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Chapter Nine ⚡️

The Slytherin prefect is leading the Slytherins.

Prefect: Slytherins Keep up. Thank you.

Boy: Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

Prefect: This is the most direct path to the dormitories.

Prefect: Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on.

Draco: Missing your twin?

(Y/N): I probably will but it's only been a couple minutes since I saw him.

Goyle: I think he fancies you. {wraps arm around (Y/N) and looks over at Draco}

Draco: Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl? {changes the subject}

Scene:
Approaching the Slytherin dorms. They come up to a locked room

Prefect: Pure-Blood. {The door opens revealing a massive room} Follow me, everyone. Keep up, quickly, come on.

(Y/N): Oh, wow.

Slytherin Prefect: {Inside common room} Gather 'round here. Welcome to the Slytherin Common Room. Boys' dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.

Scene: Mid-night. Harry is sitting by a window in his pj's, with his owl, Hedwig. He pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content.

Scene: Morning. Harry and Ron are running through the stone halls to their class. They rush in. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk.

Ron: Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed.

Ron: That was bloody brilliant.

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

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

Scene: Snape's potions class. The students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.

Snape: 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 {looks at Draco, who smiles}, 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 {Draco looks on} in death. {Draco raises his eyebrows.} {Snape sees Harry and (Y/N) writing this down, in, his view, not paying attention.} 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.

Hermione nudges Harry and (Y/N) in the ribs. They look up.

Snape: Miss and Mr Potter. Our...new...celebrities. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? {Hermione's hand skyrockets. Harry shrugs, (Y/N) looks down.} You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter or Miss Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? {Hermione's hand shoots up again.}

(Y/N): You'd look in the stomach of a goat

Snape: Very Good (Y/N)

Snape: And what is the similarities between Monkshood and Wolfbane?

Harry: I don't know, Sir.

(Y/N): monkshood and wolfsbane, are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.

Snape: Very Good (Y/N) Potter. 3 points to Slytherin! {sort of smiles at (Y/N)}

Snape: As for you Mr Potter. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it,?

Draco: {whispers in (Y/N)s ear} well done