Oh my Goodness! I'm so sorry! I've been so busy with start of the semester that I haven't had ANY time to update! –sobs-
Anyways, I'm here now, and I'm writing the next chapter, and I hope that I can get chapter 8 posted before Christmas!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that comes from the Harry Potter Books. They belong solely to J. K. Rowling, although it would be cool to own the most popular book in the world, currently…
Chapter 7
Breakfast the next morning could not be labeled as anything less than hell. The morning had started off bad, with Harry discovering that Ron's chinchilla had gnawed right through his socks, and Neville had lost his toad, Trevor for the fifth time since they had met him.
Now the trio, plus Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, wondering why Silas was sitting at the head table. It soon became clear though when Dumbledore stood up, getting the attention of every student in the hall.
"Ahem." He began. "Last night, there was a mistake in where Mr. Potter her was sorted. Today, we must set it to rights."
Harry looked at Ron, exasperated. "Why is it that people refuse to believe that their 'savior' is a nasty guy?" He asked, moaning in annoyance.
Dumbledore started to speak again. "And so, upon further conversation with the hat, we have finally decided that Silas could never fully integrate into the houses, and will instead be residing in private quarters, and will sit at the head table. He will be taking classes with the Gryffindors."
And so, that was why the morning had started out being so utterly horrendous. The second event was when they started classes. First block was Potions with the Slytherins.
The Gryffindor first years filed out of the hall, quickly grouping around Silas when he followed after them. It continued in that way until they reached the dungeons.
The door slammed open, and Professor Snape swept into the room, his robes billowing behind him. He reached his desk, and whirled, staring coldly down at the seated first years. Harry in particular felt his gaze, and he flinched. The man hated him insanely.
"I hope you all know what this class is." He drawled. "I do not condone mistakes, accidents, or tardiness." His black eyes scanned the room. "Although some of you will never achieve the discipline required to master the fine art of potion making, I can tell that a few of you will be adequate." His eyes paused momentarily on the blonde boy, Draco Malfoy.
"For those of you that will, I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, or even... put a stopper in death." His eyes darted to Silas who sat at the back of the class.
"Tell me. Where would I find a bezoar?"
Silas quivered visibly.
Hermione would have shot her hand into the air if Harry had not stopped her, whispering into her ear that he was putting Silas in his spot.
"I don't know." Silas said finally, acting obnoxious, as usual.
"Then tell me the difference between Aconite and Wolfs Bane."
Silas snorted. "That's easy. Their leaves are different."
At Harry's side, Hermione looked scandalized. It was as If she couldn't believe that anyone would not know.
Snape stared penetratingly at Silas. "For you information, a bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat, and will cure most poisons. Wolfs Bane and Aconite are the same plant that also goes by the name of Monkshood."
Silas' smirk diminished, and he looked angrier now than full of himself.
Snape glared at the rest of the class. "Now WHY aren't you copying that down?" He demanded harshly. The class then became as busy as bees, getting out quills and ink, writing down what they had just been told.
Transfiguration was just as bad. Ron and Harry got lost on the way back from the bathroom, and were soundly told off by Professor McGonagall.
Lunch was a solemn affair, and the four of them stayed quiet for the most part. The only major event was when Ron commented that Professor Flitwick's clothes were tacky. Hermione had responded by beating Ron upside the head with her Charms textbook before marching off in a huff.
Neville and Harry looked down at Ron. "She's got you whipped, mate." Harry commented, Neville nodding in agreement.
Charms was the first block on Monday, and they arrived to find Hermione already in the class, flipping through a textbook. As Harry sat down next to her, she pushed the book in front of him, pointing to a section on the page.
"You know how you were telling us about how you find out your animagus forms?" She said, jabbing the title on the page. "This is it. You say the spell while sitting inside this protective circle," She pointed to a circle with runes marking out five different places on the edge of the circle. "You then say 'Anima Revelaire' and you can discover your animagus form!"
Harry looked up at his excited friend. "How did you find this in only a week?" He asked her, blinking.She grinned.
"I just worked hard." She stated, snapping the book closed and storing it in her bag."We'll do it tonight in the common room." She stated. "We have everything needed." Her face was practically glowing. Harry sighed. "Ron, Neville?"
The two boys in question shrugged. "No problem here." They answered.
Hermione grinned. "Alright then!" She said brightly.
Just then the class started, and they had to focus on saying the incantation correctly for the levitating charm. It was only first block, and they had a long day ahead of them.
AN: Ok, I don't quite remember what everyone asked in the reviews, and I don't know if I answered them all. I tried to, but it was a bit difficult. Also, I would like to say that this chappie would have been a lot longer had I not been stupid and written three pages worth of something else.
- Crimson Dragongem
