A/N: Check out my NEW fan fic! It's called: *drum roll* … Looking Back.
It's in the point of view of a much hated (maybe loved) character after
seventh year. I hope you like it!
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Dies Diem Docet
Chapter Nine: First Day – Potions.
None of the three friends really knew what to expect when they entered the dungeons, but it certainly wasn't what greeted them when they entered. All the jars containing 'interesting' things were gone from the shelves around the walls, and instead there were portraits, as well as potions ingredients. These changes made the dungeons seem less threatening and even slightly welcoming. Hermione, of course, immediately sat down, opened her textbook, and started to read. Harry was quite relieved to find that at least that was one thing that had not changed. For the school had changed over the holidays. Not just staff changes, but the classrooms seemed different, as if they had been re-decorated. He was just starting to think deeply about this, when Dumbledore walked in, and, naturally, everybody stood up.
"Welcome class!" Greeted Dumbledore. "Please, sit down." The class sat down and those who had not yet got their books from their bags quickly did so, while Hermione looked at them disapprovingly. "Well then," Dumbledore continued with the lesson, and Hermione quickly started to make notes, "as you may have noticed, I am not Professor Snape, (noises from the Slytherins) so therefore, some of you may enjoy this subject more. As you are all aware, you have got to take your OWLs this year, so I request concentration at all times."
Harry found it hard not to laugh when Ron, who, of course, was sat next to him, groaned slightly to loudly. Immediately Ron was shot another disapproving look from Hermione, while Dumbledore's eyed merely twinkled.
"Quite Mr. Weasley. Well, let us commence with the lesson. Today you will be working individually, instead of in the pairs you are usually used to. At the end of the lesson you will test the potion you have made on myself. Therefore, I would appreciate it if you got the potion correct. You may begin!"
Neville put his hand up, which was extremely unusual for him, especially in Potions. "Professor? What potion are we making?"
"An excellent question Mr. Longbottom. I believe we shall start at the beginning. As you can all see, the first potion in your book is the Swelling Solution. I know you have already learnt how to make it, but I believe you will find this is a slightly different method. While you make the potion, I shall make the antidote for myself."
The class began making the potion. Hermione, of course, worked away very quickly, and her potion was brewing while other people were only halfway through adding the ingredients. Harry wasn't actually concentrating entirely. He was remembering how, in their second year, when they had first made the potion, he had thrown a Filibuster Firework into Goyle's cauldron; creating a diversion so that Hermione could go and steal some ingredients for the polyjuice potion they were secretly brewing in Moaning Myrtle's toilet.
Neville was working nervously and slowly, double-checking that he had everything right before adding it. He did not particularly want to be responsible for poisoning Dumbledore. Professor Snape had completely succeeded in making Neville a nervous wreck when it came to potions, and his lack of confidence made him even more likely to make silly mistakes. He was currently asking Hermione to help him, but, instead of hissing him instructions as she had done in the past, she was refusing point blank. So, Neville continued slowly making his potion, and eventually all of the potions were brewing, while Dumbledore was completing his Deflating Draft, all the while humming the melody of a piece of chamber music for string quartet by Beethoven.
About twenty minutes before the end of the lesson, Dumbledore told the students to put some of their potion into a beaker, and he would call them up one by one to test their potion. By now, Neville was a very pleasant shade of white. Even Hermione looked slightly nervous. Harry realised that anybody who poisoned Dumbledore was likely to be in detention for life. Harry, as it turned out, was the first one called up. He could feel Malfoy's eyes bearing into him, hoping that he would get it wrong and be expelled. Fortunately for Harry, his potion was correct, and Dumbledore's nose grew to three times its normal size.
The second and third people to be called up were Hermione and Ron. Hermione's potion was, of course, perfect, causing Dumbledore to look like a slightly wider, greyer and taller version of Dudley. Ron's too, was very good, and he went bright red (almost matching his hair) when Dumbledore praised him for it and gave ten points to Gryffindor.
