Isabella Lestrange

Classes

My next class was potions, with Professor Snape. I knew who Snape was, Lucius would often talk about him at the manor. Along with other known wizards. The classroom was very dark and almost spooky looking. There were four long tables that went from one side of the classroom to the other. Everyone had a cauldron in front of them. Luckily, Pansy wasn't in this class. But Draco was, along with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. I sat down besides Draco and he turned to me.

"Why didn't you sit with me in McGonagall's class?" Draco asked with a bit of hurt in his voice.

"Oh, um. You were with Pansy." I stated.

"Who? Ohh, you mean that annoying girl with the short hair?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I simply nodded mr head in response.

"She's alright I guess. But I wanted you to sit with me." He smiled. I laughed and sat my stuff down next to me. Draco really was my best friend. Before I get another word out the door slammed open and a man with long black hair wearing all black stormed in. Everyone got quiet as he marched his way to the front of the room. I assumed this was Professor Snape.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such I don't expect any of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for that select few that possess the predisposition. I can teach you how to bewitch the mimd, how to ensnare the senses, how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper at death." Professor Snape explained. I looked over at Draco to see him staring at Snape in admiration. I knew he was going to like this class.

"Then again, maybe some of you have came to Hogwarts possession of abilities so formidable. That you feel confident enough to not pay attention!" Snape ordered with a serious tone at somebody in the room. I followed his glare to see it pointed towards Harry. The poor guy was just writing in his notebook when Hermione nudged him. He instantly looked up to see Snape glaring at him.

"Mr. Potter, Our new celebrity tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked in mockery knowing well Harry was new to the wizarding world to know that.

"You don't know? Well let's try again, where Mr. Potter. Would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Snaps asked. Hermione threw her hand up into the air.

"I don't know, sir." Harry mumbled in defeat.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape questioned.  Even I knew the answer to that, there wasn't a difference. I was half tempted to shout it out for him. But I feared getting in trouble with the man who was in charge of my house.

"I don't know, sir." Harry repeated looking down in defeat.

"Pity, clearly fame isn't everything. Is it Mr. Potter?" Snape asked harshly.

"Clearly, Hermione knows. Since a pity not to ask her." Harry shot back. Everyone in the class began laughing.

"Silence." Snape dragged out. Snape walked back towards Harry and grabbed a chair. He sat down at the other side of his table.

"For your information, Potter. Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the drought of the living dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite." Snape snapped glaring at Harry the entire time. Draco sat next to me laughing at Harry being eaten alive by Snape.

"Why aren't you all copying this down?" Snape yelled at the rest of the class. Immediately I grabbed my book and quill then wrote down everything Professor Snape had said. As did the entire class. Snape stood up and made his way to his podium at the front of the class and grabbed his quill.