Potions Class

Chapter 1

Harriet's first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was quite an unpleasant one. Arriving mid-term and knowing nobody was bad enough without completely embarrassing herself in Potions by somehow making her caldron overflow with a funny green liquid. Everyone had laughed. Harriet was not shown a single shred of kindness since her arrival and was lulling over the idea of transferring yet again when suddenly a freckled, ginger-haired boy walked over with a mop.

"Thought you could use some help, don't worry yourself much. Most people mess up in this class anyway."

Harriet sighed in slight relief as she vaguely recognised the Gryffindor from somewhere, although she wasn't quite sure where from. She took the mop from the boy's hand and began cleaning the strange, bubbling mixture.

"My name's Ron by the way. Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you."

Harriet stares at Ron's outstretched hand as she connected the dots in her mind.

"Ron Weasley! Thought I recognised you from somewhere, you're friends with Harry Potter!" She yelled almost a little too eagerly.

Ron smiled sweetly and moved his gaze to a boy across the room.

"I'm not used to being recognised. That's Harry over there, I can introduce you if ya like?"

"That'd be lovely, although I should probably finish cleaning this mess up, perhaps another time?"

Harriet gestured towards the foamy ground. Ron gave her an understanding look and walked off to his friends. As she continued cleaning up the mess of a potion she couldn't help but mentally sighing at the thought of being in the Gryffindor house. They all seemed like such lovely people. Due to Harriet attending Hogwarts mid-term she had to wait until the feast later to be sorted with a few other newcomers.

As Harriet attempted to clean the floors after class, a pair of glistening black shoes appeared into her field of vision. As she looked up she was greeted by the sight of a lanky, pale boy towering over her and sneering.

"Well well, first day and already causing havoc, Comely?" The pale boy spat out.

"Sorry?..Do I know you?" Harriet stood up to meet the boys glare but she only came up to his chin.

"I doubt you'll remember, our fathers used to be quite close."

Harriet stared up at the boy. He had hair so platinum blond it was almost white and light grey eyes with an almost luring glimmer. He spoke quite proper but with a tone full of spite.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Draco stretched his arm outwardly towards Harriet and she almost hesitated, but decided to shake the pale boys hand.

"Harriet Comely, but I assume you were already aware."

"Quite."