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Chapter 7
At the Great Hall, Harriet sat on the Hufflepuff table, taking her time to drink the potions that would get rid of her headache and pain. A few seconds. It was all she needed for her to feel, warmth and a cold sensation on her forehead. Harriet moaned softly at the alleviation of her anguish. The scar still felt sore, but it was nothing more than that. Harriet smiled as she ate her breakfast with nothing but joy. Next to her, Hannah and Susan sat watching her with worry, hoping their friend felt better.
Harriet told them a day prior how, after the welcoming ceremony, how much in pain she was. A migraine-like no other. So Harriet's situation worried both Susan and Hannah. They woke up, and she wasn't there. However, it was not entirely strange. Both badger girls knew how much of an early bird Harriet was and with that in mind, they waited for her in the Hufflepuff common room. After arriving, Harriet told them what occurred. It mortified Susan and Hannah.
Susan felt the famous Bone rage and was about to call her aunt if needed. Hannah felt disgusted by the idea of someone poking holes in the mind of others. Whatever it was, Harriet told both of them they should know someone uses Legilimency against students. Girls, be careful around professor Snape and Dumbledore. Don't look at them in the eyes at all cost. That was what Harriet told them before going to the Great Hall.
"Harriet, how are you feeling now?" Susan asked.
Harriet sighed as she enjoyed the flavor of her breakfast. "Yes, thanks to the potions from Madam Pomfrey, I feel great." She said.
"What about, you know? The whole illegal thing," Hanna said.
"Mm, I just wrote to my parents. It would be a matter of time before they arrive. What would happen next? That, I do not know," Harriet said.
"You should be in bed, not here. What if something happens to you while in class?" Hannah said in a worried yet stern voice.
The sudden change of voice from Hannah amused Harriet as she smiled at the dirty blond-haired girl with shiny blue eyes and a bobbed haircut. "I apologize, mom." Harriet said smirking.
Hannah huffed at the teasing tone of Harriet, yet she couldn't help herself but smile. "Just be careful," Hannah said.
"I will, Hannah, don't worry about me. Besides, it's only for today. My parents will arrive and take me to St Mungo's and see what it's going on up there. And that's all."
Both Susan and Hannah stared at each other and with one sigh, they realized how futile would be to keep arguing. They understood better than anyone how dear Harriet's mind worked. Sometimes they had problems following her. They trusted Harriet with knowing how to take care of herself. Hopefully, there won't be any surprise today. But then again, that was a wishful thought of both of them.
"If you say so," Susan said.
"Don't worry, it would be a normal day."
While they were talking about it, entering the Great Hall. A pink-haired girl sighed at the sight of Harriet. Dora has just sent a letter to her mother, just in case something happened. Dora has been always someone who worried a great deal for Harriet. How could she not? Dora has known her since she was practically a baby. She cared a great deal for her. A part of Dora believed it was a type of sisterly bond of sorts. Another part of her wanted to protect Harriet and care for her. A sensation of love and devotion that Dora couldn't explain.
Harriet simply had this aura around her. A strange pull to her. A person just wanted to be by her side. You couldn't say no to Harriet. Why? Hard to say, but Dora thought it was because Harriet was special. Dora was sure of it, and she wanted to be next to that special person. It makes her happy.
That's why Dora approached Harriet and hugged her from behind, making Harriet jump slightly but calmed down after realizing who she was.
"Hey, Harriet, don't forget about your potions."
Dora said as she put her hand over Harriet's head, slowly caressing her hair. A sensation Harriet rather liked. Dora looked different while using her Hufflepuff clothes. There was a sense of pride showing the Badger symbol to everyone. As so was the rest of any house. And adding how Dora would use her Metamorphmagus abilities to change her size and hair color and style. Harriet wondered why Dora bothered to look so different from the rest. What about her normal hair color? What is so bad? Harriet thought.
I guess next time I see, aunt Andi, I will ask her about it. Dora never wants to answer that. Mm, well, I like her wild style. She looks neat. Harriet thought.
Harriet smiled at the third-year student. "I already drink it, my dear Nymphadora. You don't have to worry about me at all." Harriet said.
