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A/N:
As I've promised during this week you'll receive 2 chapters: this one you should more consider as sub-chapter.(or first and small part. second will be twice longer)
Actual Nevill's conversation with Draco Malfoy will be in the next one ( maximum, I plan to post it on Monday morning).
Thanks to all of my reviewers, I still hope yo'll like this one, too.
Friday morning started quite as usual for Severus Snape, the Potion Master of Hogwarts. He was sitting behind his desk in his study and grading yesterday's seventh year's Gryffindor-Slytherin essays on Veritaserum.
That was quite simple task : two feet of parchment on the correct usage of Veritaserum, but no…..Right now, he was stuck with particularly long four feet parchment, which contained graphical description of intravenous injection while using 'sodium 5-ethyl-6-oxo-5-pentan-
2-yl-2-sulfanyl-pyrimidin-4-olate'. He looked at the parchment's upper half to see who actually wrote it.
James, Mione. He put essay aside and took one of the folders from his table.
Name: James, Hermione Augusta
Alias: Lynx
Birth date: August 7th, 1979.
Sweet Merlin…..another know-it-all and another Hermione. What was it with this name really? The girl was completely insufferable. Why him? What have he done to have her as a headache until the end of the year. He lectured this class only for one full lesson yesterday, and she already seemed to drop his authority between the students and was trying to show her knowledge.
Flashback:
"Today, you will all start to make Veritaserum. Anybody can tell me, how long it will take to make it?"
He was looking around the class waiting for an answer. He could see by their faces that nobody except all of Commander Officers have not read new material. Mr. O'Brian was looking elsewhere but not at him, trying not to show his knowledge on the subject, Mr. Carter slowly slips down on his chair clearly not wanting to answer. Apparently, his intimidating skills still worked, but what you say about Hufflepuff? Muggle or wizard, boy was sorted right. Mr. McLean had not even showed up yet and was being late.
Severus looked at his left side. One hand was up in the air.
"Ms. James?"
"Actually, it takes precisely one month to brew, however if you referee to the Sodium Pentothal, then it makes much fast..."
He cut in "Thank you Ms. James that was all I have wanted to know."
Class door have opened and Mr. McLean stepped in.
"Professor."- he simply nodded with his head.
"Mr. McLean, how nice of you finally to join us. Sit down."
McLean strode through the row of desks and sat near Malfoy, who cringed his nose in disgust and sat a farther as possible from his 'fellow' student.
"Now, after today's lessons your potion must be in absolute black color. Through the month, if potion is brewed correct it should change its color. The potion must look like water, with no color and smell. Is that clear?
Although he was looking in another direction with his periphery sight, he saw a hand in the air.
Again.
Snape slowly started to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Ms. James?"
"Sir, actually I could disagree with you on the specific part of your statement."
"Which one Ms. James?
"Absolute black color. It does not exist. Absolutely black body the Imagined ideal surface capable completely to absorb falling on it electromagnetic radiation. Such surface simultaneously is an ideal source of the thermal radiation, full capacity and which spectrum depends only on temperature of a surface and are described Planck's by law. This is the basic of an Atom Physic. The sun - a powerful source of a radio emission. The solar crown radiates radiowaves as absolutely black body with temperature Т 106. Therefore, the Sun is the only object which we could actually call 'absolutely black', Sir."
"Ms. James, which lesson do you attend right now?"
"Potions, Sir."
"Correct. And NOT basics of muggle Physics. Please spare me your unuseful comments and…..anybody else thinks Ms. James here was right?"
Snape smirked evilly as he saw all the muggles putting their hands up in the air, even from Slytherin.
"Very well, ten points from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff for the disrespect towards teacher and basics of subject."
"But sir? Why haven't you taken points from Slytherin?"
What a nightmare. Snape thought that if she interrupts or adds him once again, he could simply blow up. He had not had this feeling for a long time.
