The Potter Twins | ABANDONED

5. The First Day

Setting: Potions Classroom, Slytherin Dungeons, Hogwarts.

Date: 2 September, 1991 (Monday)

By the end of the first period, the Slytherin House had gained 60 points, and the Gryffindor House had lost another 15 points, making them lose 45 points on total.

As the bell rang signalling the end of the period, Professor Snape snapped his fingers. "Class dismissed." The students lined up from their respective places, and exited the room, excited for their next period.

Jamie stood at the entrance of the room, with his bag hanging loosely on his shoulder. When he saw the Slytherins, he smiled. "How was your first class?"

Draco answered for all. "Very good. We got 60 points."

Jamie quirked his eyebrow, but then grinned. "Good work. You'll get used to it. Let's go, time for DADA."

The group of Slytherins followed their prefect. But they couldn't help but notice that the Gryffindor Prefect wasn't accompanying the Gryffindors.

Jamie noticing the looks that the first year snakes exchanged, and explained. "It is Professor Snape's rule that the House Prefects must accompany the Firsties to their classes for the first week. No other House follows this. Just us." The 11 year olds who already had formed a great impression of the Snake House, couldn't help but feel impressed.

"Professor Snape is not like how he's in front of the other students. He's a good man and is quite creative and innovative. You don't want to mess with him. He brings up with the best kind of punishments during detentions." Jamie added on a further note. Draco nodded his head, agreeing to the older boy.

The group climbed up the stairs from the Dungeons to the third floor. "We are NOT supposed to go to the third floor, right? Then-" a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes asked.

"Yes, but the DADA happens here. Once the class is over, I'll come and pick you up." Jamie explained.

The group stopped in front of classroom 3C in the third floor. "This is your DADA class. We just had our DADA class with Professor Quirell. He's quite smart, just try to ignore his stutter though. He's got stuff. Stay Slytherin."

Like the usual, the quad consisting of Harry, Hermione, Draco and Blaise took their seats on a bench in the middle row. Following then as example, the other Slytherin students occupied the empty seats, readying their materials for the class.

Minutes later, the students from other Houses entered taking the empty seats. The sounds of chatter filled the air.

The classroom had an iron chandelier hung from the ceiling, as well as a dragon's skeleton. On one end of the classroom stands a projector that is activated by magic. Several desks and tables can be found in the classroom as well as some sets of large windows.

Professor Quirell appeared at the entrance of the classroom. "Go-od morning class."

"Morning, Sir." The class chorused.

Professor Quirrell was still sporting the turban which he told everyone had been given to him by an African prince as a thank you for getting rid of a zombie. It looked absurd but no one had gall to tell that to him.

"I am Professor Quirrell and t-today I will be introducing you to Defense Against the Dark Arts. For no-w please put your w-wands away. Now who can tell me... Mr. Weasley you seem to be wearing some of your b-breakfast." said Quirrell pointing at a spot on Ron's Robes.