Okay, I'm sorry it took me so long to update but I haven't been home for a week and after that I had exams but whatever. Here's a new chapter. Hope you like it.
Unexpected talents
"Welcome to potions, first years", the professor said, as he stepped into the classroom.
Albus looked up and saw a tall woman, who smiled down at them.
"Now for this year, we have Slytherins and Ravenclaws together, so this should be an interesting class", the professor continued.
Albus smiled at Rose and Scorpius, who sat next to him on either side.
"Now, potions is a very hard class, there is no denying, but I will try to guide you as much as I can through it while you study in Hogwarts."
The professor smiled at them and Albus couldn't help but liking her, she did look nice. His Dad had hated the subject, mostly because of his professor after whom Albus was named. Sometimes Albus really didn't understand his father. His Mum had also disliked potions, she had never been very good at it. Albus didn't expect to be good in this class, but at least he had a kind professor, who would understand and maybe help him.
"At first I want to see what you're capable of. We start with a very easy potion, the sleeping potion, just take out your books on page twelve and follow the instructions."
The class started to move and Albus took out his new book, he hadn't opened it during the summer. He had just look into the defence book, but potions was not of interest to Albus.
They began to brew and suddenly Albus was enjoying himself. It was easy, natural to him. Scorpius potion was of an unhealthy green shade and Rose's was purple, but Albus' was dark blue, like the instruction said it should be.
The professor came around and looked into Rose's potion.
"Keep going, Miss..."
"Weasley", Rose said.
"Of course. It looks good, with a little bit of work, you could really do well."
She said nothing as she looked into Scor's mixture, just asked for his name.
"And you must be Mr Potter, am I right?", the professor asked.
"Yes", Albus grimaced. He hated it, when people knew his name.
"You're father wasn't a very good potioneer, as I heard", she continued.
"No, Ma'am. He was good in DADA, but not in potions."
The professor nodded and looked down at Albus mixture, she gasped.
"I see, you're not your father. This is perfect", she said a bit surprised. "Very few first years succeed in making a sleeping potion on the first try."
She eyed Albus. "This is your first try, isn't it?"
Albus nodded. "I've never tried to do potions before."
The woman nodded. "This is a real surprise. Well done, Mr Potter."
Albus smiled. This was going to be his favourite subject.
