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Chapter 10

The three of us walk, still hand in hand all the way to the dungeons, to the potions classroom.

Even after a long walk from the other side of the castle Blaise still looks ready to blow, he looked that mad.

"Blaise please calm down, she's not worth it." I just grip his hand tighter, not knowing exactly what to say to him.

He grips my hand tight enough it starts to hurt, but I ignore it. "She was insulting you! I couldn't let her do that especially in front of the entire school."

I let go of Draco's hand and wrap my arms around Blaise. "I don't care what she says about me, it doesn't matter and I'm not going to let it get to me. She isn't worth the energy. In less than a year I will never have to see her again."

His arms are around me, his head laying on mine. "How does any of this not bother you?"

"I never said it didn't bother me. I just won't let it get past skin deep. I won't let it upset me anymore."

I pull away slightly so that I can look him in the eyes. "A year ago I would have been chomping at the bit to have a go at her, to prove how she is wrong, but now after everything I find it's not worth the effort. It would just go in one ear and out the other. No doubt there would be a punishment for me as well. I have come to terms with the fact that the magical society looks down on people like me. I might not like it, but right now there is nothing I can do to change it. All I can do right now is do my best to prove them wrong. Society believes that because I do not come from a magical family that I do not belong in this world. I intend to prove them wrong. Even after two wars and thousands of people, wizards and witches killed, the magical society still won't change."

We just stand there in the corridor waiting for Professor Snape to come and unlock the door. All of us silent, thinking over what had already happened today.

A little while later Professor Snape comes down the corridor, his robes billowing like always. Padma not far behind him.

He unlocks the door with a flick of his wand and enters, the four of us follow him in.

Not knowing how he wants us seated this year due to the fact that there are only four students in this class we remain standing and await instruction.

Professor Snape is at the front of the room, a cauldron already warming over a small flame.

"Today you four will be making a calming draught. Acceptable potions will be taken to the Hospital Wing to be used when needed."

The four of us separate and each go to our own work table and begin to gather everything we will need.

Even though this should be the first time that we are brewing this potion, I have made too many batches to count in the last few months. The potion became a necessity during the final few months of the war.

With the effect of this potion it is no surprise that it is in high demand after everything. There are many that don't seem to realize just because the physical wounds have healed does not mean everything has. I've learned through personal experience that emotional and mental wounds take much longer to heal than the physical counterparts.

All of us brew in silence, only the noise from the bubbling potions and the chopping and cutting of ingredients can be heard. With the occasional sound of a page turning as someone references the text book.

We all seem to know how important these potions are. Despite the simplicity of the potion itself.