"Ms. James, ten more points from Gryffindor for thinking over my authority. Now, you have exactly 40 minutes to get potion ready. Start right now, instructions are on the blackboard."
End of Flashback:
He did not read further about her parents now already knowing what to expect there.
He did not quite know what to expect from this. Both Potter and James jr. were somehow similar. Both arrogant prats, who were thinking themselves as a heroes. Like fathers, like sons. Ms. James was looking more like exception. Definitely too smart for that family, perhaps she was more like her mother. The more Snape was looking at Parker James, the more he saw his father. Unconsciously Potions Master touched his right shoulder, as he put folder away.
Not many people knew that his right shoulder and at least quarter of his chest were burned, and it was almost impossible to look at his skin. There wasn't known potion yet against the method he got his burn.
Paul was a Neuri. Severus knew this much, also he knew that only he could heal him again, looking as only Incendio's caster could eliminate consequences of the spell. Evans was the powerful one and somehow Snape doubted that he could willingly remove this curse.
He received this for his mistake to join the Dark Lord. After he told his Master that some muggle broke his wand and his nose in one occasion, Voldemort advised Severus to kill him, and then he could officially join him as a Death Eater.
Snape slowly stood up from his leather chair and prepared to leave his chambers for the breakfast. He should be very careful, sitting in the class with six emphatics could easily ruin his image. As Dumbledore said, he must control himself in front of Potter…..he didn't wanted to be burned again.
Harry walked in to the Great Hall and was greeted with a few whistles, which he could not quite understand.
All the muggles were looking and pointing at him, whispering something between themselves. Suddenly he felt someone clapping him at his shoulder .He turned around and saw apparently Alec, (if he remembered him right.)
"Congratulation, man. Nailing 'The Untouchable' Lynx James for the ball. I just wonder, why are you still alive?"
"What do you mean 'alive'?"
"Didn't Hawk gave you 'the talk' yet? If you'd just seen other blokes after this…"- he said smiling and walked away from Harry to his table.
Now Harry was clearly scared. Saying 'the Talk', he didn't meant the one with birds and bees? Dear Merlin, he hoped not.
Mione and Parker sat in the opposite side of table and weren't talking….again. She was reading morning newspaper and Parker glared at the Slytherin table smirking along. Harry looked where Parker was looking and saw Darien, which wasn't looking happy at the moment and if the look could kill, the way he looked at Harry, he would be sure dead right now.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood up a coughed a little to get attention from his students. Great Hall went silent.
"God Morning children. As you all already possibly know, but I will announce this once again. Hogwarts will hold the Halloween ball this year. Those with permission to attend are fifth years and above, however if you want to invite lover years as your partners, they will be allowed to come, too.
"Oh, before I forgot. Colonel asked me to tell you this: At the lunchtime all the technical personal as well as the pilots are awaited at the Quiditch pitch for the Test Flight.
Now, enjoy your breakfast and tuck in."
"Test Flight, pilots and technical personal?"- Harry wondered being confused a little.
"You mean you can fly?"- asked Ron, he was confused as well as Harry, only with addition that Harry knew about the things they were talking about, and Ron didn't understood a thing of it.
"I fly."- Alex raised his hand and now was trying to get the apple from the fruit bowl.
"On the broom? I don't understand."
"No, Ron. On the heli. I'm the pilot."
Ron looked at Harry once again waiting for explanation.
"Helicopter, Ron. Big flying iron machines."
"Actually,- Bianca cut in- you can go and watch if you'd like. I'm a technic."
"We will. It promises to be quite interesting."- assured Harry.
Parker and Red both stood up, and Red walked to the Head's table to Dumbledore and Parker apparently to the Infirmary. As soon as Red's place near Harry became vacant, Malfoy popped in and sat near him pushing something under his nose.
"Good Morning to you too Ferret."- said Harry, seeing now that it was mug with coffee in it.
"Whatever. I need a consultation Potter.- he frowned a little. "What the fuck is that?"
"That is something you will never understand Malfoy."
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