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Potions Class

Potions Class

Severus sees Mr. Potter walk into the dungeons. Why must he look so much like James?  Perhaps he won't be as arrogant as his prick of a father, although I doubt it. He never loved her. Not like I did. He had to take everything away from me. He had to ruin everything. Severus thought furiously to himself as he finishes writing on the chalkboard. He turns around to the class and takes roll, then pauses when he comes to the name; Harry Potter. 

"Ah, yes," He says softly, "Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity."  Then he continues through roll. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," Severus 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 and ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." he said, irritated. Ms. Granger sat on the edge of her seat desperately.  Then he got an idea. "Potter!" said Severus suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He felt pleasure in seeing Potter so confused.

"I don't know, sir." he replied.

Severus sneers at Potter. "Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything." Ignoring Granger's hand, now shaking slightly with anticipation, he said "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a beazor?" He says cruelly, glaring at Potter. 

"I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry Potter looked straight at Severus and Severus glared back at him unblinkingly. He ignored Ms. Granger's hand and continued, "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Ms. Granger shot out of her chair, raising her hand as high as it could reach.

"I don't know, I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?" Potter said to laughter from a few other students.

Snape scowled in frustration "Sit down," he snapped at Ms. Granger. "For your information, Potter, asphodel, and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Drought of Living Death. A beazor 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. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down? And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." Severus says, satisfied.