The rest of the Hufflepuff house, including Cedric, stared at the pink-haired girl with dread. As everyone knew, how much she hated her name. Older students suffered at the hands of the girl with pink hair. Since Dora may be lazy, and not the best at potions or whatever. But she was a natural duelist. One of the best at that young age. However, instead of her getting furious at some using her actual name or something like that. The pink-haired girl only sighed as she kept on patting Harriet's head. Everyone was shocked to see such a thing. No screaming? No threats? It was so strange to see the girl so done with it.
"Harriet, please… Don't call me like that," Dora said with a pleading voice.
"Alright, sorry I forgot about it," Harriet said, smirking.
"No, you don't," Hannah, Susan, and Dora said.
"Would you forgive me, Dora?" Harriet said as she stared up directly into Dora's eyes.
The Metamorphmagus groaned at the sight of such a cute girl. Those big green eyes, the big red lips. Those round, kissable cheeks. It's truly not fair. Harriet Potter, cuteness was too much for Dora. How can someone be so bloody cute?! It's not fair! She can do whatever she wants with that face! Dora thought with dread.
She is a devil in disguise! Dora thought as she held Harriet close.
"Of course, I forgive you! You cute little badger! You can call me whatever you want!" Dora said as she hugged Harriet, bringing her close to her chest while kissing her cheeks. The Girl-Who-Lived smile triumphantly, knowing full well she was the only one who would get away with calling her Nymphadora with no repercussion.
No one can't say no to me! My cuteness power it's beyond mortal beings! Harriet thought happily with a sense of arrogance and pride.
The rest of the house stared in incredulity at the sight before them. Truly, being cute it's dangerous! They all thought as Dora kept Harriet close to her.
At the Gryffindor table, Neville rolled his eyes but smiled at what was happening in the Hufflepuff table. A boy next to him, Dean Thomas, couldn't comprehend what was taking place there.
"What is going on there?" The boy asked.
"Just Harriet, using her magic powers on poor people. That's all."
"I don't understand," Dean said.
"It's… just a Harriet thing," Neville said.
No one understood what he meant, but decided to just shrug off.
After saying her goodbyes to Dora, the rest of the first years went on with their day. The first class of the day of the year was with Minerva McGonagall. The stern old witch glared at each of the students in her cat form. Harriet smirked at the professor, since Harriet knew it was her. Her parents had told her all about it. The many pranks they did to her, and of course, she would not enrage the stern witch with a silly prank. But she nodded at her. Something McGonagall in her cat form noticed.
Each of the students sat down. Harriet saw an empty chair before professor McGonagall but before she was about to sit. A bushy-haired girl arrived first. Practically throwing her books at the chair, Harriet got confused at the girl, since she was smirking.
"Sorry, but I saw it first," the girl said in a condescending tone.
"Ah, I see…" Harriet said, bewildered by the bushy girl's attitude.
"What is her bloody problem?" Daphne hissed a few seats behind.
"Daphne, put your wand away!" Tracey said, earning a groan from Harriet.
Deciding to not start a fight with a young girl, Harriet sat down in the next chair. She did, however, noticed the grin of the girl with bushy hair. What a strange girl. Harriet thought.
After a few long minutes, all the kids followed the instructions left on the blackboard in front of them.
Write in few words what you think Transfiguration is.
For many years, Harriet's father, James, spoke to her about the wonderful world of Transfiguration. Every detail she could think of came from him and his teaching. Yet she was someone who always wanted to know more. Harriet has read countless books about the topic, and she has barely scratched the entirety of it.
Harriet knew Gamp's Law and The Principal Theories of Transformation like the back of her hand. Still, it was a complicated subject that Harriet had some problems understanding. Not that she felt bad about such a thing. Even old wizards and witches who spend all their life experimenting and pushing the boundaries of Transfiguration could only theorize about the limits of it. Harriet wondered if there was a correlation between Transfiguration and The Law of Conservation of Matter. Perhaps Physics or chemistry might answer some of her questions. But then again, she was not a scientist, and it would take a long time before she could find anything of value. But it was something to think about. The possibilities were endless with this type of magic. It may not be Yggdrasil's level of power, but it was something you could experiment with it. There were no limits to what could you do here.
And Harriet loved experimenting.
So with that in mind, Harriet wrote a brief essay about it.
However, the sudden opening of the classroom door interrupted Harriet's thoughts. Everyone saw a red-haired boy and a small nose and chubby face. They looked out of breath and seemed lost. Both were Gryffindor for what Harriet could see.
"Bloody hell, why would they have classes in such a room?! It took ages to find it!" The red-haired boy said.
