Forbidden Love: (a Harry Potter love story.)

Chapter 6) The potions master.

All rights to Harry Potter go to J.K Rowling, I'm just taking her work and adding an extra character. Do I have to do this all the time?

"There! Look!"
"Where?"
"Next to the pretty girl with the black hair!"
"Wearing the glasses?"
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
"Is that his girlfriend?"

Whispers followed Harry since the moment he left the common room that first morning, and since I was always with him, naturally they followed me too. It was really annoying, actually. It made things even harder when you had to get to lessons.

Hogwarts had 142 staircases. Sweeping ones, narrow ones, wide ones, rickety ones, some that led someplace different on a Friday, some with vanishing steps halfway up them. The doors were just as annoying. There were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked nicely, doors that wouldn't open unless you tickled them in exactly the right spot, doors that weren't really doors at all and were just walls pretending.

It was also seriously hard to remember where anything was, it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept moving to go and visit each other, so you couldn't rely on them to help, and I was so sure that the costs of armour could walk.

The ghosts didn't help ether. Especially Peeves, who found it funny to dump waste paper baskets on your head, pull rugs out from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk and sneak up behind you to grab your nose and screech "GOT YOUR CONK!"

Argus Filch was even worse. Poor Harry and Ron had managed to get on the bad side of him on their very first morning, and were caught trying to force their way through a door that led to the out-of-bounds third floor corridor. They didn't know that, however, and insisted that they were just trying to get to their Charms lesson.

Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, just put one toe out of line, and she'll whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. The students all hated him and it was the dream of many, including me, to give Mrs. Norris a good kick. Animal abuse? Yep. Do I care? Nope.

Finding the lessons themselves was difficult enough as it is. Apparently, there was a lot more to magic than just waving a wand and saying abracadabra.

You had astronomy, where you had to look at the planets every Wednesday at midnight. Herbology, taught by Professor Sprout, where you leaned how to take care of all sorts of magical plants. History of magic, taught by the ghost of Professor Binns, where you... I'm not sure what you do in History of Magic because I fall asleep every single time. Hey! Im not the only one! It's the only subject taught by a ghost who doesn't even realise he's there, and has a boring monotone voice like a robot. It's fine though Hermione takes good notes for me.

There was Charms, taught by Professor Flitwick, a man so short he had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. Then there was Transfiguration taught by Professor McGonogall, the witch who did the sorting. First lesson she gave us all a stern talking to before turning her desk into a pig and back again.
Defence Against The Dark Arts, the class everyone had been looking forward too, turned out to be a joke. Professor Quirrell always wore a large turban which smelled strongly of garlic, which he claimed keeps a troublesome vampire away which he crossed paths with years ago and was afraid was coming back to get him. Weird bloke. His stutter was annoying too.

I was so proud of myself on Friday. I managed to get down to the Great Hall without getting lost for once, and when I said this to Hermione, Harry, and Ron, they all started laughing at me. Mean, I know.

I was sat at the Gryffindor table at breakfast time with Harry and Ron, Hermione had to go to the library really quick before lessons started.

"What've we got today?" Ron asked Harry, who pulled his schedule out of pocket. I was still sulking sadly, but when harry have me half of his chocolate pancake and Ron didn't try to eat any of my breakfast I warmed up to them instantly.