Rosabel Potter is the non-prodigy twin sister of Harry Potter. Unlike her brother who's fame from surviving Voldemort's attack is legendary. She, however, is left in his shadow.
However, the isolation from fame has caused a great ambition to rise i...
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I turn my head when I hear the door slam shut on the other side of the room. I see professor Snape walk with a strange grace, and he captivates my mind. Honestly he moves with such enigma and elegance that's hard not to concentrate on him.
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." He said sternly. And don't get me started on his voice, dark, deep, velvety and commandeering. I shake my head, what the heck is wrong with me? I should be paying attention to the Introduction and not admiring his voice.
"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science of the potion making." I stare into his dark eyes, and he does not look away. Resulting in a blush to appear on my porcelain cheeks.
"However, for those of you who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses; I can tell you how to brew glory, bottle fame, and even put a stopper in death." He then looks away from me, his gaze focuses on Harry, and I noticed his facial expression to become tenser. He crosses his arms against his chest.
"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel comfortable enough to not pay attention... Mr. Potter, our-new-celebrity."
Here we go again I thought, I ignore the questions that Snape starts firing at Harry. Instead I write down everything Snape said, every sentence he has spoke to me thus far is engraved in my memory. I just have to write it. To ensure that I will never forget in the future.
I'm here to be greatest, if I have to do grueling work; such as taking down notes, then so be it. "Honestly I hope your sister does a no-less than a perfect job impressing me than you do Potter, you are utterly useless." Snape glares at me, "Miss. Potter I will ask the same question, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
His sudden question brought me to a halt. I remember Ivory saying something about the drought of living death-dealing with such ingredients. Maybe I should take a go, besides it couldn't get any worse thanks to Harry.
"There ingredients to the drought of living death potion, sir." A slightly shocked expression could be seen briefly on his face. "Fascinating, now tell me what exactly is the draft of living death potion used for?"
this part I don't exactly know. But I think I can use the context of its name to figure it out, it sounds like something to do with sleeping. I'm just going with it out. With all the confidence I can muster I spoke. "It's a sleeping potion, sir."
"I see, well Mr. Potter I'm glad Your sister doesn't let the fame get to her head." His face turns into a sneer. "Because clearly it isn't everything, 5 points from Gryffindor for Mr. Potters cheek, and 5 points added to Slytherin for Miss. Potter being prepared." Harry turns to gawk at me, but I shrug my shoulders. I honestly got lucky and I will have to thank Ivory later.
About an hour has passed, and it is time for the next class. "Make sure you grab a beginner's potion book on your way out, and just so you know there are no extras if your so idiotic to lose your book, you're on your own."
I went to grab a book, but they were all gone. Surely professor Snape had enough books to give out. I turn to walk back to him. To my dismay my hands start to shake, I don't fear him or at least I don't think I do. So why am I shaking?
"Miss. Potter any particular reason why you haven't gone off to your next class?" I jump at his sudden comment. I take in a deep breath, as I try my hardest to stop myself from shaking. "All the potion books were gone by the time I got there, I don't have one." I had a worried tone in my voice.
Professor Snape cocks his head, and stares at me with skepticism. "I counted the books, there should be one left for you." I shake my head, and on doing so I noticed his features turn into a scowl. "And it's hardly fair to be on my own, considering I didn't even get a chance to lose it," I said sarcastically.
I swear a slight smile appeared on his thin lips. But I dare not hope. "I do believe I said life is not fair, but in this case..." he stops himself. As if being kind was going to kill him. Instead he gets up, and walks towards one of the cabinets.
He gently opens it, and grabs another potions book. He stands to hold it, it seems he is pondering his next move. "Miss. Potter, the book I'm giving you Is highly advanced, and most certainly goes beyond the talent of the likes of you." He pauses, as he turns his head towards me. Then he walks back overtaking my small hand, and placing the book in my grasp. The moment of his touch was like fire on ice.
"But for some unknown reason I feel inclined to give this to you." I nod, besides the fact the book looks like someone throw-up on it, it also said advanced potion-making. "Sir, are you sure giving me this book is wise?" I couldn't help but question this, I am new to the world of magic. He glares at me, then scoffs.
"Do you really think I would hand this to you if I thought you couldn't benefit from it?" "No I just...you know what I can use this, and thank you professor," I said with all earnest. While I was in front of him, I decided to open it. I noticed he was staring intently at me. Which once again brought a light shade of red to my cheeks.
"This book is the property of the half-blood Prince, who is that?" Professor Snape turns away from me, and walks back to his desk. "Stop with the tedious questions, you have your book now get onto your next class." I nod in agreement. "Thank you Professor I'm truly grateful." I skip out to the hallway, knowing full well that I'm late for Madame Hooch's flying lessons.
But honestly I just got a little more information from the professor who caught my attention. And my assessment would be he is human, he is hurting, he has a deep hate for the world around him, and hides a very deep secret. To what that secret is I do not know, and nor at the moment do I care. But I know one day I will.
End of year 1 Chapter 2 The potions master. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