"Yeah, what class are in any way?" The other boy asked.
"Who knows, but can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" the red-haired boy said.
Harriet glance at the desk where professor McGonagall was glaring at both students. Harriet has never seen a cat so angry before, so she couldn't be mad at both Gryffindor boys. It was an amusing sight with no doubt. Professor McGonagall jumped from the desk, changing form in midair and landing with elegance. I need to learn how to do that! Harriet thought, as she saw the stern professor staring at both students, who had both mouths wide open.
"That was bloody brilliant!" The red-haired boy said.
"Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Finnigan and yourself into a pocket watch? That way one of you might be on time."
"We got lost."
"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?"
Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration teacher, was not someone to be disrespected.
Harriet would be careful around her. Making a good first impression would be essential for her life here.
"Now, I believe it's time for everybody to tell me about what is Transfiguration. Who wants to be first?" McGonagall asked, and suddenly the bushy-haired girl raised her hand as if was a race.
"Alright, Miss Granger, care to explain to me what is Transfiguration?"
"Of course, professor!" She said as she stood up. Perhaps she wanted to be seen by everyone.
"Transfiguration is a branch of magic that focused on the alteration of the form or appearance of an object, via the alteration of the object's molecular structure," she said with a big smile of pride on her face.
"Good, Miss Granger, that would be five points to Gryffindor."
Hermione Granger smiled since they awarded her the first points of the house. Surely, it would be enough for people to look at her in awe. Hermione then gave a slight glance at her side, where the Girl-Who-Lived was sitting. There she was, the girl she has read all about. There was a sense of pride emanating from Hermione since she wanted to prove how good of a witch she was. That she could also be strong and brave. Hermione also wanted to impress the girl with green eyes. However, Hermione did not know what she was doing. For the other kids, she was looking like nothing but a rude bookworm. Not that Hermione knew it, for now.
Still, Hermione saw how Harriet Potter was ignoring her. The girl with green eyes seemed deep in thought, writing on the sheet of paper. Hermione gasped at the length of the lines. It was far more of what she has written herself. Not only that, but the letters and orthography were at a higher level than her own.
"Now, who can tell me the limits of Transfiguration?"
Hermione once again raised her hand again and without wasting time, she spoke. Much to the disappointment of McGonagall, who was going to ask other students.
"The are five limitations, set in Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration."
Professor McGonagall wanted to stop her, but Hermione suddenly felt a rush and kept on talking without listening to what the professor was about to say.
"They serve as limiters to set the boundaries in Conjuration, summoning and multiplication. For example, it's impossible to transform any item into pure gold. As well, other minerals of high density like diamond, sapphire or other minerals. And even if you could, it would never last. It's also incredible difficult to transfigure something big. Even the most skilled at transfiguration would find it difficult to maintain," Hermione said with a hasty voice, not caring about the reaction of her sudden rush of information. The rest of the students, however, stared at her as if she was the strange kid. Hermione sat down quickly, feeling embarrassed for a moment. Yet, Hermione felt right, since she could answer what the professor asked of her. That's why she held a small smirk on her. There was no doubt it would please the professor and the girl with green eyes. Hermione was smart, and with her genius-like mind. Nothing would stop her from becoming the Girl-Who-Lived friend. Yet she heard nothing like that. There was silence, and only that. Not the best reaction, she hoped.
"Miss Granger, while I appreciate a student participation. I do not, however, like to be ignored. I did not give you permission to respond. There are many other students here besides you. It's only fair for everyone to have a chance to answer."
Hearing the stern voice of the professor and a few snickers coming from behind her, Hermione only nodded, feeling embarrassed.
"Sorry, professor McGonagall."
"Can anyone add more, from what Miss Granger has said?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Harriet looked around first, and when she saw no one was going to speak. She decided it would be a great opportunity to get on good terms with the cat professor. Slowly, she raised her hand and such action brought a tiny smile from McGonagall.
"Miss Potter, please go ahead."
"I believe that the five limitations in Transfiguration, are mostly boundaries set by theories and what is know about magic in this area."
Professor McGonagall frowned at the statement. "What you say that?" She asked, intrigued.
