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Chapter 10

After our lesson about the boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts, many people became very fond of the class and it quickly became a favorite of many people. Unfortunately, Potions was slowly becoming worse because Snape was in a particularly bad mood ever since he heard about Neville's boggart. He was basically the only person that didn't find it funny at all. He was treating Neville worse than he ever had before.

We had potions the next day and we were making a particularly difficult potion. I had already forewarned Neville that I wouldn't be helping him because I knew that Snape would be paying close attention because of what had happened the day before.

The consequences of this were terrible. Neville had managed to mess up more than one step by the looks of his potion half-way through class.

BOOM!

The potion that was in Neville's cauldron exploded and it flew all over the place. I looked down at my arm and saw that a lot of it had hit me. Some of it even managed to get on my face.

"Maybe if you actually could read, then maybe you wouldn't be such a failure at everything!" Snape shouted at Neville.

Neville was apologizing and frantically trying to clean up the mess that he created, luckily it didn't get on anyone except for me. Suddenly, my arm and face began to turn a deep red and started burning.

Snape's eyes grew wide and his face went pale when he finally noticed what had happened to me.

"Come with me," Snape said hurriedly. "Quickly!"

I started walking fast and followed him into a separate room where his office was. I now felt my face and arm beginning to swell up and it burned even more.

Snape looked through the cabinets in his office frantically and handed over a potion that I would assume was the antidote.

"Take this," Snape said sounding completely panicked.

I quickly took the potion and I started to feel the swelling stop within the next few seconds. The burning also stopped burning as badly, but I could still feel it.

Snape turned around and picked up another potion from the cabinets and handed it over to me, I took it and drank it and the swelling started to go down.

Snape sat down in the armchair behind his desk and started to rub his temples. He looked angry, but I couldn't help but see the relief that was etched onto his face.

There was silence for a moment, but I decided to break it.

"This is exactly why I always help him in class…" I said quietly as I set down the vial that I was holding.

He glanced at me sideways, not changing his expressionless face.

"Your helping him is making him incapable of doing anything by himself, why can't you see that?"

"It's not a good subject for him," I said. "You can't tell me that you can't understand that. Everyone has a subject that they don't do good in-"

"This isn't the only class!" Snape said. "I tried to be nice to him, I tried to do what you asked of me, but he's driving me insane!"

"You call that being nice to him?" I laughed. "You call him a bumbling idiot every time he's in this room!"

"I'm just pointing out the truth," Snape muttered.

"The truth?" I said. "What are you? A child?"

His eyes narrowed in my direction and I crossed my arms.

"People make mistakes," I said. "Not everyone is great at everything, you should know this by now. You treat Neville terribly just because he doesn't do well in the class. Have you ever considered that he might be doing so badly because you treat him terribly? Maybe if you treated him like a decent human being, then maybe he could surprise you by actually putting an effort towards this class."

Snape raised an eyebrow at me and looked away.

"Thank you for giving me the antidote," I said.

I walked out of the office and into the classroom where I saw several people talking nervously, probably about what was going to happen next.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he gave me the antidote," I said.

I walked over and sat down in the chair that had been sitting in earlier. Hermione had already helped Neville clean up the mess that was made, so I didn't have anything to worry about.

After a few minutes, Snape finally stepped out of his office and towards the table I was sitting at. He glanced at me for a minute, but I turned myself away from him, giving him the silent treatment.

"I apologize for the way I treated you Mr. Longbottom, it was extremely unprofessional," Snape said through gritted teeth.

Neville looked completely mortified and waited silently as if he expected some kind of death threat to come afterwards. Everyone in the classroom was silent and I even saw a few jaws drop.

Snape walked slowly over to my cauldron and continued to grade. He observed the potion closely and after a few minutes of looking through it, he nodded and began to walk off.

"Five points to Gryffindor," he said slowly and sounded as though he was in pain as he said it and the words sounded almost unnatural coming from him.

"W-what?" I said, stunned.

"Do you wish to have those points removed, Miss Potter?" he raised an eyebrow.

I was at a loss for words.

"T-thank you Professor," I said.

A small smile went on his face as he continued to look through the other potions, but it faded before anyone else could see him.

"I still can't get over Snape giving points to Gryffindor," Ron said. "That has never happened before!"

"Ron, this is only the beginning of our third year," I said. "We haven't been here all that long."

We were sitting in the common room later that night and everyone was still freaking out about potions.

"Snape doesn't give points to Gryffindor, Emily," George said. "He hates Gryffindor - always has, always will."

"Emily is the only Gryffindor that Snape likes," Ron said.

"That is NOT true," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, it really is," Seamus said as he sat down in a nearby chair. "You're the only one that he hasn't yelled at."

"He yells at me for helping Neville!" I pointed at.

"That's only because he hates me," Neville laughed.

