(Y/N) (L/N) and the Boy Who Lived

First Year - Chapter 6

Fred

"Gooooood morning, Gryffindors!" I heard (Y/N) exclaim throughout the common room.

"Goooood morning, love," George and I greeted back in unison.

"First years! Your first class of the day is Transfiguration with Professor Minerva McGonagall! Be sure not to miss it!" she reminded the new students. "Now get ready for an amazing day!"

George and I went up to her with grins on our faces.

"You could chaperone us, love." "You're that good at what you do!"

"I-umm... gottagototransfigurationclass!" She then ran to class, flustered.

After she left, we laughed.

(Y/N)

When I arrived to class, the only other person there besides Aunt Minerva was a Gryffindor first-year girl by the name of Hermione Granger. I decided to try to sit next to her.

"Is it okay if I sit with you?" I asked.

"Of course. I'm Hermione Granger by the way."

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

"I know who you are. I've read about you in one of my books..."

"I-I'm in a book?"

"Of course you are!" There's also an entire book filled with theories as to why you're here and are called what you are. I'm quite interested in how you came to be. Do you know anything?"

After two seconds of processing, I shook my head.

"Class will start soon, girls, you might want to get started on the assignment on the board."

"Yes Aunt Mine-Professor McGonagall."

About five to ten minutes after class started, Harry and Ronald came dashing into the classroom, earning themselves a shocker when my aunt transfigured herself back into a human. Thankfully, they didn't lose house points.

I was first to ginish the assignment... and with a perfect grade as well.

After that, well.... there was Potions with Uncle Severus

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of potion making. However, for those select few..."

I then noticed him look at me and then Draco Malfoy.

"...who possess the predisposition..." He then went into his signature monologue.

"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."

I heard the sound of a quill on parchment and see Harry writing from where I was sitting.

"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." Harry, he's glaring at you.

"Mister Potter. Our new celebrity... Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"

Harry's bewildered face displayed that-

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mister Potter, would you look if I told you to find me a Bezoar?"

"I don't know, sir."

"And the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything, is it Mister Potter?"

Harry looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off.

"Miss (L/N), could you please enlighten us all with the answers to the questions?" How'd Uncle Severus know that I was taking notes?

"Why don't you ask Hermione?" Harry spat out. "It's obvious that she knows. She's been raising her hand this entire time!"

"Put your hand down you silly girl!" Uncle Severus said severely. "(Y/N)!"

"Right! So Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful that it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it can save you from most poisons. And for Monshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant and also go by the name Aconite."

"Very good, Miss (L/N)... why aren't you all writing that down? And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your House for your classmate's cheek."

After that, we were brewing our first potion: a Cure for Boils. I was working Hermione and we got done pretty fast. Sometimes I would run over and help Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan with their potion to prevent them from messing up. But one time, I noticed too late.

"Neville, wait!" Soon enough, their cauldron was no more and potion was all over the floor. Poor Neville was covered with boils...

As the potion spread, I whipped out my wand and cleaned it all up with a spell.

"Very good wand work, Miss (L/N). You, take Mister Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. Potter! Did you think that if they messed up you would look better? Five points from Gryffindor. And Miss (L/N), you have successfully gained back the five points Mister Potter lost earlier thanks to your quick thinking and  action, along with assisting Mister Longbottom whenever you could. I personally think you would've made a good Ravenclaw or perhaps a Slytherin. But is was the right decision for you to go to the same House as Potter for I can guarantee that you will be cleaning up a lot more of his messes."

I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or something else...

That's it for today, guys and girls! Since I was writing this on my phone I couldn't center stuff, but very well, but I do plan on editing this with my computer when I have the time.

UPDATE on October 14, 2019: I have now gotten around to editing this on my computer so the phone issue is no more.

That being said...

See you later, witches and wizards!

Bye!