The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Potions Master... Okay Then

**Harry's POV**
"HARRY JAMES POTTER GET YOUR LAZY ARSE UP OR WE'LL BE LATE!"

I fell off my bed with a thud and groaned.

"Emilia!" I yelled.

"Get up!" Emilia helped me up and handed me my glasses. She was already in her uniform and robes. We were the only ones in my dorm.

I ran to the bathroom and Emi and I did something like our morning routine we did when we wanted to sneak food before the Dursleys got up.

I brushed my teeth and Emi threw me my cloths. Once I changed in the bathroom and I got out, Emi handed me my bag with my books in it and we ran out the door.

"Sorry I made you miss breakfast, Emi," I breathed out as we ran down the corridors.

"It's fine," she huffed. "You're more important."

I looked over at her and smiled.

"So where to?"

"Potions. Dungeons."

We looked at each other in realization.

"Crap!" We bolted to the dungeon and crashed through the door to the classroom.

"Mr. Potter. Late on the first day."

"We just got lost!" It wasn't a lie. We got lost maybe five times before we got here.

"Not an excuse. Sit." I grunted and stepped out of the way to my seat and Snape got sight of Emi. He nearly fell back looking at her.

"Lily?" Emilia shook her head no. He stiffened up again and resumed with tormenting me. "Five points from Gryffindor for being late."

"It's our first day!" I protested.

"Five more for back talking a teacher!"

"That's not fair!" Emilia called out just below a yell. Her voice cracked and she reddened up.

"That's not fair, sir."

"Professor, I'm a female." Emilia retorted and sat down next to me. Half the class laughed. Snape just shook his head and went along with the lesson.

Why didn't he take points from the deliberate back talk?

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**Emilia's POV**
At the end of the seemingly endless class and pop quiz designed just for Harry even though Hermione clearly knew the answers, it was time to go the our next class.

I looked over at Harry and we rolled our eyes in sync. This should be an interesting year.

Before I could step out the door, Snape called me out.

"Ms. Potter. Stay." I pivoted around and snarled at the slime ball. I looked over at Harry and he whispered

"I'll be in the hall." He nodded and I nodded back, walking up to the professor.

"Where might you find a bezoar?" Snape asked, not even looking up from his writing. The scratching of the quill on the parchment just made it more awkward.

"Excuse me, professor?" I managed to whisper. He looked up at me, putting his quill down. His eyes were a glossy black, but the beauty in them got canceled out by his large nose.

"Where might, you find, a bezoar?" I hesitated. Wasn't this one of those questions on Harry's special test? "Ms. Potter, I know you know the answer."

I swallowed.

"In the stomach of certain animals, mainly the goat."

Snape nodded. A scowl started to grow on his face.

"Don't let your ignorant brother drag you down," he snarled, showing his yellow teeth.

"He's not ignorant!"

"Yes he is! You deserve better. You should've chosen better!"

"I didn't chose, but if I could I wouldn't have picked anyone else!"

"He's a bully!"

"Is not! He's always there for me and I for him!"

"Why did you have to chose him, Lily!"

Realizing what he said, Snape looked taken aback. I stepped backwards, ready to leave.

"You are dismissed," Snape said, going back to his papers.

I quickly ran out of the classroom and out to Harry. I walked past him, him following closely.

"What happened?"

"He called me Lily," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"So has everyone here, what else?" I stopped and looked down.

"He talked to me as if I actually were mum. I think that slime ball knew our mum."

"No way." Harry laughed. "He's like 50. Mum was in her early 20s."

"True." Emilia took a deep breath. "It's probably nothing. He probably just like taught her too."

"Yeah. Now. Off to charms?" Emilia smiled.

"Off to charms."

{before you say anything, yes I know Snape and Lilly's backstory. I just said that he was in his 50s for the humor of it}