The Montmorency Chronicles: Parseltongue Princess

Year 1: Prat of the Palest Kind

Isabelle's P.O.V

I was called to McGonagall's office early in the morning.
'What have I done?' I thought, 'I haven't even pranked anyone yet.'
I stood in front of her desk. She gestured for me to sit down.
She looked up at me through her spectacles, "Miss Montmorency, How are you enjoying Hogwarts?"
"It's g-great." I stuttered.
She leaned forwards, "You're a bright girl Miss Montmorency. According to Professor Snape, you appear to be a natural at potions."
I shrugged, "I just followed the instructions."
McGonagall gave me a rare smile before she handed me a sheet of paper, "This is your new timetable."
I looked at her, confused, "New?"
She nodded, "You are better at potions than some third years, so from now on, you will have your classes with the second years."
My eyes widened, I was being moved up? I had only been here for a couple of weeks. McGonagall gave me a bemused look.
"You can stay in your current class if you wish." She stated.
I violently shook my head, "Thank you so much for this opportunity Professor!"
Just as I was walking out the doorway I heard her call from behind me, "Don't thank me dear, it was Professor Snape's idea."
I walked to breakfast with a huge grin on my face.

"But I need you so I don't fail potions!" Ginny pouted.
"Well I think it's great, finally someone who will take the class seriously and maybe bring some points to Gryffindor instead of losing them." Hermione gave Harry and Ron the evil eye.
"I fink ish gwate." said Ron (with a mouthful of toast).
"You just want someone who's willing to let you copy off their homework." Ginny wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Belle's a little genius," George grinned at me, "Maybe she can concoct a couple of potions for our pranks."
I grinned, "How does Veritaserum in the Slytherin pumpkin juice sound?"
"Positively evil, I like it." A new voice joined in the conversation.
Fred.
My cheeks burned at the compliment.
"You can't do that! It's illegal." Hermione gasped.
Fred shrugged, "Snape's probably hidden it in his office, it'll be hard to get."
"Our little Belle has been moved up to second year potions Freddie." George pipes up.
Fred moved to pat me on the head. I instantly slapped his hand away. He looked at me in shock, gingerly touching it.
"Don't pat me on the head." I grinned playfully.

"Are you okay? You seem different." Hermione asked me (for the twentieth time). We were waiting outside the dungeons for Snape.
"I told you I'm fine." I rolled my eyes.
She nodded looking unconvinced.
"Hello Mudblood, Scarhead, Weaselbee, who's your little friend?"
The sarcastic, mocking voice belonged to a Slytherin second year with slicked back ice blond hair, steely grey eyes and a complexion so pale you'd think he'd burn in the sun.
"Malfoy." Harry hissed.
Draco Malfoy was notorious, not only because his family was pure blooded and rich, but because he was generally known as a douche bag.
He made his way over to me, with his two bodyguards that looked like they should be in sixth year.
"You've got the wrong class, this is second year potions." He breathed in my face. He smelled like mint, green apples and boy.
"Actually I've been moved up." I said, more confidently than I felt. He smirked.
"So you're the Montmorency girl, huh?"
I nodded. He stepped back, looking at me up and down and a wicked grin appeared on his face.
"Why aren't you at Beauxbatons?" His grey eyes studied every inch of my face.
"My parents went to school here." I stuttered. His grin widened.
"And what, pray tell, was a Montmorency doing at Hogwarts?" He smirked lazily.
"My grandfather went to Hogwarts and my grandmother transferred." I shocked myself with my honestly. Why did I feel the need to tell this git anything?
"Who were they?" He said with an infuriatingly attractive smile. I take a step back.
"Family secret eh?" He asked, I flinched ever so slightly. "Oh it is, is it? Well I'm going to find out who they were, just to get a bit of background on my new...classmate."
I opened my mouth to retort but Snape walks in. He ushered us into the classroom before turning to me.
"Good, you're here Miss Montmorency."
Everyone in the class stares at me. I could see Seamus Finnigan raising his eyebrows and Neville Longbottom staring at me bewildered.
"While it is none of your business, I do not wish to be bombarded with questions. Miss Montmorency is a first year, but she is better than every single one of you at potion making, which is why she's been moved up. She successfully completed a task that most of my third year class couldn't do." Snape nodded at me with approval.
I felt the eyes of the entire class on me. I snuck a look at Malfoy, who glared daggers at me.
"Turn to page 54 in your books. You will be making a simple swelling solution today.

