness and an additional five for your knowledge."

The Slytherin students beamed, clearly pleased. Siddarth nodded in appreciation, feeling a sense of pride.

The class continued, and Siddarth found himself enjoying the lesson. McGonagall's teachings were clear and insightful, and he absorbed every word. As the lesson ended and the students filed out, Hermione approached him.

"That was impressive," she said, smiling. "You really know your stuff."

"Thanks, Hermione," Siddarth replied, his blue eyes sparkling. "I've always been fascinated by Transfiguration."

As they walked to their next class, Harry and Ron hung back, clearly still a bit miffed about losing points. Nyla, however, gave Siddarth a curious look. "How do you know so much already?" she asked.

Siddarth shrugged. "I guess I've just always been a quick learner. And I've had a lot of time to read."

Nyla nodded, somewhat impressed. "Well, I guess we could all learn something from you."

SNAPE CLASS,😭

The next class on the schedule was Potions with Professor Snape. Siddarth and Emily walked in together, the dungeon-like classroom already filled with students from Slytherin and Gryffindor. Harry, Ron, Nyla, and Hermione were seated near the front, looking a mix of eager and anxious.

Snape glided into the room, his robes billowing dramatically. He didn't waste any time getting straight to business. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," he began, his dark eyes sweeping over the students. "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... 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."

His gaze landed on Harry and Nyla. "Potter," he sneered, "what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry looked completely lost, as did Nyla when Snape turned to her for an answer. Hermione's hand shot up, but Snape ignored her.