My real family

Potions

Draco and Abraxas along with the other Slytherins entered the potions classroom in the dungeons. The gryffindors had entered the room a minute before the bell rang.
Severus banged the door opened and glided to the front of the classroom. He looked at his students. he acknowledged his son and nephew and sneered at the gruesome twosome.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art that is potions making. As there is little foolish wand waving, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron, with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquid that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can't teach you to bottle fame, brew glory and even stopper death-if you aren't as big a punch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." He looked around and eyed the gryffindors.
"Weasley! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Weasley shook his head. "I don't know."
Severus sneered at the boy and ignored Granger, who was trying to get his attention.
"Let's try again. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"I don't know." he said.
"What is the difference, Weasley, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I don't know!" he nearly yelled.
Severus turned to the Slytherin side of the classroom. "Does anyone know the answers to my question?" He smirked when every single one of his snakes raised their hand, even Longbottom.
"Mr. Longbottom, what is the answer to the first question?"
"If you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood sir, then you get a very powerful sleeping potion known as the draught of living death." Neville replied smoothly.
"Excellent, five points to Slytherin. Mr. Malfoy, the answer to the second question."
"You would find a bezoar in the stomach of a goat and it can cure you of most poisons, sir." He smirked as Weasley glared at them.
"Correct five points to Slytherin. Mr. Snape the answer to the last question if you please."
"Yes sir. There is no difference between monkshood and wolfsbane for they are the same plant, also known as aconite. This plant is typically used for making the wolfsbane potion, which allows a person infected with lycanthropy, to keep their mind, allowing them to stay in a safe and secure room during their transformation." He said.
"Excellent. Add another five points to Slytherin." Severus said.
"That's not fair. You only gave them points because they're all mini Death Eaters!" Weasley yelled.
The Slytherins gasped in shock. They all turned to Neville, who had a look of pure hatred on his face. He stood up and walked to the front of the class. He looked at Severus, asking for permission to speak. Severus nodded his consent and let him speak.
"So Weasley, just because I am in Slytherin that immediately makes my parents evil death eaters?" Neville asked in a deathly calm voice.
"Of course." he said arrogantly.
"Really? So my parents being Order of the Phoenix members makes them evil?" he had a feral smile on his face as Weasley's paled. "Oh but of course, them getting tortured to the point of them being insane, by death eaters and then them being stuck in the mental ward at St. Mungos is a sin. Where are your parents Weasley? Daddy working at the ministry and mummy taking care of the house, am I correct? Well my parents Auror Frank and Alice Longbottom, are in the hospital, permanently. They don't even know who I am. So if my parents, who fought for the light side of the war, are evil death eaters then that makes yours as well. Want to know something bloodtraitor? It's idiotic, immature, bigoted gits like you, who has both his parents that love and care for him, that turn people like me, with no one to care for them, that makes us do bad things. Don't ever disrespect my family again or you'll regret it." He glared and walked back to his seat.
Most of the students where glaring at Weasley as they worked on the cure for boils. Everyone, bar Granger, laughed at him when his potion exploded on him.
Soon potions was over and they where dismissed.
"Hey Neville." Abraxas said.
"Oh hi Abraxas." Neville said.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah I just can't stand people like him." he sneered.
"Well you sure did rip him a good one Nev." Draco said. They laughed and went to the great hall.