"Of course, what I mean with that, professor, is that the five limitations of transfiguration. Size, molecule, summoning, multiplication and mass. They are all set by the limits of the caster's own magic and the composition of the object. For example, gold, which is a high density mineral, with a unique mass and molecule composition, cannot be transfigure it out of nothing. You can't multiply gold since it would evaporate in a few hours. And it's incredibly easy to discover fake gold. Gringotts has many ways to ensure the gold it's hundred percent real. However, you can make fake gold last even weeks pushing limits of what is known as the limiter of summoning. Leprechaun gold it's a clear example of it. There has been evidence of fake magic gold lasting even a year, " Harriet said. The girl took a second before continuing. The bushy girl looked as if she was going to pass out for an odd reason. Strange girl, that bushy girl is, Harriet thought.
"Then there is food. We can pretty much do a great lot of things with food. Like an apple or an orange. Sometimes even simple things like sandwiches. The flavor may not be the best, but it's possible to multiple apples, or enlarged them. We can summon them if we know where they are. But we can't do it with minerals as dense as gold."
"However, it's proven we could push the limits more and, as you may say, break the rules of transfiguration. The example I can give you. It's the Philosopher's stone. A stone capable of turning any metal into pure gold."
Harriet didn't saw the reaction of McGonagall, who was hidding worry behind her eyes. None of the students knew, that the Philosopher's Stone, was currently at Hogwarts.
"I must add that at a chemical level it should be impossible to do such a thing. But like the renowned alchemist, Paracelsus once said. Alchemy, it's the gateway to the creation of the technically impossible and to the highly improbable. So with that in mid. I believe it is possible to push the limits more."
Harriet said, feeling confident with her statement. Truly, the reason she knew so much about the topic at hand was because of how interesting it was. There was so much she could do around it, and the unknown intrigued her. If only she could experiment more. If there was a place for Harriet to learn more about this world of magic and how she could create her own magic and spells.
"You seem to take the route of an Alchemy master, regarding the limits known to Transfiguration, Miss Potter."
"With the evidence in the table, yes, I do. We should always try to discover more of what we know and explore the probabilities of what we consider being impossible."
"That's a quote from Libatius Borage," McGonagall said.
"Yes, he is one of my favorite Potioneers in recent history. The book he wrote about The Theory of Numerology and Magic. It's one of my favorite books of his."
Professor McGonagall stared in disbelief at the young girl with green eyes. Perhaps the reason for her surprise was the level of knowledge Harriet held. Or that she knew about what the stone was.
"You're reading advance work, Miss Potter," McGonagall said.
McGonagall then smiled at the girl, feeling confident that she would be an excellent student. "Five points to Hufflepuff."
"Thank you, Professor."
Harriet smiled at her statement, not knowing how a certain bushy girl was looking at her.
The Girl-Who-Lived walked with the rest of the kids to the next class. She sighed, feeling rather happy so far. The headache problem seemed to vanish so far. And the day looked to just be one of those days where everything was right. Harriet watched how she was the center of the group of friends she has now. Never in her life, Harriet thought she would become the Popular Girl at school. This is really fine. I like this, truly I can't ask for more. Harriet thought as she showed her affection by smiling at them and allowing Daphne to hug her arm. Something the golden-haired girl loved.
"What class do we have now?" Hannah asked.
"Potions and then Defences Against the Dark Arts," Blaise said.
"Dora said, professor Snape is very strict," Susan said.
"He is scary," Tracey said.
"Scary? Please my dear, professor Snape is more than just scary. Bloody evil, that is what he is," Blaise said.
"How so?" Harriet asked as Daphne seemed in her own world, resting her head on her shoulder while they were walking.
"He is a Death Eater, Harriet. The only reason he did not face time in Azkaban was because of Dumbledore," Neville said.
"Ah, I remember hearing something like that," Harriet said.
Harriet would pay attention to the potion teacher, and not because of the class, but the danger he could be to her.
"Hey, Harriet!"
Everyone turned around and saw a red-haired boy approaching them. Well, he ignored most of them, all of them, and took her hand. Shaking it weirdly manner. The action of the boy was so sudden that it stunned Harriet. The girls looked irritated by the sudden way the red-haired boy took Harriet's hand, without asking her permission. Especially the way he was staring at her.
"Ah, who are you?" Harriet asked.
"Oh, my name is Ronald Weasley. We meet on the train," he said.
Harriet could swear it was not true. "I don't remember that," she said.
