"She's a Potter. It's forbidden."
Harry and (y/n) Potter, the twins who lived are headed to Hogwarts for their first year, and so on. Unfolding the mysteries of Hogwarts and Voldemort, the twins seem to get into more and more trouble every year. It...
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HARRY AND RON quickly run into their first class of the first school day, transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, "Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron asks Harry as they slow their pace into the class. Y/n and Hermione were sat at a desk together, rolling their eyes and silently giggling. The cat that was perched on the desk at the front of the room jumped off the table, forming into McGonagall. She walks over to the boys, a small hint of disappointment on her face.
"That was bloody brilliant." Ron says in amazement.
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr.Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket-watch, maybe one of you would be on time." She suggests.
"We got lost.." Harry says quietly. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." She says, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head slightly.
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The four first years sat together in potions class, Harry next to Y/n, Y/n next to Hermione and Hermione next to Ron whom looked quite uncomfortable — most likely because he was in presence of a girl. They were all wondering where the Professor was, but just before any of them could ask a loud voice came walking in through the door,
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few.." Professor Snape glances at Draco who smirked, "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper.. in death." He says. Snape glances over to Harry whom was writing down notes, not wanting to forget nor make a bad impression, but that chance flew out the window as Snape glares at him, "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not... pay... attention."
Y/n nudges Harry making him look up, confused. "Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asks, not paying any attention to Hermione's hand that skyrocketed.
"I don't know, sir." Harry shrugs with a frown.
"And you Ms. Potte- N-never mind." He says glancing at Y/n who gave him a confused look, "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" Snape asks Harry, again.
"I.. don't know, sir." Harry says, looking at Y/n. "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" Snape says, earning a few chuckles from Draco and his goons.
