Wow! It has been a fat minute. I am so excited to have another chapter of you. This past month has been crazy emotionally and schedule wise. I am hopeful to get back to regular updates, and I hope you enjoy Chapter 7.


Classes started a few days after we arrived, which gave the students time to adjust to each other and our surroundings. I spent my time exploring the castle and getting to know my roommate. Hermione and I did almost everything together the days before class started. We walked to all of our meals together, found our classrooms together, shared interesting things we read to each other, and talked about each other when we weren't reading.

Reading had always been something I was interested in with all the time I had to spare in my brother's and my cupboard. At my school before Hogwarts, the librarian was always letting me take out more books than the one we were allowed, and I would read the nights away.

After reading a handful of books in the first couple of days, I realized magic was going to be a lot more than waving around a stick and saying funny words. We were going to learn to chart the night skies, grow and care for strange plants and fungi, and transform living animals into inanimate objects. Of course, that was just the beginning.

When classes finally started, I knew where all my classes would be, had read a handful of books, and considered myself good friends with my roommate. It was the first time I didn't know where my twin brother was every second of every day. I realized this when he ran in late to class with Ron Weasley on our first day.

"Whew! Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron asked relieved that the Transfiguration professor was nowhere in sight. He spoke to soon however, because the seemingly harmless cat that sat on the desk at the front of the room, quickly transformed into the very woman they wanted to avoid.

"I assume my face would look like this," she said sternly.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron told her, amazed by what he just saw.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps I should transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch. Maybe then one of you would be on time," she scolded them.

"We got lost," Harry explained.

"Perhaps a map then? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?" she asked. The boy quickly took their seat and began taking notes with the rest of us.

As bad as Transfiguration may have been for Harry, Potions would prove to be far worse. Potions class was held in the dungeons and taught by Professor Snape, who made it quite clear he did not like my brother.

Professor Snape started class by taking roll call, pausing when he came upon my brother's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new… celebrity."

My name came next, and when I claimed myself present, Snape gave me a look. His glance looked conflicted, but he quickly continued calling out names.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began, speaking in a low voice that was strong but hard to hear. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses."

As Snape spoke, Harry rushed to write down all he was saying, and I thought about actually being able to do the things our professor was proposing.

"I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death," He continued before looking over at my brother. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention," he trailed off, as I nudged my brother to look up.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand shot into the air, but Snape waited for Harry to answer.

"I don't know, sir," answered Harry.

"Clearly, fame isn't everything," Snape sneered, ignoring Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Again, Hermione's hand was up, and Harry had no inkling to the answer.

"How about the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Professor Snape quizzed my brother for a third time, continuing to ignore Hermione's hand shaking in the air.

"I don't know," said Harry quietly.

"I think Hermione does. Why don't you try her?" I asked aloud, trying to get the attention off my brother. A few people laughed, but Snape was not amused.

"Ah yes, Miss Potter. Our little celebrity's not-so-famous sister," he commented in a snide manner. "Let us see if you can answer, what you so willing volunteer your classmates to. What would I get if I added powder root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape questioned me, fully prepared for me to fail.

The excitement I originally had to learn potions, was quickly diminishing with every word the wizard muttered.

"Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion known as the Draught of the Living Death," I answered easily, recalling the book I read days before. I tried to stay calm and collected, but I could feel my anger towards him boiling past it's breaking point.

Surprised by my correct answer, his face tightened as he tried again. "And if I asked you to find me a bezoar—" I cut him off before he could finish.

"I would tell you to look for a stone in the stomach of a goat. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, that's what I'd assume you'd ask me next, they are the same plant. The plant is most commonly known to be found in Wolfsbane potion, which is made to relieve symptoms of lycanthropy. But it's also an ingredient in Wideye potion. Oh, and it also goes by a third name: aconite," I said, showing off my knowledge.

Shock and anger crossed his face, as he painfully told the class, "That is correct… Why isn't anyone writing this down?" A sudden rummaging for quills and parchment was heard, as Snape continued, speaking over the noise. "And five points will be taken from Gryffindor for Miss Potter's cheek."

When class was dismissed, I packed up with everyone else, ready to leave class. Professor Snape had other plans.

"Miss Potter! Where do you think you are going?"

"You said class was dismissed…" I trailed off with question in my voice.

"Yes, not for you. Come to the front," Snape ordered. I gave a look and nodded to my brother telling him to go ahead. Staying behind, I watched them walk out the door as I walked up to Snape's desk in the front.

"You wanted to see me Professor?" I asked, trying to withhold any attitude. Having already lost Gryffindor house points, I didn't want to lose anymore.

The wizard looked up at me with an unreadable face.

"Can you tell me tell me a key ingredient in a Forgetfulness Potion?" He questioned me.

"Wait you kept me behind to quiz me?" I asked, confused as to the purpose of his question.

"Miss Potter, I have asked you a question. What is a key ingredient—"

"Mistletoe berries," I answered before he could ask me a second time.

"Name a potion that can reverse the effects of a Sleeping Draught," he said, this time not asking.

"Um, the Widgenweld Potion?" I tried answering, still confused on the potions pronunciation.

"Wiggenweld," he corrected. "Tomorrow night report here for detention straight after dinner."

"Wait, what? Why do I have detention?" I questioned, mystified for why I was being punished.

"For being a know-it-all. Now, get out of my classroom."

And get out, I did. Fuming, I pushed open the classroom door to find three people in the hall waiting for me.

"What happened in there?" Hermione was the first to question, as I started walking to the common room.

"That was amazing! Standing up to that greasy haired git, like that!" Ron commented.

"Are you okay, Ren?" Harry asked with concern, as the three of them followed me.

"I'm okay. Snape gave me detention tomorrow after dinner," I told them.

"That is totally unfair! He already took house points and now he's punishing you more. You shouldn't have challenged a teacher like that, Rena," Hermione scolded me.

"Are you kidding? He deserved it!" Ron defended me, as I began to ignore them. Hermione and Ron bickered the entire way up to the Gryffindor tower. Harry stayed silent, just sending me looks, that I knew meant he was saying it would be okay.


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