Some kids frowned at the lack of formality from Ronald Weasley. Even if the Weasley were not the richest or more influential family of the Wizarding World. They were still part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The red-haired boy should know how to present himself to them if he were to look for a friendly relationship. And he did the same thing while on the train. He was rude and arrogant. Not a good start.
"Ah, you were sleeping. Can I see you scar now?" He asked with an excited tone.
"No, you cannot," Harriet said, annoyed.
"But why not?! It's the famous scar that everyone wants to see! You should let me see it, please? Only a sneak peek."
Harriet would normally ignore kids' questioning, but she would lie if she was not getting angry at the belief she was some kind of exotic pet. Like she was something to people to gawk at. It was degrading. The same occurred the first time she went to Diagon Alley. Everyone wanted to look at her. To see the savior of the Wizarding World without caring if she wanted it or not. That's why it annoyed her.
"No, I already told you. Can you please let off my hand?"
Harriet got her hand back, but she saw the vexed and embarrassed look of the red-haired boy. Ron had an incredible crush on the Girl-Who-Lived. Not the only one. His little sister, Ginny, had a terrible crush on Harriet as well. Yet, for Ron, it was different. Harriet Potter was the girl who defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort. She was the next symbol of the Light. For him, she was the best thing ever. Ron often dreamed of the future for both of them together. Ron, like the rest of the Wizarding World, knew about the house titles at her name. The gold, recognition, and fame he could have by marrying Harriet brought joy to him.
"It's just a scar," Ron said.
"You don't have to hide it away. You're still the cutest girl in school."
Everyone stared mouth with their mouth open at what Ron just said. Harriet thought she was having hallucinations of sorts. There was no way an eleven-year-old boy just tried and fail miserably to flirt with her. The smug face of Ron felt wrong. Harriet didn't know if she should laugh or cry.
Ron smiled at the reaction he got from Harriet. All those Witch Weekly magazines he borrowed from Ginny had helped him understand how to flirt with women. There was no way he could fail. However, no one thought the same.
"He did not just say that," Blaise said in a scandalized tone.
"I think he just did," Neville said.
The rest of the girls weren't sure of what to do. The entire situation felt so bizarre. So out of place. But if Ron's cheese line stunned them. The next action sparked the fire in all of them. Taking advantage of Harriet's state of daze, Ron approached her and with his hand, he removed Harriet's white lock of hair. Exposing her scar to everyone.
"See no problem!"
Harriet furiously slapped Ron's hand from her hair. However, the other girls were angrier than her. The High society of the Wizarding World has many rules of behavior around ladies. One of them was touching an heiress without her consent while in public settings. Even the worst type of Purebloods would act accordingly. Even if they were someone like Draco Malfoy, who was watching the entire scene unfold with a big grin on his face.
"How dare you to touch her without her consent?!" Hannah said with an angry tone of voice.
"That's so rude!" Tracey said.
"That's incredible rude thing to do, mister Weasley," Blaise said.
"Ron, it's better for you to go now," Neville said with a serious voice.
Daphne and Susan looked more than just angry. They looked downright murderous. Harriet, as annoying as the red-haired kid was, was not about to fight him. She was irate, there was no doubt of that, however, she would not elevate the situation. A kid would do stupid things. Sometimes she had to remember, the age gap between herself and the rest. Harriet still would recommend him to not talk to her again.
"I would advise to never touch me again, Ronald Weasley. As someone who is part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families. You should know the protocols of behavior. I'm the heiress of both Noble and Most Ancient Houses of Potter and Black. You're neither an allied, or family member to act so freely with me. So please remember that."
A part of Harriet wanted to slap him hard in the face. Perhaps punch him. Sadly, it would make her look bad. Her grant-aunt Edda would be furious at her. If she didn't behave accordingly. Stupid kid, he is just another stupid kid. Harriet thought, displeased.
Ron stood there gawking at her. But before he could do or say anything. A voice emerged from behind them. The ice and serious voice brought a shiver to them.
"Well, what it's going on here?"
The voice of Severus Snape took them by surprise, as he glared at all of them with the famous sneer of his. A boy with blond hair brought Gryffindor's house a few steps down by making it look as if Ronald Weasley was starting a fight of sorts. He thought it would make him look good to the Girl-Who-Lived.
"Weasley touched, Potter without her consent and he was starting a fight," Malfoy said, smirking.
