I ran up the staircase and rounded a corner. I'm really late for Transfiguration! I burst into the classroom, my chest heaving.
"Sorry.. I'm... late!" I puffed out at my teacher, Professor McGonagall.
She looked up at me from behind her desk and shook her head. "Miss (Y/l/n), you are later to class than Mr Weasley and Mr Potter. Might I ask why?" She said.
My face flushed and I looked at my feet. "I-I was lost.." I mumble.
Professor McGonagall's face softened and she pointed to a seat between Ron and Harry. "Sit," she said.
I walked quickly to my seat as Professor McGonagall continued her lesson.
"It's okay. Ron and I were lost too." Harry leaned over and whispered to me.
"Yeah. Anyone could get lost here. All the corridors look the same and the bloody staircases move," Ron whispered.
I laugh quietly. "Thanks guys," I said.
Soon, we were released from the lesson and we walked out of the classroom.
"What now?" I asked.
Ron took out his timetable. "Double Potions with.. Slytherin," he groaned.
Once we had made it down the MANY flights of stairs (flash back... "My feet hurt!" Ron complained. "We know, Ron! You been saying that for the past ten minutes!" Harry and I replied...) we made it to the dungeons.
Surprisingly, our teacher wasn't there yet. We took our seats and looked around the dimly lit room. Stacked on shelves around the room were jars and bottles of indescribable things that made my stomach churn.
I looked at Harry who appeared to be just as disgusted as I was.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and somebody, who I assumed to be Professor Snape, walked into the dungeons.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began, "as there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death-" then his eyes fell on Harry, who was writing down everything Professor Snape was saying, "and then again.. some of you have come to Hogwarts to not. Pay. Attention!"
Harry looked up at Snape and swallowed hard.
"Mr Potter- our new.. celebrity." Snapes thin lips curled into a sneer that made me shiver. "Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Hermiones hand shot straight up and she leaned on the edge of her seat.
Harry glanced at me and I shrugged my shoulders, just as stumped as he was. "I-I don't know, sir.." Harry said, barley over a whisper.
"Hmm.. well let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked, ignoring Hermiones hand.
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied, now looking down at his desk.
Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as she could reach but still Snape ignored her.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked.
Hermione stood up out of her seat and stretched her hand high.
"I don't know.." Harry said.
By then I was pretty ticked off that Snape was picking on Harry, who clearly didn't know the answers. "But Hermione seems to know, so why don't you ask her?" I snapped at him.
A few people snickered but Snape was very much unimpressed.
He looked at Hermione. "Sit down." He said harshly. He looked back at Harry. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood makes 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 aconite. Well? Why aren't you copying that down?!" Snape said. There was a rummaging of quills and parchment as students rushed to copy everything down. "Clearly, fame isn't everything." Snape went to turn away but said, "oh, and Miss (Y/l/n)? A point will be taken from you house for cheek."
By the end of the double lesson, I was absolutely sure that I hatted Snape. As did everyone, I assum. Everyone but pettyboy Malfoy.
Turns out Harry got invited to Hagrids place at lunch. We, Harry, Ron and I, made our way down to Hagrids.
We all knocked on the, rather large, door then scrambled back as we heard loud barking coming from inside the wooden hut.
"Back, Fang, common ya mangy dog," we heard Hagrid say.
The door opened and a big, hairy face that belonged to none other than Hagrid appeared.
We walked inside. There was only one room, with ham and pheasants hanging from the ceiling. A copper pot was boiling over an open fire, and in the coner stood a large bed.
I felt something slobbery on my hand and turned around to see a black boarhound licking my hand. I assumed it to be Fang.
"Here," Harry said, offering me his handkerchief when he saw my hand.
"Thank you," I said as I took the hankie and wiped my hand on it.
"Make yerselves at home," Hagrid said as he poured tea from the copper pot and served rock cakes.
"This is Ron," Harry said, gesturing to Ron and smiling.
"Another Weasley, eh? I spend half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the Forest," Hagrid said, glancing at Rons red hair and freckles.
I sit down on the ground and play with Fang, who, just like Hagrid, isn't as fierce as he looks as Harry, Ron and Hagrid exchange small talk. But, as a result of playing with Fang, I became absolutely drenched in doggy drool. "Err.. Harry? Ron?.... I think I need a shower.." I said slowly.
Harry, Ron and Hagrid all look at me and burst out laughing.
"Oh, ha ha," I said sarcastically as I stood up.
"Alrigh'. Well, I better let you lot get back to the castle. Oh, and (Y/n), it's yer own fault for playin' with Fang that yer like that," Hagrid said.
I smiled. "I don't mind. Fang is a cool dog!" I replied as Harry and Ron push me out the door, "Bye Hagrid!" We all said and made our way back to the castle.
