7 years

3

Harry's POV:

It was morning at Hogwarts, and Ron and I were running in the corridors because we were late for our Transfiguration class. In the class, there was a tabby cat sitting on a desk. Me and Ron rush in; Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance because we were late for class.

"Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said with a sigh.

The cat jumped off the desk and transformed into Professor McGonagall. Ron and I were in awe.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron spoke quickly. Hopping to distract McGonagall.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch. That way, one of you might be on time."

"We got lost." I spoke up.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, everyone was chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open, and Snape came rushing in.

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

Draco smiled when Snape looked at him.

"...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..."

Draco looked around and smirked, thinking everything was about or directed to him.

"...in death."

Draco raises his eyebrows. Acting smug and important. Like he was the main subject of the room. I was writing everything Snape was saying, but of course, he couldn't see that, so when he saw me writing, in his view, I was not paying attention.

"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."

Hermione nudges me, finally making me look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to me more properly.

"Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione raises her hand as I shrug.

"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 raises agai, because of course she knows.

"I don't know, sir."

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything." Draco has a smirk on his face, saying that he obviously knew the answers and agreed with Snape. Acting like a teachers pet. "Is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her."

Hermione looks a bit surprised as everyone laughs. I could tell I embarrassed her a little, but I didn't feel bad. Not really.

"Silence." He turned to me, looking a bit insulted, causing me to gulp. Snape then walks over to my desk. To Hermione, who has still got her hand up. "Put your hand down, you silly girl."

He sits in front of me and leans forward.

"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."

Everything went quiet.

"Well?" He looked at the other students. "Why aren't you all copying this down?"

The students obey Snape and start to write down what Snape said. Snape returns to his desk and dips his quill into some ink.

"And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek."

Snape then starts writing. Hermione looks at me and then starts writing. I look at Snape, who turns slightly and then continues writing.

I stare at Snape, knowing that he showed dislike for me. In the great hall, around midday. The students are all doing their homework while Seamus is trying a spell on a cup.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum." He looks in the cup and shakes his head. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum..."

I stopped paying attion to him and looked at Ron. "What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?"

"Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before-"

Ron was cut off when a flash occurred. We look over and see that the cup has exploded and Seamus was charred. Several students laugh at this as Hermione fans away the smoke with her hand. Suddenly, a flock of owls starts coming into the hall from the rafters above.

"Ah. Mail's here!"

The owls soar by dropping parcels to students. I got nothing, as i have no one at home who would send me anything. I then saw the newspaper Ron had put down.

"Can I borrow this?" Ron nods, "Thanks."

Neville unwrapped his gift. It was a clear glass ball with a gold banner around it.

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" A kid named Dean shouted.

"I've read about those. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something."

Neville laughed softly as he saw the ball go red, "The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten."