Harry Potter (19 Years Later)

Chapter Two: Professor Longbottom

A:N: Here is Chapter Two! 

"Swish and flick. Swish and flick." Professor Lycretta called, correcting our wand motions as she passed, striding around the charms classroom. I held up my light brown birch wood wand, my eyes focused on the dainty white feather that sat in front of me. "Wingardium Levoisa." I muttered. With one flick from my wand the pearly white feather floated up from my desk, rocking back in forth in the stale wind that blew in from the open windows. "How did you do that?" Diana asked awed. "Swish and flick." I giggled.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to her feather. "Wingardium Levoisa!" Diana growled, flicking her wand forcefully. Instead of simply rising into the air as supposed to, Diana's feather caught fire, black smoke covering her face. Professor Lycretta smiled, waving her hand, riding the classroom of smoke. "Just like your father Ms.Finnigan. I am told that your dad Seamus was specially gifted in pyrotechnics." She remarked cheerfully. "ten points to Ms.Weasley for displaying the proper use of that incantation." Lycretta said in her best sing song voice. "Off to your next lesson."

She ushered us out of the door, welcoming the sixth years. "That was quite entertaining Diana." Albus laughed. Diana muttered something about the uselessness of charms and tried to wipe the remaining ash off of her face. "Double potions next." I announced scanning the time table once again, even though i had already memorized it.

Four weeks of school and we were already experiencing the freezing wind and snow that came with the cold month of October. i pulled my red and gold scarf tighter around my neck as we walked into the courtyard. "This is mad!" Diana yells as a blast of icy cold snow hits us. we hurry down to the dungeons, sitting down at the back table. "Slughorn retired last year so we'll be having a brand new potions master!" gossiped Kasy Backle, a first year Slytherin, "Finally someone who isn't obsessed with popular students. My brother told me that he was a fair bit mad." She squealed. Our regular potions master had been away for the beginning of term, on what the headmaster claimed was official Hogwarts business.

My father had told me about Snape, and I was not eager to have history repeat itself. Even if he was good in the end.

The heavy door at the back of the classroom swung open, creaking as a tall woman walked through. The professor had mismatched green and blue eyes, sickly pale skin, and waist length brown hair, sparked with black highlights. In my opinion Kasy Backle was wrong. This professor looked way more mad than professor Slughorn.

"Books out." she growled drawing her wand. With a wave, instructions appeared on the blackboard, calling for the most advanced potion we had done so far. I pulled out my guide to basic potion making, along with the required ingredients for brewing a babbling beverage, setting them neatly on the table.

"I am Professor Kalibur, your potions instructor for this year." Kalibur introduced. "Now, lets begin."

Everyone began at once, chopping roots, and pouring in juice. I knelt down looking for fallen biganzo beans,collecting them and dumping the remainder into my potion. Midway thorough the lesson, my potion had already reached the desired golden colour for stage two.

"Who can tell me why someone would rather brew this potion other than simply using truth serum?" Kalibur called out. My hand shot up, my eyes never moving from the caldron. "Because other than potions masters and apothecaries, regular witches and wizards would not have the ingredients or time to brew the truth serum, as it takes just over seven months to brew. The babbling beverage can be completed in just over an hour. " I answered. Professor Kalibur nodded, a smile forming on her face. "Correct. Five points to Gryffindor."

I smiled at Albus, sticking out my tongue. "Fifteen points this morning." I teased. His laughed and turned back to stirring his potion. "Just wait until Defence Against The Dark Arts. I have that lesson in the bag." He bragged. Shrugging, i smiled and dropped a unicorn hair into the golden liquid, turning it clear with a twinge of violet. wafting the scent towards my face, i picked up the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle. I was finished. Filling a tall glass flask with my potion, i scribbled my name on it and placed it on Professor Kalibur's desk.

"Well done Ms.Weasley." She nodded, sniffing the potion. "Alright class, hand in your potions and be on your way." Kalibur announced. Diaina and Albus dropped off their flasks and we headed into the corridor. "What do you think of Professor Kalibur?" Diana asked. Albus shrugged. "She seems nice."

"Yeah, where do you think she was for the start of term?" I wondered. Diana smiled,"I bet Hagrid can tell us." she laughed. "Why don't we ask him tomorrow during tea?" she suggested. I nodded and we turned a corner, approaching the great hall. Footsteps pounded behind us, followed by heavy breathing. "Rose, Albus!" Professor Logbottom called. "Can you guys do me a favour?"

"Of course professor." I said nodding. Neville smiled at us. "Just like Hermione you are Rose." He remarked. "Anyways, can you run to greenhouse one and feed the Drigible plums for me? I'd do it myself but i'm late for a meeting with the headmaster."

"Sure sir." Albus agreed. Neville waved at us, and ran down the hallway towards the headmasters office. "Uh Rose, whats a Drigible plum?" Albus asked, his cheeks turning pink as Diana gave a spurt of laughter. "They are plums Al." I explained with a giggle.We pulled on our scarfs and hats once more as we left the castle, bitter wind blasting us in the face.

"Alohoroma." I whispered, pointing my wand at the locked greenhouse door. Diana twisted the doorknob, pushing the heavy oak door open. Dozens of different plants lined the walls. The more humanoid flowers growling at us as we passed. The drigible plums sat at the back of the greenhouse, the tall strands of ivy they grew on skimming the roof.

"What do we feed them?" Albus asked glancing around the room for any possible feed. "Professor Longbottom keeps all of his feed in greenhouse six, ill bet its in there." She assumed. I nodded, walking out of greenhouse one with Diana and Albus right behind me.

Greenhouse six was large and intimidating, with giant plants looming at each corner. And of course the food had to be at the very back. I ran my hand over each bag of feed, searching for the one labeled Drigible Plums. When I found it, the fertilizer rattled, dry and magically enchanted. "Over here!" I yelled, signally for Diana and Albus. Wrong thing to shout. I felt the soft feeling of leaves and vines wrap around my neck pushing me down to the ground. I patted my pockets, searching for my wand.

Then the whole world faded to black.