The first week had passed quickly and soon it was Friday, Severus quickly dressed in his usual outfit, and quickly sent an owl to Harry.
HP,
Whatever I say in class, ignore it.
- SS
That should do, Severus thought. Before he climbed up the stairs, with his robes billowing behind his back, for good measure, he gave a few glares or so. He entered the hall through a teacher side entrance and sat in his usual spot. He carefully took some food and spread some toast, before cutting it into tiny pieces and eating it. Severus watched as his coffee appeared; nothing but a good black coffee made a 'good' morning. "Good Morning." A cheerful, familiar voice 'sang'. And that was a way to ruin a 'good' morning.
"Morning." Carefully removing the 'good'. He quickly moved and swooped towards the side entrance, where he turned to go down back to his dungeon to prepare for his first class. His dungeon had pickled animals floating in glass jars around all of the walls. He carefully waited for the bell to ring and opened the door, allowing the students to come in. Severus started the class by taking the standard roll call.
"Brown, Lavender."
"Here." A high pitched voice spoke.
"Bulstrode, Millicent."
"Present."
"Coyle, Gregory."
"Here." Coyle grunted.
"Crabbe, Vincent."
"Here." Crabbe grunted as well.
"Davis, Tracey."
"Present."
"Finnigan, Seasmus."
"Here."
"Granger, Hermione."
"Here." An excited voice replied.
"Greengrass, Daphne."
"Present." A cold calm person spoke softly.
"Longbottem, Neville."
"Here." A timid voice squeaked.
"Malfoy, Draco."
"Here." Draco smirked arrogantly.
"Nott, Theodore."
"Here."
"Patil, Parvati."
"Present."
"Parkinson, Pansy."
"Here."
"Ah, Yes," Finally Harry, Severus thought, "Harry Potter. Our new – Celebrity." Draco and his 'minions' Crabbe and Goyle were miserably failing to hide their sniggers.
"Here."
"Thomas, Dean."
"Present."
"Weasley, Ronald."
"Here."
"Zabini, Blaise."
"Here."
After the long boring attendance, Severus started on his usual speech, which had a few words difference each year. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," Severus glanced softly at the expressions of his students, he had spoken in barely more than a whisper, but it seemed that the students had caught on. He quickly continued, "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 shimmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses..." Severus now looked softly towards Harry, "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death," Now this part, Severus looked suspiciously towards Crabbe, Goyle and a few others, "If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
Silence filled the air, a bushy-haired Gryffindor sat at the edge of her seat, and she looked like she wanted to prove she wasn't a 'dunderhead'. Severus ignored her silently. "Potter!" He said, breaking the silence. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Severus knew Harry would know, it was one of the first questions Harry had asked him.
"If you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood, you would make a very powerful sleeping potion, which is also known as the Draught of Living Death." Harry replied softly. Severus's lips curled into a fake sneer.
"If you think you're so clever, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Severus challenged softly, hoping in his heart Harry knew the answer
But it was a waste of hope as Harry answered, "You can find it in the stomach of a goat and probably in any potion masters' ingredient cupboard, it will save you from most poisons."
"So you have opened a book, Potter, let's see if you have read the whole book, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"The name sir, they are the same plant, which also goes by many names such as aconite."
"Why aren't any of you copying this down?"
Suddenly all the students reached for quills and parchment, Severus was laughing softly in his mind. Over the noise, he quickly said, "You will be in pairs and you will make a simple potion to cure boils," Severus waved his wand once and words appeared on the board, "The instructions are on the board."
Severus swooped around, he watched them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs. He carefully said negative replies to the Gryffindors and praised Slytherins, especially one Draco Malfoy. "Look at the perfect way Mr. Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs." A cloud of acid green smoke appeared, and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Longbottom had managed to ruin one of the easiest potions. The potion was sweeping across the floor, ruining people's shoes. All the students immediately stood on theirs stools. Whilst Longbottom was covered entirely with the potion, he was moaning in pain whilst red boils appeared all over him. "Idiot boy!" Severus snared, quickly waving his wand to clear the spilled potion "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
The only sound Longbottom made was whimpers.
"Take him up to the hospital wing," Severus spat at Finnigan, it was pretty disgusting, but he had a show on currently. He quickly turned towards Harry and Weasley who had been working next to Longbottom.
"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's a point you've lost for Gryffindor." Severus didn't mean it and hoped Harry knew that he didn't mean it either.
An hour later, Severus quickly said, "Bottle your potions, and leave. Potter, stay behind."
Severus heard Weasley muttering to Harry, "I'll wait for you mate." It was great to see Harry making friends even if it was Weasley, some of the Weasley was fine, he supposed.
"No need, go ahead, it's lunch." Severus heard his son whisper back to Weasley. He patiently waited until the class had left, he didn't have to wait for long, and it seemed like no one wanted to stay any longer in his presence.
"Are you alright, Harry? I really didn't mean it, by the way 16 points to Gryffindor, for answered questions and unreasonable takeaways I gave you."
"I'm fine, you told me this morning, but I'm starving, I want to go to eat lunch." His son's stomach growled softly.
"Go on." His son nodded softly, and ran out of the door which had silence wards on. The moment Harry disappeared; Severus had a rare smile on his face.
A/N: When I started writing this chapter which was on April fools day, I thought about putting this instead:
The days passed quickly, with history of course being the most boring, hardly anyone was awake, and so far Harry had enjoyed charms the most. Harry had learnt many things over the week, and one was to NEVER EVER pour cold, icy water on top of his dorm mates, and to NEVER EVER wake them up 8:45. But besides that everything was well, and this is the end to what if, thank you for your cooperation!
I'm joking by the way, what if hasn't ended yet!
Most of Chapter 11 was from HP and SS (Or HP and PS). It's the last week of easter hoildays, I'll try and update soon, no promises.
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