Hey guys! First I want to say (cover your ears) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER WHATSOEVER! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE QUEEN HERSELF! Whoo!
You might have heard that this series was taken down because of "copyright issues" something about song lyrics. But this time, I will not post any song lyrics whatsoever. Before, I had just now deleted all song lyrics from the chapters containing them. I will mention song names, but not song lyrics. Wish me luck guys as I try to post this series again.
The potion room, that was deep in the dark cold chambers, was not something Tess was looking forward to coming back to the minute she settled in. She was used to cold weather from New York, but the atmosphere of the room, made the class feel like they were in a freezing cave, probably because they were. Tess was chatting away with Ron who was her apparent lab partner when the teacher made his dramatic entrance.
"There will be no foolish wand waving." Professor Snape said. "Or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to understand the subtle science that is potion making, however for those...select few...who possess...the predisposition." Just by hearing the sound of his voice, Tess was intimidated. Like McGonagall, he had the ability to capture a person's attention with a quiet voice. But the way Snape did it was dark and mysterious. McGonagall's way had been strict, uptight and yet Tess had listened with an eagerness to learn. "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!" Hermione nudged Harry who looked up. Snape's eyes lifted and he took interest in Harry. "Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Tess' mouth dropped. "You've got to be kidding me." She whispered under her breath.
Harry shook his head while Hermione's hand still stood upright. "You don't know?" Snape asked. "Let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"
"I don't know sir." Harry admitted.
"So what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked, growing impatient.
"I don't know sir." Harry said. Tess wasn't stumped because in Primary School back in New York, they had covered the basics of potions, but she wasn't going to get in the way.
"Pity." Snape drawled. "Clearly fame isn't everything, is it Mr. Potter?"
"Clearly Hermione knows." Harry snapped. "Seems a pity not to ask her."
The class chuckled while Tess laughed at the comeback. She truly was impressed by Harry Potter. "I'm impressed Potter." She whispered. "Didn't think you had that in ya." Snape marched over and sat in front of Harry. "For your information Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from a stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant and go by the alternate name, aconite. Well...why aren't you all copying this down?" Immediately, the entire class got out their quills and pencils and started writing it down. "And Gryffindors. Note that 1 point will be taken from your house, for your classmate's cheek." The Slytherins all snickered while Tess was in shock but didn't interfere.
Things however, didn't improve for Gryffindor as the lesson continued. Everyone was lab partners as they were mixing a simple potion to cure boils. Snape went around criticizing everyone except Malfoy whom he seemed to like. All was going well-ish until Neville had somehow managed to melt his cauldron to a blob and got drenched in the potion. He began howling in pain as angry red boils sprung up his skin, even on his face. Tess without a second thought, rushed to Neville's aid and helped him get up. Whenever she saw someone in danger, Tess always rushed to help them.
"Idiot boy!" Snape snarled as he cleaned the potion with just one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" He took one look at Tess and pushed her aside. "Take him to the hospital wing." He told Seamus. He turned to Harry. "You-Potter- why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he would make you look good didn't you? That's another point you lost for Gryffindor."
Finally Tess couldn't take it. She had known Snape for barely a day and she already hated his very presence. "Really Professor? Picking favorites and scapegoats? I can see why you apparently don't have a wife."
All the students gasped at her. Snape was experiencing a flashback of a certain Gryffindor who along with his friends would humiliate him somewhat in the way Tess did.
"Come with me Miss Crosswell." Snape grabbed her arm and led her to this statue of a phoenix. "Acid pops." There was a stairway forming and the duo climbed on it and stood in front of a door. "Wait here." He went inside and for a few minutes, Tess wondered what she had done. She was simply defending her fellow classmates. The door opened and Tess rushed in. Gazing down at her was Professor Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore.
"Sit down." The head of her house told her.
"Now." Dumbledore said to her quietly. "Would you like to tell us why you are here Quintessa?"
"I may have been out of line when I said that Snape doesn't have a wife." Tess admitted
"And why did you do that?" McGonagall asked.
"Because he was behasseling Harry and Neville." Tess said. "I know, I know. It was wrong, disrespectful and rude. But he asked Harry questions of higher years like what made the Draught of the Living Dead and what was the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane." McGonagall looked at Snape with a flustered look. "And then in our lab Neville had an accident. First Snape pushes me aside and asks someone else to take him to the hospital wing."
"I didn't want a foreigner forgetting what she chose." Snape drawled. "This is not America."
"Severus." McGonagall said. "Let her continue."
"Thank you Professor." She said. "Then he blamed Harry and took another point from him because he thought that having Neville hurt would make him look good. So I stood up to him for Harry because I don't think it was fair for Snape to judge him like that."
"Severus." Dumbledore said. "What do you have to say?"
"She is simply putting things the way Americans would." Snape said. "America. Such a country full of sloppy, arrogant, lazy fools and we have an example sitting here."
Tess' blood boiled at this but she did her best to hold her tongue. "Is that what you called my mother when she was here?" Tess asked.
"Quintessa." Dumbledore said. "Your mother and father had a history with Professor Snape when they went to school here. And you're almost like Morgan. She too stood up to teachers, but like you she needed to understand...that there's always a consequence for breaking the rules. As much courage that took, it wasn't the right way to say it."
"So you like the way I stood up to a person." Tess began. "But you don't like the way I did it."
"Headmaster." Snape said. "It is my strong recommendation that this foreigner is hereby expelled and put back where she belongs."
"That would be unjust to a first year and an exchange student such as Tess." Dumbledore said. "However, it is for Professor McGonagall to determine the appropriate punishment since she is the head of Gryffindor House."
"I have an idea." Tess said. "I'll serve detention. Snape's detention. It's the least I can do to make it up to him."
"I like this compromise." McGonagall said. "2 weeks, starting today you will serve detention with Snape in the Potion room."
"Thank you." Tess said. "And Professor, I'm sorry."
"This is outrageous." Snape said following her. "Listen here girl. You may be from another country but don't expect any special treatment like your arrogant brat of a friend Potter is getting. I will not be merciful on you Quintessa Crosswell."
Tess didn't move an inch, but she was scared by him. But she wouldn't go down without getting up. She leaned in close and hissed at Snape, "Bring it on." She turned around and skipped to the stairwell and climbed down to the Great Hall where lunch was being held.