"Petunia Potter", Professor Snape called. My name was the only one he read with a smile in his face. "Here!", I replied. We smiled at each other now. When he finished checking the attendance, he announced:
"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 that is potion-making. However, for those select few, who possess the predisposition"- Quick look at me, I blush- "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses, I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. "
"I thought you said he was nice, Tuny? That guy's sca-ry!", my best friend Ginny Weasley whispered next to me. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough not to pay attention! Ginger hair, hand-me-down robe, another Weasley? I hope you do better than your brothers. Potter, you should help Miss Weasley and not distract her. Okay?" I nod. "Okay, uncle Sev. I mean Professor!" I replied, blushing again. Some Gryffindors laugh. "15 points from Gryffindor!" Snape calls out.
Later on, Ginny and I are brewing our first potion, but it doesn't just seem to go right. "You have to crush the beans, not cut them. It works better, I promise", Sev whispered as he walked past us, so that only she and I could hear. "Thanks Professor!", we whisper back. Walking out of class, I bump into my brother who has just been hanging out with Malfoy. I start to grow suspicious, gotta tell Ginny to ask Ron about it.
"So how was it like, for the first time in Potions class?" Harry asks with a wink. "It was awesome! You never told me uncle Sev was such a lovely teacher!" He bursts out into laughter. "Well he was never that nice towards me. Might be because I look like Dad", he says jokingly. "And I am his amiable godchild" I add, grinning broadly. "Yeah, he sure loves you to pieces", my brother remarks, "And that's why he is so incredibly proud to have you in his house" I laugh a little as I look down on my green and silver tie, "Dad's so pissed off though" That's something Harry and I both consider absolutely hilarious.
In the evening, as I am approaching the great hall...
"Hello Miss Potter!" No one lesser than Professor Dumbledore himself calls from behind. "So, finally a descendant from the Evans Family with the name Petunia made it into our noble school", the old man said with admiration. "I don't understand what you mean, Sir?", I had to admit.
"You are named after your aunt, aren't you? Your mother's sister?" "Yes sir, but she hates magic and the wizarding world as a whole." "Oh does she, really? She still begged me to let her come here when your mother got her acceptance letter", the old man says with a grin on his face. So that's why my mom named me after such an unpleasant woman!