Chapter 3
The next morning after breakfast, she was confronted by Draco, as she was heading towards the first class of the day, which happened to be Potions. They were both wearing their school uniforms. Much to Rose's discomfort.
"What can I do for you?" Rose asked.
"Thanks to you I've gotten three detentions in a row," Draco sneered.
"How is my fault that you tried to pick a fight with a fellow year mate?" Rose asked as she put her right hand on her hip and her other hand around the strap of her book bag. Her wings stuck out in the back of her uniform.
"When my father hears about this…" Draco started.
"What is he going to do about it?" Rose asked, "Is he a professor here?"
"No," Draco replied gritting his teeth, "But he's on the school board!"
Rose sighed and replied, "The school board can't change the punishment unless the said student is violating some rule or some law. Especially if it's a family member, if they want to keep their spot that on the school board."
"But…" Draco started as he tried to rebuttal the comment but Rose waved her hand and duck tape appeared over his lips again and Draco tried in vein to remove the tape.
"I don't have time to argue with a boy who uses more hair care products than a teenaged girl," Rose stated before going on her merry way.
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In Potions class, Ravenclaw and Slytherin students, sat in seats next to their house mates, Ravenclaw students on the East side of the room, Slytherin on the West. The Ravenclaw students were reading ahead in their assigned texts, while the Slytherin students just sat there waiting for the Professor, the exception was Malfoy, who is still trying to the tape off of his mouth, without much success, even with magic and his two muscle bound goons, Crabbe and Goyle, to help him.
Just then a greasy black haired man walked, who looked like he was in his mid-to-late-30's. During the roll call, he said, "Rose Potter, our new-celebrity."
Draco and his two 'friends' sniggered behind their hand, Rose ignored the immaturity as she continued paying attention to the man.
After he finished the roll, he summarised the class by stating, "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making." He spoke with a hint of disdain in his voice, like he had better places to be. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic, I personally don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly shimmering fumes, that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death-if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads a usually have to teach."
Silence followed this little speech. Rose managed to use a little bit of magic to keep up with writing down his little, for a lack of better term, speech.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked suddenly.
"The Draught of Living Death," Rose replied, completely unphased and a bit bored. "A powerful sleeping potion.
Snape growled and asked another question, "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"Since we're in school, I would say where you'd keep the potion ingredients," Rose replied with a hint of amusement and Snape was clearly not amused, "But I expect you want me to tell you where it is from and that is from the stomach of a goat, sir, and a key ingredient to many antidotes to poisons."
"Sarcasm does not become you," Snape replied, "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"They are the same thing, the only difference is the name," Rose replied, "and it also goes by the aconite, sir."
"Why aren't you all writing this down?" Snape sneered and students quickly rummaging through their bags for scrolls could be heard, "Three points from Ravenclaw for reading ahead."
"Sir I didn't read ahead," Rose stated, "I learned this in my second year at Alfea Academy for Fairies."
"That school is a myth, a children's bedtime story, nothing more," Snape sneered at her.
"So is fairies," Rose replied back as she flapped her wings for effect, "And here I am."
"5 more points from Ravenclaw for talking back to a teacher!"
The rest of the class did not go much better and by the end of Snape's class, Ravenclaw was down 32 more points and Slytherin was up an equal number of points.
"Why was Snape so horrible to you?" Hermione asked after they left the classroom. "And you're lucky that you don't have detention from him.
"According to my mother's diary, it is probably because my father bullied him when they were students here," Rose replied as she put a finger on her right cheek and her thumb underneath her chin as she thought about it, "Or maybe the fact that he married my mother, the girl he had a crush on before their first year. Maybe he thanks I take more after my dad than of my mum."
"That's not right," Hermione replied as she was flabbergasted at the response.
"True," Rose agreed, "But I can't change his opinion of me overnight."
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It has been nearly two months since the first years got to Hogwarts and it was finally the day of All Hallows Eve, or more commonly known as Halloween. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were in charms together and Ron and Hermione were paired together, Rose and Neville are paired together, and Neville couldn't stop blushing as he was sitting eye level with Rose's large bust.
They were practicing the levitation charm. Rose was watching Neville as he attempted the levitating charm on his own.
"Wingardiam Levisha," Neville tried to cast the correct spell but mispronounced it. As a result the feather turned into a origami dragon that breathed actual fire, which burned Neville's eyebrows before burning itself up as a result of it breathing fire from a stray spark before it turned itself to ash.
"Umm, Professor, I think we need another feather over here," Rose stated more than asked.
Flitwick sighed as he asked as he turned towards them, "He set it on fire again, didn't he?"
"Dragon and fire," came Rose's reply.
"If you don't mind Rose," Flitwick asked.
With a sigh and a snap of her fingers the damaged done by the transfigured dragon was undone, minus Neville's eyebrows, and the mess it was caused was undone. Neville coughed up some sutt.
With the mess cleaned up the size challenged professor managed to give the pair a new feather and said to the class, "Let that be a lesson to all of you, pronunciation of a spell is very important. The wrong word or pronunciation can give you a very different spell then you originally intended. Sometimes with disastrous results to you or the people around you."
