A/N: Written for HSWW (Challenges and Assignments)
September Event: Back to School; Prompt: 29. Attending the First Class (Scenario)
Showtime/Act 1: Alexander Hamilton: Harry Potter (Character)
Word Count: 497
It was the beginning of the school year, and Harry and Ron were dreading it; their first class was Potions. Considering the year before their marks had been literally dreadful, the boys had to retake the course to pass and graduate this year. Neither were looking forward to dealing with the sullen professor once again.
"Harry," Ron said taking a deep breath. They were standing outside of the Potion's classroom doors. People were entering the room, giving the duo strange glances as they passed by.
Harry turned to look at his best friend and gulped. "Yes, Ron?"
"If we die, I'm going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault."
That brought a small smile to Harry's face. "That's fine, I wouldn't mind having you for company as a ghost."
"We could haunt Mione," Ron suggested.
Harry snorted. "She'd find a way to hit us with a book somehow."
Ron subconsciously rubbed his arms as if he were remembering the times he was struck with Hogwarts: A History. "Let's not haunt her then."
"We're still living, Ron."
"For now."
Harry shook his head and pushed the doors open. He and Ron shuffled inside quickly and took the closest available table near the back. As soon as their bottoms touched the chairs, Snape entered the classroom with his robes billowing behind him. Harry and Ron looked to each other before turning their attention back to Professor Snape.
"Good day," Snape drawled. "Welcome to Seventh Years Potions." He looked around at everyone with narrowed eyes. "I am Severus Snape, but I am not your professor."
Heated whispers and chatter quickly grew in the classroom until Snape cleared his throat. "Rather, I am here to introduce you to your new professor." A small snarl grew on Snape's face as he raised his arm towards the door.
Harry and Ron looked at each other with relieved, curious glances. "Who do you think the poor sap is that Snape is gonna introduce?" Ron asked with a whisper. Harry shrugged as the doors opened.
The commanding presence from the person reached everyone in the room. Ron's mouth went dry as his jaw practically hit the desk. Harry was hiding his snicker behind his hand before looking to Ron.
"We're really gonna die now, mate," Ron muttered.
"Hello everyone," the pleasant yet firm and feminine voice greeted. "I'm Molly Weasley, and I'll be your new Potions professor."
Snape's snarl grew, but he only cleared his throat and sauntered out the room. Mrs. Weasley gave everyone in the room a bright smile and clapped her hands together. She was going to say something until she heard a thud. Peering towards the back, Mrs. Weasley frowned. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, sit your head up right this minute!" she scolded before taking her focus to the rest of the class and starting her first lesson.
"I've changed my mind," Ron muttered. "Should we die, I'm haunting Dad for letting this happen."