Harriet and the rest of her group stared at him, knowing full well his intentions. The green-eyed girl found it annoying how Malfoy was using this moment to create problems, but she hoped it would make Weasley the bad one, too. She was still angry at the boy. Both Weasley and Malfoy could kill each other for all she cared.
"What?! I did not do that!" Ron yelled.
"Raising your voice? That would be five points from Gryffindor," Snape said, earning the groans of the house of Lions.
"But I did nothing!" Ron exclaimed.
"Would you like me to take another five points, Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked with a nasty grin on his face.
Ron, using his small brain for once, remains silent. Snape smiled, but then his sight shifted to the girl with green eyes. Something Harriet felt. She avoided looking at him in the eyes. But keeping her head up. Snape knew what she was doing, and it annoyed him and impressed him too. But he had to still make sure nothing happened inside her head. Last night, her appearance took him by surprise. Snape would not lie and say he was not ashamed of his anger yesterday. How he took his fury on Lily's daughter and harmed her. Using Legilimency on such a young mind was wrong. Snape could have killed her.
Snape stopped the moment he felt the girl's strong mind walls. It was another surprise to see her mastery in Occlumency. It could be a good sign to know they prepared her for any intrusion. Even his. Yet there was something wrong. Yesterday, he could also feel how much his mark hurt. Then he noticed how Quirrell was glaring at the girl with hateful eyes. That was not how a professor should look at one student. Snape would monitor him. Since he knew, it was a Legilimency attack. And from what Dumbledore just told him a few minutes ago. The sudden Legilimency attacks left a scar on Harriet's mind. How bad it was? They didn't know for now.
Snape felt a knot in his stomach hearing that. However, he also suspected that Dumbledore tried to do something to the girl at the same time the Legilimency attack started. The old bastard is hiding something. Snape thought. The girl was mind assaulted by three people, and Snape dreaded what could happen if Lily found about it.
"Everyone in, now."
Snape ordered, not showing any of his inner turmoil on his face. The students were quick to follow his orders and sat down across the room.
"There would be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition… I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."
Alright, he may be a git so far, but he knows how to make a class sound interesting. Harriet thought, surprised by how the professor could move around with that long cape.
Severus then turned around to see the girl with green eyes. Again he could feel anger inside of him at the sight of the child of his worst enemy. That it was James Potter's daughter and not his. Still, he controlled his fury since there was no ground he could stand on after what he did to Lily's child. Then there was the whole thing about the impending coming of the Dark Lord. Severus had an act to keep if he ever found himself in a position of spy on him again. Something he truly did not want to do, but had no choice on the matter.
So with that in mind, he asked the girl some questions.
"Ah, Miss Potter, our new celebrity," Snape said.
Harriet let an internal groan, wondering what was everyone so annoying today.
"Miss Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harriet tilted her head at the sudden question. That was one of the big potions to make at the end of the potions book for beginners. Harriet then saw how the bushy girl raised her hand again as if she was having problems keeping herself down.
So, ignoring the bushy girl, Harriet responded to the question.
"Those are the ingredients of the Draught of the Living Dead, sir. A powerful sleeping potion," Harriet said.
Snape was surprised but kept his face stern. "Where do I find a Bezoar?" He asked.
"You can fin it in the stomach of a goat. It's a small stone that could save you from most potions when swallowed whole. And is also, a perfect ingredient for Wound Cleaning Potion when powdered. It helps to keep some ingredients together while increasing the effectiveness."
Such responses shocked Snape. It was he who discovered the use of the Bezoar in that potion. And only one more person knew about such a thing, and it was Lily. Did she teach her? Snape wondered.
"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?"
Harriet smiled at the question. "They are the same plant. It goes by the name of Aconite. My mother and I have a botanic garden with many of them. Soon they will spring."
"Do you now?" Snape asked, surprising all the students as his voice sounded calm and soft.
"Yes, we are careful around them, since they are highly toxic. But my mom knows the best," Harriet said.
I know she does, Snape thought lonely.
Snape stood up and with a flick of his hand, he wrote all of what Harriet said on the blackboard. "Well? What aren't you all copying this down?" he said.
"And that would be… 10 points to Hufflepuff for Miss Potter knowledge."
Harriet could not hide her surprise, as she was expecting to be in a horrible clash of egos. But it ended on being a rather peaceful and normal class. However, for the entire class, she could feel Snape glancing at her. There would be times which he would look at her in disdain and others with melancholy and guilt. Do you hate me or like me?! It's so annoying! Argh, stop looking at me with those Bipolar eyes! Harriet thought as she worked next to Neville.