The professor turned his attention to Rose and said, "Rose, you are among my top five first year students and I want you to be Neville's personal tutor for the next few days, for extra credit."
"Yes Professor," Rose responded.
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After class Ron was talking loudly to one of his friends that he managed to make, "She's a nightmare I tell you! No wonder that mudblood Granger has no friends! OW!"
Rose slapped him in the back of the head and said to him in a stern voice, "That is no way to talk to another person Ronald."
"So? She is just a mudblood!" came the boys reply.
Rose pinched the bridge of her nose and snapped her fingers with her other hand and a bar of soap appeared in Ron's mouth and it started cleaning Ron's mouth by itself and spuds could be coming out of mouth. Ron gagged on the soap and tried to remove it by using both hands to no prevail. In fact the soap seemed more and more determined to clean out the foul mouthed red head mouth as he continued to struggle.
"What is going on here," Professor Flitwick exclaimed as he came out of the classroom as he heard the commotion going on.
"Sorry Professor," Rose responded as she pointed to Ronald, "His exact words for Hermione is that 'She is just a mudblood.'"
"Ten points from Ravenclaw and detention with me, Ms. Potter," Flitwick said as he undid Rose's spell, and Ronald started cleaning his mouth, "Twenty from Gryffindor as well."
"What? Why!" Came Rons' surprise reaction.
"For insisting that those from non-magical families are inferior and using that foul word," came the reply.
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During dinner that night Rose was getting worried as she had not seen Hermione since Ron insulted her.
"Padma do you know where Hermione is?" Rose asked.
"I heard from the prefects that she has been crying in the 2nd floor girls bathroom on the east side," Padma replied. "The prefects couldn't cox her out of there."
Before the conversation could continue Quirrell came charging into the Great Hall and exclaimed, "Troll! Troll in the dungeon! I thought you might want to know." With that the turban wearing Professor fainted.
The students started panicking as they started shouting.
"QUIET!" Headmaster Dumbledore cried over the students and the students obeyed, with the younger years had scared looks on their face, "The Prefects will take your houses to your Houses. Slytherin will go to the Library as their House is in the Dungeons."
The students followed their house prefects to their assigned locations unaware of a winged student giving them the slip.
Rose started flying as fast as she could inside the castle and as she approached the bathroom Hermione was crying in.
She landed right in front of the door and quickly entered the bathroom, "Hermione!"
Rose heard sniffling from one of the stalls and a voice saying, "Go away."
Rose went to the stall where she heard the voice and said, "Hermione we have to go!"
"Rose go away," Hermione continued to sob, "Nobody wants to be friends with a 'know-it-all'."
"That's not true Hermione and can we have this conversation back in our room," Rose asked in a hurried voice.
"Why, because you are ashamed of being friends with me?" Hermione asked in between sobs.
Before Rose could respond an extremely foul odor filled her nostrils and she knew that smell. She then turned towards the smell and she turned to see a troll entering the door that she forgot to close and with a snap of her fingers and thick vines popped out of both the walls and floors to block the troll from entering the door even more but it would not hold long as the surfaces they were connected to quickly showed cracks in them as the troll continued its push into the bathroom.
Hermione finally opened the stall door and looked at what was going on and she screamed, "How did a troll get in here!"
"That what I was trying to tell you," Rose replied as she snapped her fingers again and this time the vines came out of the walls that weren't cracked. "And I am doing everything I can!"
"Why not use magic against it!" Hermione shouted.
"Trolls are notorious thick skinned! They are immune to direct magics!" Rose replied as the troll snapped off some of the vines and Rose trying to replace them as fast as the troll was breaking them.
The troll finally managed to break the last of the vines and managed to enter the room, while swinging its equally massive club, but before it could do anything the damage done to the walls and floors crumbled around it causing the troll fall through to the floor below as well as the various debris.
Thinking quickly Rose grabbed Hermione as the floor crumbled beneath them and she flew them through what was once the entrance to the bathroom.
As they flew through, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape, and Dumbledore came around the corner.
Rose gently put Hermione down and she landed as they looked down through the hole and the professors came up.
"Why are you two in your Houses," the Deputy Headmistress asked in a stern voice.
"Ummm," Came Rose's replied while pointing threw what once the girls bathroom entrance.
"I probably can explain," Flitwick answered for them, "A Mr. Ronald Weasley insulted Ms. Granger and she has been in the girls bathroom ever since. Am I right?"
Hermione nodded.
"Where is the troll," Snape sneered.
"Through here and a floor below us," Came Rose's reply as she pointed through the hole in the wall.
"They're not lying," Came Flitwick with amusement in his voice.
Dumbledore and McGonagall also looked through and the Deputy Headmistress as they saw an unconscious troll that was partially buried on the floor below and Gryffindors Head then looked back at the two first years.
"I think I should award you fifteen points for taking down a fully grown mountain troll," McGonagall stated. "I'm also taking five points for damaging school property."
"Now you two hurry back to your house," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in house, "And I hope this doesn't become a habit."
"We'll try Headmaster," Rose replied.
To Be Continued…