Harry Potter: The Slytherin Mud-Blood

📖Classes📖

- Naomi -

Being a Slytherin is, how do I put it? Um, HELL! Honestly, these kids were terribly disrespectful! They made fun of and shamed others for either being below their levels or being muggle-born. How can they be that–that–that arrogant!?

Nonetheless, it's not as bad as it seems. I've made friends with two girls in my house, who were more nicer than the rest. One, being Thelma, a boy known as Jeremy Nova, and another girl, Rihanna Royal.

She had light skin, black glasses, and wore dark purple/violet lipstick on her lips. Including, wild, black hair (like Bellatrix) and had extremely dark, brown eyes. Rihanna was quite the sassy gal. Always had a great come back to throw. She was second year.

Jeremy was a third year. He had decent toned skin, dark hair and eyes, and always had a toothpick in his mouth. Bet he's got a small box full of them. Jeremy was a chill guy. He was nice and very relatable. Always knows how to spark a conversation. He's like an older brother to me.

But another down side was that almost all Slytherin house hated Gryffindor. There's a supposed rivalry between the two houses. It kinda upsets me. Especially, with Malfoy in this house. Looks like I'll have to deal with it.

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I was sitting with a fellow muggle-born, Hermione, in transfiguration class. Even though she was a Gryffindor, I could care less about that. We had a quick friendship, for the love of books. The door burst open, revealing Ron and Harry running into the classroom late. Hermione just rolled her eyes and focused on her work. I did the same with less attitude.

"Phew, we made it.." Ron huffed in relief. "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall face if we were late?" He tease like they were off the hook.

Ha, he was wrong. The cat sitting on the professor's desk leaped changing into McGonagall. The boys stared, jaw dropped.

"That was bloody brilliant." Ron said in awe.

"Why, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley." She said modestly. "Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time."

"We got lost." Said Harry.

"Then, perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

The boys sat down and Professor McGonagall continued with her lesson.

The next class I had was Potions, with Professor Snape, the head of the Slytherin house. I, again, sat with Hermione. The door spread open having Snape make a great entry.

"There will no foolish, wand waving, or silly incantations in this class!" He strictly ordered. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of this potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition.." he crossed his arms. "I can show you how to bewitch to the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

He looks at Harry, who was taking notes on his words but thought wasn't listening.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable  that you feel confident enough to not. Pay. Attention!"

Hermione nudged Harry and he quickly put down his quill.

"Mr. Potter, our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione raised her hand high, knowing the answer. Snape didn't call on her, just waiting for Potter's answer, he shook his head staying quiet.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

"I don't know, sir." Harry said, cluelessly.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Pity." He mumbled. "Clearly, fame isn't everything. Is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly, Hermione knows!" Harry sassed back. "Seems a pity not to ask her!"

He motioned towards her, with her hand still raised. The classroom chuckled at his come back, but I didn't.

"Silence.." Snape hushed the class. He stormed in front of our row and pulled up a chair, sitting face to face with Harry. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite. " I was taking note of his words, as he could clearly see no one else doing. "Well, why aren't you copying this down? Aside from Naomi that probably has 3/4 of this in her notebook." I

Immediately, the rest started to write. "And Gryffindors," Snape sat at his desk, "note that five points will be taken from your house, for your classmate's cheak."

Draco, Crabb, and Goyle snigger at this, before I sent them a strong glare to make them face the other way. I look at Harry and mouthed, "I'm sorry," with a sympathetic look...