"Eh, Harriet, it's something wrong?" Neville asked as he kept on cutting some of the strange ingredients.
"Ah, it's nothing, Neville. It's just a strange feeling of someone staring at me," Harriet said just loud enough for professor Snape to hear it.
"Well, it could be Daphne or Susan? Well, Tracey and Hannah seem rather annoyed. They are not good at potions."
"I'm talking about, professor Snape, Nev," Harriet said rolling her eyes.
"Oh, well yeah, that too."
"Mister Longbottom, I do hope you are not letting Miss Potter do all the work," Snape said, as he noticed both of them speaking early.
"Of course not, sir," Neville said respectfully.
"Mm, care to tell me what potion are we doing now?"
"The Cure for Boils, sir."
"And? What is the key ingredient of it?"
Neville got nervous, but he felt the hand of Harriet on his. He gave a brief glance at her and smiled.
"That would be the Horned Slugs and Ginger root, sir. The porcupine quills are used to lower the reaction of the Snake Fangs and the heat and the Pungous Onions is to add the nutrients and the usual pink smoke. We know the potion for."
Snape stood there with a stoic face, as he only turned his back at both of them. Neville sighed, feeling he could breathe again.
"Nice job, Neville!" Harriet whispered.
"It was the longer minute in my life. I didn't know how I did it."
"See I told you! You don't have to worry, you're smart, Neville. Don't let people intimidate you."
"Thank you, Harriet," Neville said smiling.
"That would be 5 points to Gryffindor," Snape said, surprising everyone.
Well, this guy it's perhaps one of the most confusing people I have ever met. Truly, what is he thinking? Harriet thought.
Amid everything, Harriet would do her best to not be the one creating problems. Maybe if it would only be today. Harriet hoped so, since it would be a pain in the ass to endure all of this for the rest of the year. As long as he keeps his eyes at bay and does nothing to anger me. I would ignore him, too. For now, I have more things to worry about. She thought. Nothing happened for the rest of the class. Well, some of the Slytherin, like Draco Malfoy and another boy by the name of Theodore Nott, tried to sabotage some potions of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. They failed miserably. However, it wasn't needed. Since two lions were doing it for them.
"You're doing it wrong! Cut the ingredients like the book says!" The bushy girl said.
"I'm cutting the bloody ingredients like it says! Let me alone, I know what I am doing!" Ron said.
"Well, it's not a good job! You need to listen to me. I know how to do it."
"It's fine! I got this!"
"I say leave it to me!"
The cauldron was spilling a strange, viscous liquid, and the smokes were spreading to the classroom. Harriet could compare the smell to the stench of a dead body left in the sun for weeks. An oddly specific smell, but one Harriet knew all too well.
"Ew! What is that?!"
"It's bloody disguting!"
"Out all of you!" Professor Snape said.
They all obeyed, and from the door, they saw professor Snape quickly opening a small window. One of the few in the classroom and threw away the cauldron with incredible speed and aim. Harriet thought it was perhaps a bit too much until she and the rest of the kids heard a powerful explosion outside the castle. Ah, yes. Mom told me about how dangerous it's potion-making. Harriet thought, embarrassed.
Professor Snape let his famous sneer as he waved his wand to clear the room of the toxic smoke. "You two must be very proud of what you have done today. Not only did you put in danger the rest of your classmates but created a toxic fog. Truly a wonderful achievement. This happens when you don't read the instructions carefully and spend the entire time arguing like a pair of buffoons!"
"10 points from Gryffindor."
"And I want three entire rows of parchment on my desk tomorrow about the dangers of Potion making."
The house of Lions groaned deeply and glared at the duo, who seemed disturbed and humiliated by what took place. Harriet felt horrible for Neville. He just got points for the house and now they were in negative numbers. "It's okay, Neville. You just need to get more points!" Harriet said, trying to make him feel better. But he could only grumble.
Then, out of nowhere, Harriet suddenly felt a horrendous pain in her scar. Like something was burning. She could feel sickness and fury. So much hatred. Harriet moaned softly. Great, this is what I need now. She thought.
Just one more class for today, and that would be all. Hopefully, nothing will happen. Harriet thought as she followed the rest of the students there.