Chapter seven , I own nothing but Honey and most of her friends. Thanks to everyone who have reviewed and a special shout out to random miss saranda clearwater for your review as you requested I hurry with another chapter, well here it is. I hope everyone likes it!

"And this is Oliver Wood," Tyler was saying as the group of first years walked down the stairs to Potions.

"Hey Oliver, I'm Honey." The red haired girl said as she smiled friendly like at the Gryffindor.

The first years all had Potions together (well it was split half and half), Honey was fine with it, but the other kids (minus the Slytherin's) were scarred to death of Professor Severus Snape.

As they walked into the dungeons they quickly took a seat, so they didn't give the Slytherin Professor a reason to take away points.

Honey pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she sat down in the front with her friend Sasha, Jenny, Tyler, and Jethro. They were an odd bunch of friends really, one Gryffindor, one Hufflepuff, one Slytherin, and two Ravenclaws. They had been friends ever since Jethro told three fifth year Slytherin's to go jump in a hole and leave the other four alone.

Since that moment they were never far from each other unless they were sleeping or had classes that weren't the same.

The dungeon door slammed open to reveal Professor Snape with his usual death glare present in his eyes he used just for when he was teaching. He grabbed the scroll off his desk and started roll call, James, Sasha, Jethro, Jenny, Oliver, Percy (Weasley), Penelope, Mitchell, Luke, Thomas, Jacob, Gabriel, Lola, Skylar, Annabelle Victoire, Julie, Charlotte, Nathan, and finally Honey.

As he put the scroll back on his desk he began the speech Honey now knew by heart from always hanging out with Snape since the moment the Professor's had started raising her.

"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 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 human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper to death if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." (All that is in italics is directly from the fist HP book)

Honey frowned then mumbled "Geez Severus, we're not idiots."

Unfortunately Snape heard her "Well if you're not an idiot Ms. Potter perhaps you can answer a few questions for me."

Honey rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms against her chest "Bring it on Professor."

Snape glanced around the room as a smirk formed on his face "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Honey threw a smirk, so much like her fathers, back at Snape as she answered "It makes a sleeping potion right, a really powerful one?" she mentally pinched herself, her mind chose at that moment to leave her.

"And what Potter would I find in the stomach of a goat?" the potions Professor asked, Honey would know the answers, Snape had made sure she knew the correct answers by the time she was nine.

Honey paled, she always got this one wrong. She glanced at her friends sitting around her then said "A bezoar, sir."

Snape smiled to himself as he nodded yes. His little girl was just like her mother. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfs bane?"

Honey sighed in relief as she said "Nothing, there is no difference."

"You're so stupid Potter," a black haired Slytherin, Skylar Moore, said as her and her friends laughed at Honey "If there was no difference Professor never would've asked what the difference was."

Honey rolled her eyes as she turned to glare at the Slytherin "It's a trick question Moore, there is no difference because they are the same plant. They are also known as Aconite, maybe you should read a book before you go and pick on somebody."

"Quiet," Snape ordered as he silenced the laughing students. "For though of you who were not paying attention, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a shuffling of parchment and the sound of quills sliding across paper as everyone hurried to copying down what the Professor had said before it slipped their minds.

"A point will be tooken from Slytherin house for name calling," Snape said as he walked around the room. "We will be making a very easy potion that even you dunderheads should be able to make. Everything you need is in the cabinet and the directions are on the board. When you are done your potion is to be put in a vial and brought up to my desk, begin!"

As the group of kids were leaving the dungeons after class Honey stopped dead in her tracks when she caught wind of what the students were saying.

"Yeah Professor Snape favors her," this was from a Slytherin

"I heard he's like her dad or something." – Gryffindor aka Percy Weasley

"She was raised by the Professors, I bet they all give her special treatment because of it." – Ravenclaw third or fourth year

Honey pushed past Tyler and Jethro and bolted to Ravenclaw common room. She slammed the door to the first year dormitory and fell onto her bed with tears sliding down her cheeks, not in sadness but in anger.

She hated that people said things that they didn't understand. Yes Honey lived at Hogwarts but she wasn't taught by any of the Professor's but Snape and Dumbledore with the occasional talk with some of the other Professors. Honey was taught at a wizarding school in London for kids planning on going to Hogwarts when they turned eleven and briefly by Remus Lupin.

Honey screamed in anger then her eyes landed on the picture she had of the whole Potter family.

It was of the four of them during Harry's first birthday or something. James and Lily were standing in the back with James holding Harry while Honey stood in front of them holding up a picture of the happy family she had colored right before the picture had been tooken.

"Hi mom, how's Harry?" Honey whispered as she heard footsteps running up the stairs toward her. "Watch after him will ya, and watch after Severus. I'm fine mom, I will be I swear. Oh and tell dad that I really miss him, I miss both of you and Harry." Then the door bust open to reveal a very mad Sasha.

"Those no good for nothing gits have no right to have said what they did." The other girl said as she hurried over to make sure her friend was okay. "Just ignore them okay, and that Weasley kid is just a prat so definitely ignore him."

Honey hugged her friend then shyly asked "Are all Weasley boys' prats?"

Sasha pulled away and asked "What Weasley are we talking about, the fourth year or the sixth year Weasley?"

Honey blushed and seemed to find her shoes very interesting as she mumbled "Charlie, the fourth year one."

It took a moment before either one said anything then Sasha said "Well, he isn't that bad. He appears to have some muscle and his eyes are pretty nice looking, but isn't he a little old for you?"

"I didn't say I was going to date him, I just said he was nice looking!" Honey said as she threw a pillow at her friend.

Sasha laughed as she stuck her hands out in surrender "Okay I was just asking," then she picked up her pillow and flung it across the room.

I love this story; every time I get a chance I'm typing a new chapter for Honey. I just love her character and her friends are awesome! I'm gonna try and put pics on my profile of what I imagine Honey, Sasha, Jethro, Jenny, and Tyler to look like so if you want to see that it should be on there soon. Anyway, reviews are always welcome so please do so!