I finished the potion once again, before anyone else. Hermione was only three quarters of the way finished with hers, Seamus Finnigan's had exploded, Harry's was bright purple and Ron's had melted through his cauldron. A scream echoed through the room. Everyone turned to see the cause of commotion, Pansy Parkinson's cauldron had burst into flames.
"Can you not even do a simple spell you stupid girl!" Snape barked. Parkinson backed away from her still burning cauldron.
I sighed and stood up, making my way to Parkinson's cauldron. I chanted, "Aguamenti." The flames were extinguished by a jet of water. I turned and faced an eyebrow-less Pansy Parkinson.
"This is your second year here and you need help from a first year?" I scoffed.
"She didn't ask you show off." snarled Malfoy.
I pondered this, "You're right, I should have let it burn her hair off, there is an awful lot of it."
"Enough!" yelled Snape, "Ten points from Slytherin for your idiocy Parkinson, and ten to Gryffindor because one of their members is a competent witch."
The entire class watched me as I sat back down. Snape went around peering into everyone's cauldron, he scoffed when he saw the contents of Neville Longbottom's cauldron had turned into a grey blob. He eyed Ron and Harry with disgust.
"Miss Granger, perhaps if you had focused a little more on following the instructions that just copying Miss Montmorency you'd have finished by now." his lips curled with distaste. "Another five points to Miss Montmorency for a perfect swelling solution, the rest of you should be ashamed of your efforts. You're dismissed." Snape sat down at his desk without another word.
"You think you're amazing don't you." snarled Parkinson, "Just because you've Snape wrapped around your finger and Drakey-Poo talked to you." She whipped out her wand and pointed it at me. I rolled my eyes, "Locomotor Mortis" and with a quick flick of my wand her legs were stuck together.
I walked away with all the Gryffindors laughing my head off. Seamus Finnigan winked at me as he and Dean Thomas headed off to the common room.
Hermione nudged me, "He likes you."
"Whaa-who? You mean Seamus? Nooo." I babbled.
"It's really obvious." stated Neville. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement. They laughed nonstop at my red face as we made our way to the Great Hall.

"Hey Belle." Fred approached me at the feast.
I smiled, "Hey!"
"How was second year potions?" He grinned.
I shrugged, "Parkinson burnt her eyebrows off."
Fred craned his neck, trying to get a good look at her. He spotted her and chortled to himself.
"She's just as hideous as ever." He guffawed.
He waves goodbye before sitting at the opposite end of the table with his friends and George.
"Well if it isn't the potion princess."
I turned, "What do you want Malfoy?"
He smirked at me before pulling out his wand, "I was hoping you'd give me a little hint to help me find out about your family's little secret."
A chill ran down my spine, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh please, it must be big if you're pretending it doesn't exist" He chuckles.
"Who's your friend?" I said, gesturing to the dark skinned boy standing near Malfoy's bodyguards.
"That's Crabbe and that's Goyle." He said, without looking at where I was gesturing.
I sighed impatiently, "I meant the hot one."
Malfoy's jaw dropped, and a smirk appeared on the 'hot one's' face.
He stepped forward, holding out his hand, "Blaise Zabini."
I shook it, "Pleasure."
"We're leaving!" Malfoy announced, dragging Blaise with him, but not before he winked at me.
I turned back to find my friends staring at me with open mouths.
"Please tell me you didn't just flirt with Zabini." Hermione gaped at me.
I shrugged.
"Looks like you've caused some problems." Ginny smirks, gesturing to the Slytherin table.
Blaise and Malfoy are having a heated argument. Blaise looked amused and chuckled to himself. Malfoy on the other hand looked livid, his face was as red as Ginny's hair.
"Malfoy doesn't look too happy." Harry observed.
'No,' I thought, 'No he doesn't'

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, I only own Isabelle Montmorency and any other characters I create.