Disclaimer ~ I don't own any of the amazing character or any part of the magical world of Harry Potter *Sad face*
When Harry first woke up he felt confused as he wasn't in his cupboard. He looked around and he could see that he was in a bed that was surrounded by red curtains before he realised where he was. 'I can't believe this is all real. It feels like it should be a dream.' He thought to himself in awe as he remembered that past few weeks. 'I'm really here, I'm really a wizard.'
After lying in his bed for about five minutes he sat up and pulled the curtains around his bed back, where he saw the other boys in his dorm waking up as well. There was then a knock on the dorm door and a voice that sounded like Percy said, "Time to get ready if you want to have breakfast." That was when Harry realised that he would be able to eat at every meal unlike at the Dursley's and encouraged him to get up and ready quickly. Apparently it encourage Ron to get up as well as when he was moving the slowest he was quickly the first one to be dressed. 'Well someone must be hungry.' Harry smirked to himself as he started to do his tie looking over at Ron who was hopping from foot to foot impatiently.
All the first years piled down the stairs and followed Percy down to the Great Hall for breakfast where there was a feast of all sorts of breakfast foods. Harry sat down opposite Ron, who started to pile food on his plate immediately while Harry looked at the food and decided on porridge and toast with raspberry jam. Professor McGonagall walked from the Head table towards the Gryffindor table holding pieces of parchment which Harry learned when passed one was his time table.
He read through it, 'Breakfast 7am till 9:30am, Break 9:30am till 9:45am, Potions 9:45am till 10:45am, Break 10:45am till 11am, History of Magic 11am till 12pm, Lunch 12pm till 1pm, Break 1pm till 1:15pm, Charms 1:15pm till 2:15pm, Break 2:15pm till 2:30pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts 2:30pm till 3:30pm, Free 3:30pm till 6pm, Dinner 6pm till 8pm, Free 8pm till 10pm, Bed 10pm till 7am. Breaks are to give students time to get to and from class. Do not waste the time given.'
"Oh bloody hell, Potions first thing," Moaned Ron once he saw the time table, "First day here and they're already trying to torture us." He put his head down the table and groaned. 'What's wrong with Potions, it sounds fun to me and when reading the book was interesting.' Harry thought to himself curious so he asked Ron. "You haven't heard?" He asked before he seemed to realise something, "Oh yeah, you wouldn't have heard about Snape have you? Well basically the greasy bat hates Gryffindor's. Got absolutely no reason to either." 'Well calling a greasy bat isn't going to help, is it?.' Harry thought to himself but he managed to keep his opinion to himself.
When both Harry and Ron were finished eating they made their way to the dungeons where Potions was taught. Him and Ron joined the rest of the First year Slytherin's and Gryffindor's inside the classroom just in time having gotten lost. A couple of minutes later the classroom door slammed open and in walked Professor Snape, his cape billowing behind him as he stormed to the front of the classroom. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, 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 the human veins, bewitching the minds, 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." Harry started to write notes as soon as he started to speak, however it seemed that the Professor believed he wasn't listening.
"Tell me Mr Potter, where would I look to find a bezoar?" He asked sneering at Harry obviously expecting him to not know the answer. However he was sure he remembered the answer. 'Where was it? Where was it? Oh!'
"The stomach of a goat, sir" Harry replied hoping he had answered correctly.
Apparently he had as Professor Snape only raised one his eyebrows before composing himself. "Correct. Now tell me Mr Potter what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Harry was sure of the answer this time having learnt this from taking care of Aunt Petunia's garden.
"There is no difference, sir. They are the same plant which is also known as aconite." He answered looking up at the Professor who was peering down at him, obviously waiting for him to fail.
"Correct again Mr Potter, and what potion would I be making if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of Woodworm?" Professor Snape asked staring Harry in the eyes as he thought, trying to remember the answer when it suddenly hit him.
"The Draught of Living Death, sir." Harry answered feeling relieved that he had flicked through one of the older students Potions textbook the night before.
"Well, it seems someone thought to read their textbook this year. Now why aren't you all writing this down." Everyone jerked to a start looking for their quills, ink wells and parchment and writing down all the information given to them. While doing that Professor Snape walked back to the front of the class and spelled the instructions for that days potion on the board. After doing that he turned to face the class where he then gave Harry a subtle nod.
'I think I'm going to enjoy this class' Harry grinned to himself.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Say alive frens |-/ 3