Their World in my Hands

My choices can change the lives of the ones I love, the ones I hate and the ones I don't know. I am a witch, an undetectable. It's all new to me, I could lead us to greatness or to devastation and I'm not ready for the power, but I have to be. Everyone's relying on me, I have their world in my hands and I cannot let them down...

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33. The Potions Master

Albus and I braved to long hallways together. As we were walking, I kept catching glimpses of Rose and her new friends and wondering who Albus hung out with before this year. Maybe no one.

Despite the fact that my books weighed me down and I kept bumping people on the way and I was dreading seeing my dad, it was an enjoyable walk through the school grounds to my class. In the perpetration course I took last year, I probably only went outside about twice. Now I could walk through the courtyard and admire the beautiful paintings of different witches and wizards and landscapes and magical creatures of all sorts.

The dungeons were much cooler and darker compared to the rest of the castle. There were not as many people here but I felt the urge to get closer to Albus, further away from the dark and loneliness. We walked endless corridors, around twists and turns where the grey stones looked like they were about to crumble under the weight of the castle and past many rotting oak doors, leading to various classrooms and chambers.

We reached a wide corridor, ending with a set of new, freshly polished, double doors. The torch brackets next to these doors housed blue flames instead of the regular yellowish white, illuminating the space and making it looks less menacing than the rest of the dungeon.

This was the room, I knew it before looking for a room number, this is what my father would do. Soon, many other students were crowding around the front door, waiting to meet the new teacher whom I've already met.

It was surprising that not many of these people made to connection. Half of them were Griffindor students, surely they would remember the last name of a late student who transferred into their house. I wondered what house the other students were in, what house could it be.

My worst fears came into realisation when Scorpius came striding into the corridor. Crowded around many Slytherin students, following his every move.

"Looks like Malfoy's made a few friends," I muttered to Albus.

"So you weren't lying about the supposed Mudblood thing, you really didn't know your father was a wizard?" I ignored him "I'm talking to you Williams... Answer when you're being spoken to!"

"Quit it Malfoy!" Sneered Albus "Ahh... So Potter's got a new girly friend... Well, you're making the same wrong decision your father did... Do me a favour, don't hang out with the wrong sort... You looked better with now friends."

"Ok that's enough!" Came a very familiar voice from the doorway. "Into class, all of you, welcome to Potions..."

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