A/N: Sorry for taking so long everybody and for a short chapter like this, but I've had SEVERE writer's block for this story and in my life the shit seriously hit the fan so to speak. Iwillbe coming out with chapter 3 soon though.
Harry Potter and the Friend of Slytherin
Chapter 2
First Day
As Harry slowly woke up from his peaceful slumber, he heard the sounds of three of the four other boys getting dressed as well as Ron's rather...loud snores. Used to having to wake up right away, from all of the times he would be punished if he was not awake as soon as his aunt came to wake him up he he quickly got out of bed, and began to get ready for the day.
After getting ready, and noticing the time, he went to wake up Ron which proved to be an incredibly difficult goal to accomplish. After 20 minutes and threats from Ron's two older brothers, who were twins, to douse him in water, Ron finally was up, and accompanied Harry to the Great Hall for breakfast.
After reaching the crowded Great Hall and sitting down so they could eat breakfast, and discuss what they thought was coming up in their classes while their apparent Head of House, Professor McGonagall passed out schedules. As they looked at their they groaned at the fact that they had Double Potions with Professor Snape and the Slytherins right after their first class, which was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall and the Ravenclaw first years...and from what they had both heard in regards to those two teachers, particularly Professor Snape, Harry and Ron knew it wouldn't be an easy morning.
It was at that moment that Harry noticed something quite odd over at the Slytherin table. While all of the first year Slytherins were sitting at the end of the table closest to the Great Hall's entrance, there was one who was isolated...and was that fearwhich which the first year snakes, and even some of the second year ones were looking at the isolated first year? Upon looking closer he realized two things. One, was that wasn't fear, they were glancing at the first year with...but complete terror. Two, the isolated first year Slytherin was none other than one Nathairanri Laibeteach. Curious as to what a single first year could do to cause such terror in every other Slytherin first year, and even a few of the second years of that House, Harry considered trying to find out, but decided it wasn't really important and thus decided to ignore it for moment.
After finishing breakfast, Harry and Ron both left to head to the first class of their Hogwarts careers...only there was one problem. They were, completely and utterly lost. Finally after fifteen minutes of searching they found the classroom ten minutes late with Professor McGonagall no where to be seen and an odd cat sitting on a desk at the front of the room. It was at this point that Ron said with relief clear in his voice "Merlin, it's a good thing McGonagall isn't here or we'd be in trouble for sure." At that very moment, before Harry had a chance to reply, the cat leaped off the desk and transformed into their teacher!
Her lips pressed into a thin line, their shapeshifting teacher said phrasing it as a question, "Perhaps, Mssrs. Weasley and Potter, I should transform one of you into a pocket watch, so that you can learn to tell time?"
"We...we got lost Ma'am"
"Then, perhaps a map? Now take your seats, I trust you won't need a map to find them"
As the two embarrassed first years, sat down, Professor McGonagall began lecturing the class "Transfiguration is a complex, and potentially dangerous art. There will be NO foolishness tolerated in this class. If you behave as such, you will find yourselves banned from the class." She then proceeded to transfigure her desk into a pig, and back again after which she gave them the assignment for the day, transfiguring matchsticks into needles which only Hermione and a couple of the Ravenclaws were able to do.
2 hours later, Harry found himself sitting with Ron in the Potions lab, gazing with curiosity at the Slytherin first years who were still avoiding Nathairanri. He considered going over to the snarky serpent and asking him about what happened, but just when he was about to do so, the doors to the classroom slammed open and Professor Snape marched in looking very much like a bat, or an avenging dark being.
As he proceeded to gaze at a piece of paper he suddenly glared at Harry and spoke "Ah yes, Mr. Potter...our new...celebrity" putting a slight sneer to the word celebrity. At that point, Harry knew he would NOT be enjoying Potions class as much as he thought he would.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making,' he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. 'As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will scarcely 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, even put a stopper on death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.'
As Harry looked around the class he saw that Malfoy was leaning back in his chair with a smug smirk on his face, as if he felt he didn't have to work hard, and both Nathairanri, and Hermione had looks of awe on their faces and as if they were eager to prove they weren't "dunderheads"
As he was copying down what the professor had been saying he noticed a shadow loom over him causing him to look up and see, Professor Snape glaring at him before saying "Mr. Potter, tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel with an infusion of wormwood?"
Startled at being singled at and embarrassed at not knowing the answer Harry stammer out "I...I don't know." causing the surly professor to give a rather impressive sneer as he said "Well then what if I asked you where could I find a bezoar, and what is it used for?"
"I don't know." Harry replied. At this point, Hermione was jumping up and down in her seat her hand waving in the air to try and convince the sneering Potions Master to call on her, Malfoy was snickering, and oddly enough, Nathairanri was directing a mild glare (to Harry) at Professor Snape.
Looking at him like he was an tiny little turtle turd, Professor Snape drawled out "You don't know? Well then, Mr. Potter, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
Getting a little irritated at being singled out, Harry finally replied rather coolly "While I don't know the answer to that question either, I think Hermione might." causing the professor's glare to intensify for a brief moment before he looked at Hermione who at this point was standing up and waving her right arm around like a mad-woman and snapped at her "Sit down you foolish girl," before he turned back to Harry and said the disgust evident in his voice "Clearly, fame isn't everything. For your information, powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood creates a sleeping potion so potent it is known as the Draught of Living Death, a bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat and is used to cure most poisons. Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, it is also referred to as aconite." At this point he started walking to the front of the room while he barked out "Well? Why aren't you all copying this down?"