lestrange - the stone

Chapter Three

LILYS POV:

I heard the sound of thundering footsteps long before I saw them as Ron Weasley and Harry Potter burst into the silent room that had been calm and working a minute ago.

Professor McGonagall was currently sat on her desk as a cat - she had been demonstrating how she could transfigure but stayed there when we all heard the footsteps of the latecomers.

"We... made it." Ronald said, slightly out of breath. "Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late!!" Just as he finished his sentence, the cat kept off the table and transformed into our teacher.

She strode over to Ron and Harry "That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed.

"Well thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley," she said, and I let out a little chuckle and Cadee grinned.

"Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure yourself and Mr Potter into a pocket watch? That way one of you might be on time!" She said, and a couple quiet laughs went around the room.

"We got lost!" Harry said.

"Then perhaps a map?" She said, looking over them. "I trust you don't need one to find your seats?" She said, striding away as they sat down.

Me and Cadee grinned at eachother before starting to write again.

___ ✩ AROUND 30 MINUTES LATER ✩ ___

Me and Cadee were sat pretty much at the back for potions, thank you father, and we looked through the potion book as chatter was filling the room, Snape was late. Well, ish.

Just I was about to point out a potion to Cadee, the door suddenly flew open, and Snape appeared. Silence came throughout the wall, and I laughed at the reaction, slapping a hand over my mouth to quiet the laughter.

"There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class."

I looked over at Cadee and she was struggling to hold in her laugh. By this time my father had strode to the front of the room, and was looking very unhappy in our direction.

"Coleman, Lestrange," he said, and I looked up at him, still holding in my laughter. "Have you got something funny to share?" He says, tilting his head in our direction.

"No professor," I say, still smiling

"Good. Now, continuing, as such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of 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 stopped 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." He said, looking at Harry Potter.

"Mr Potter," he said, walking towards the boy, "our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added Powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione's hand shot up. I knew the answer of course, but I wasn't a teachers pet like her.

"You don't know?" He said. "Well let's try again. Where, Mr Potter, would you look it if I asked you to find me a Bezoar?"