First potions class-
The doors banged open, silencing the room as heads turned towards the noise.
We did a roll call, the professor pausing shortly and Harry's and I's name.
"ah yes, the potters our new celebrities," he said as Draco's two thugs snickered.
Severus gazed around the room taking in the faces then said, "You are here to learn the science and the exact art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand waving, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron, with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
He spoke quietly, but he didn't need to speak any louder, as the classroom was silent the class listening to every word. He and professor McGonagall shared the gift of silencing a group of children with nothing more than a glance.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" he asked suddenly.
Harry looked startled, but was trying to find the answer. The girl, Hermione I think, next to him had her hand as far into the air as it would go.
The answer was the draught of the living dead, a sleeping potion. The most powerful one to be exact.
"I don't know, sir," he said quietly and politely.
He tutted, "It seems fame isn't everything," Severus said ignoring the girl, Hermione.
"Let's try again. Potter where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Again Harry tried to find the answer. The stomach of a goat is where you would look.
'if you know the answer then speak up, he said Potter, not Mr. Potter. He didn't clarify,' Lillith pushed.
'in a minute, see if Harry knows them.'
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied again.
Crabbe and Goyle were still laughing, Draco was smirking slightly as well but he hid it, I suppose as to not get on my bad side.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Severus said harshly. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfs bane?"
Hermione stood from her seat trying to be called on, but was ignored.
"I don't know, though, it seems Hermione does, why don't you try her?" Mr. Potter remarked.
"Sit down! A point will be taken from Gryffindor for your cheek Mr. Potter. For your information," he began but I interrupted gently.
"The draught of living death. The stomach of a goat, and there is no difference, they are the same plant, some also know it as aconite," I spoke up from my seat next to Draco.
"I didn't ask you Ms. Potter," he hissed.
"No sir, you said 'Potter', but as there are two potters in your class you need to specify, otherwise we will not know who you wish the answer from," I replied as Lillith suggested the words.
"You are correct miss Potter, I will keep this in mind. Three points to Slytherin for knowing the correct answers, but next time you try something like that you will lose our house ten points. Would you inform the class where you found your information," he told me, whilst glaring at me.
"one thousand magical herbs and fungi, and magical draughts and potions, sir," I stated.
"Well? Why aren't any of you writing this down? Miss Potter, see me after class," he said before sweeping to the front of the classroom.
The class proceeded on, the boy beside us, Neville the one who loses his toad, was about to add the porcupine quills before removing the cauldron from the fire.
"Neville, don't," I hissed reaching over and snatching his wrist as he rose his over the cauldron.
"Why?" he asked scared.
"Read line seven on the instructions," I told him taking the quills from his hand.
" 'Remove cauldron from flames, before you add-' oh. Thank you," he said as I released his wrist and set the quills back on the desk.
"What is going on here? Why are you away from your desk miss Potter?" professor Snape said as he swooped in beside us.
"Neville was about to add the porcupine quills before he removed the cauldron from the fire, I was preventing him from doing so, sir," I told him.
"Is this true, Mr. longbottom?" he demanded.
"Yes sir," the boy said shakenly.
"Very well, one point to Slytherin for your observance skills, miss potter. Mr. longbottom, a twelve inch essay on the importance of following instructions. Back to your desk miss Potter, and finish your potion," he told me before sweeping off to his desk.
The rest of the class finished their potions with little to no accidents. Draco and I earned another point for our house with the best brewed potion of the class, the second best was Harry's friend Hermione.
I packed my bag and left it on my chair and started cleaning my station as Draco bid me goodbye and left the potions classroom along with the rest of the Gryffindor and Slytherin class.
"Miss Potter, explain to me why you prevented Mr. longbottom from adding the quills to his potion before it was removed?" the potions professor asked me from his desk.
"Neville's desk was right next to mine and Draco's, had I not stopped him, his potion would have exploded, injuring not only not only himself but Draco and I as well as miss. Granger and my brother. Then as the potions made its way along the floor it could possibly injury anyone in the class, sir," I told him.
"How do you consider potions in the world of magic?" he asked nodding his head to my previous answer.
"It is a very dangerous type of magic if you do not brew the potion properly. But when it is down correctly, it can be very helpful to everyday life. From what I've read and seen so far, I would very much enjoy being a potions mistress," I stated truthfully.
"And if I offered you extra potions lessons, how would you respond?"
"I would be delighted, sir."
"You would have to stay at the top of all your classes and if you get more than two detentions a month I will no longer be offering these lessons to you. Do you understand?" he asked, coming to a stand.
"Yes, sir, I understand," I told him slightly giddy.
"You will meet me here every Wednesday in you break after lunch," he told me.
"You are dismissed."
I gathered my bag and left the classroom, heading to my commonrooms…