The Dragon Heirs | House of the Dragon x Harry Potter

Chapter 2

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as students settled into their seats, the enchanting ceiling reflecting a blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds. The smell of freshly baked bread and pumpkin pasties filled the air, a feast for the senses that made it hard to focus on anything but the deliciousness before them. Rhaenyra sat with Daenerys, and the boys, their plates piled high as they laughed and teased each other about more gossip going around.

"Anyone else think the only potion we're going to brew this year is a hangover cure?" Lorenzo quipped, stuffing his face with a pastry. His grin was infectious, causing Rhaenrya to snort her pumpkin juice.

"For us. But for you? Pretty sure what you're gonna have to brew is the Vial for your next girlfriend,"
Rhaenrya shot back, smirking.

"Come on, Rhae, don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Lorenzo teased.

Rhaenrya snorted. "Please. I've had more fun writing essays for the History of Magic than that night."

Draco nearly choked on his toast, "Dude, you just got downgraded to worse than homework."

Daenerys rolled her eyes. "If you two start hooking up again, I'm burning Lorenzo alive."

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall stood up at the staff table, her sharp gaze scanning the room. "Ahem! I have a few announcements to make before we begin everyone's day," she said, her voice cutting through the chatter like a knife. "Quidditch tryouts will be held next week! I expect every house to field a competitive team this year. Now, let's get on with your classes."

"Quidditch?" Draco perked up, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can't wait to wipe the floor with those Gryffindor losers again."

"We'll kick their asses and still have time for tea," Lorenzo chuckled, throwing an arm around Blaise.

"You two should start a support group for the houses," Rhaenyra teased. "You know, 'How to Deal with Losing 101."

Blaise chuckled. "Yeah, except they'd quit after realizing there's no cure for sucking."

The table erupted into laughter, the camaraderie palpable. Rhaenrya felt a rush of excitement. However, as the students settled into their classes, the mood shifted when whispers about the Ministry began to float around once again.

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The stone walls of the Potions classroom were cold and damp, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the Great Hall. Shelves lined with glimmering jars and vials filled with bizarre ingredients loomed over the students like watchful eyes. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and an underlying tang of something that smelled suspiciously like rotten eggs. Student filed in, their voices echoing off the high ceiling, but as the door closed, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Professor Snape stood at the front, his dark robes swirling around him like a shadow. He glared at the class with a gaze sharp enough to cut through the tension. "Today, we'll be brewing a Shrinking Solution," he announced, his voice low and dripping with disdain. "This potion is complicated, and I expect nothing but perfection."

"Great, more ways to shrink our wills to live," Lorenzo muttered under his breath, eliciting a quiet chuckle from Draco and Blaise seated beside him.
Daenerys rolled her eyes but couldn't help a smirk.

"Silence!" Snape barked, narrowing his eyes at the group. "You'll need to gather your ingredients. Puffskein hair, shrivelfigs, and a dash of powdered dragon liver. If you can't manage that, I'll happily give you detention instead of a passing grade."