"He doesn't hate-"

"Yes he does," Harry, Ron, Neville, and Seamus all said at the same time.

It was now the beginning of October, which meant that Quidditch was going to be starting up. The night of the first practice came around sooner than I expected. Apparently Oliver wanted to prepare a lot this year.

It turned out that they began to practice more than usual and I hardly even got a chance to see anyone that was on the team.

"He's mad," Fred told me just before their practice. "Quidditch is his entire life."

"The first game is against Slytherin," George mentioned. "Where is my broom?"

I pointed over to the corner of the common room where he had set his broom only an hour ago.

"Thanks," he smiled as he ran over to pick up his broom.

Fred grabbed his broom and they went to go out of the common room. He waved to me as he ran out of the door.

"Have fun!" I called out to them.

"You too, my lovely," George smiled as he ran out of the common room.

I saw a final flash of red hair and they were gone. I was kind of upset that we hadn't really had a chance to talk as much this year. The year before we had played several pranks on people just for the fun of it. With all the talk of Sirius Black, dementors, and Draco being a creeper, we hadn't really gotten around to it.

I really liked being around the two of them. Their ridiculousness took my mind away from all of the troubles that I had in my life and let me have fun. Especially George...there was just something different about him that-

"What are you doing?" Hermione said.

I jumped at the sound of her voice and turned to see her standing in front of me with her books in hand and an eyebrow raised.

"Just...thinking," I said.

She nodded slowly and fell into a chair. She opened up one of the many books that she had in her hands and started reading and jotting down a few notes.

"You said that you couldn't go to Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked after a couple of seconds.

"No," I sighed. "The Durselys wouldn't sign the form and no one else can..."

"It's probably for the best," she said. "You know, with Sirius Black after both of you."

"We're fine Hermione," I rolled my eyes. "I don't think a trip to Hogsmeade would kill us."

We sat around doing homework until everyone came back. Ron had gone to watch the practice despite the pouring rain and each one of the teammates were soaked.

"You all look like you went swimming," I laughed.

"Do we now?" George asked.

He gave me a single look and I instantly knew what he was going to do.

"You better not," I warned him as I started to stand up slowly and back away.

He ran at me quickly and I ran away from him.

"Get her, George!" Fred cheered.

"You better run Emily!" Harry laughed as he shook some of the water out of his hair.

Then I found myself cornered and I turned to face him. I laughed and backed away from him as he blocked me in.

"I'm going to kill you Weasley," I laughed.

"Don't be like that," he smiled. "I just wanted a big hug."

He threw his arms around me and I felt the cold water hit my skin instantly. He picked me up off the ground and spun me around.

"George - you're freezing!" I laughed. "Get off of me!"

"If you insist," George laughed as he backed away.

I looked down and I saw that my pajamas were completely drenched. I guess that it was lucky chance that I wasn't wearing light colors...

I swatted him in the arm and laughed as I sat back down on the couch.

"I'm going to get you for that," I warned.

"I can't wait,"'George laughed.

Everyone else was already talking amongst themselves. Ron was talking about how much he was looking forward to the Gryffindor and Slytherin game that was coming up. Apparently, our team was really good this year.

"I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face when-HEY!" Ron yelled.

I looked over and I saw Hermione's cat lunging towards Ron. Hermione started to panic, but suddenly Scabbers ran out of Ron's pocket and across the room. Crookshanks was chasing closely after it.

"GET THAT CAT!" Ron yelled as he chased after them.

Everyone jumped for the cat, but it still chased after Scabbers. Right when it went to pounce on the rat, Hermione managed to grab the cat and pull him away.

"You need to do something about that bloody cat," Ron yelled. "He's gonna kill Scabbers!"

"Ron, he's a cat!" Hermione yelled back. "It's in his nature to chase after rats!"

"There's just something weird about that cat," Ron said eying it carefully. "And I don't want it near Scabbers! Just look at him - he's skin and bones!"

"Didn't he say that he hated the rat anyway?" I asked Fred and George.

"What's there to like about it?" Fred asked. "Ron's just being a prick."

"Ron is always a prick," George said.

Thank for reading! I hope that you liked it and please tell me what you think. I really am sorry that I can't write as often as I usually do, I hope that you all can understand.

By the way, I am so confused on what I am doing with the whole godfather situation. A lot of people mentioned that they liked the idea of Lupin being the godfather, which I can understand, and a few people that really want Snape to be the godfather. Just so you all know, I have a lot of things that I would love to do with future chapters, but these things could only happen if Sirius is Emily's godfather. Actually, it mostly had to do with the fifth book. So, tell me what you think and I want a detailed description on why you think that person should be the person I choose. I ask that you please don't be angry with my final decision - I do plan on having Emily maintain a close relationship with all three of the people mentioned.

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