After Ron, it was Neville's turn. (A/N: *Evil glint in eyes*) He walked very slowly to the front of the class, while Malfoy did not attempt to hide his laughter. Ron was being held down by Hermione & Harry, as he was attempting to get to Malfoy in order to tip the remainder of his potion over him. Dumbledore took the potion. Suddenly, he had the biggest feet in the world, and everybody (apart from the Slytherins) cheered for Neville, while Dumbledore laughed and awarded twenty points to Gryffindor.
Lastly, Malfoy swaggered up to the front of the class. There was a look on his face that made Harry feel that there was something not quite right. Just as Dumbledore was about to take the potion, Harry shouted out, "Professor! No!" causing Dumbledore to pause. He made his way up to the front of the class and took it himself. Immediately, he knew there was something wrong. Not only did he feel strange, but also everybody was looking at him in horror. He looked down at his hands, but, instead of seeing his own hands, he saw the hands of an old man. Malfoy had made an ageing potion instead, which could have been fatal to Dumbledore. Fortunately, the potion wore off almost immediately, and his own hands returned. Dumbledore looked furious, and Harry saw Malfoy looking terrified.
"One hundred points off Slytherin Mr. Malfoy, and detention. You will report to my office with Mr. Potter this evening. Mr. Potter, what you just did was very stupid. I shall speak to you tonight. Class dismissed!"
With that, Dumbledore went into the Potions office, while the students made their way to their next lesson. For the Gryffindors, that was Defence Against The Dark Arts.
A/A/N: This chappy is for: ANYONE WHO REVIEWS IT!!!!!! (NB: Does NOT include other chappys!)
Disclaimer: JK owns it, I don't. OK?
Dies Diem Docet
Chapter Nine: First Day – Potions.
None of the three friends really knew what to expect when they entered the dungeons, but it certainly wasn't what greeted them when they entered. All the jars containing 'interesting' things were gone from the shelves around the walls, and instead there were portraits, as well as potions ingredients. These changes made the dungeons seem less threatening and even slightly welcoming. Hermione, of course, immediately sat down, opened her textbook, and started to read. Harry was quite relieved to find that at least that was one thing that had not changed. For the school had changed over the holidays. Not just staff changes, but the classrooms seemed different, as if they had been re-decorated. He was just starting to think deeply about this, when Dumbledore walked in, and, naturally, everybody stood up.
"Welcome class!" Greeted Dumbledore. "Please, sit down." The class sat down and those who had not yet got their books from their bags quickly did so, while Hermione looked at them disapprovingly. "Well then," Dumbledore continued with the lesson, and Hermione quickly started to make notes, "as you may have noticed, I am not Professor Snape, (noises from the Slytherins) so therefore, some of you may enjoy this subject more. As you are all aware, you have got to take your OWLs this year, so I request concentration at all times."
Harry found it hard not to laugh when Ron, who, of course, was sat next to him, groaned slightly to loudly. Immediately Ron was shot another disapproving look from Hermione, while Dumbledore's eyed merely twinkled.
"Quite Mr. Weasley. Well, let us commence with the lesson. Today you will be working individually, instead of in the pairs you are usually used to. At the end of the lesson you will test the potion you have made on myself. Therefore, I would appreciate it if you got the potion correct. You may begin!"
Neville put his hand up, which was extremely unusual for him, especially in Potions. "Professor? What potion are we making?"
"An excellent question Mr. Longbottom. I believe we shall start at the beginning. As you can all see, the first potion in your book is the Swelling Solution. I know you have already learnt how to make it, but I believe you will find this is a slightly different method. While you make the potion, I shall make the antidote for myself."
The class began making the potion. Hermione, of course, worked away very quickly, and her potion was brewing while other people were only halfway through adding the ingredients. Harry wasn't actually concentrating entirely. He was remembering how, in their second year, when they had first made the potion, he had thrown a Filibuster Firework into Goyle's cauldron; creating a diversion so that Hermione could go and steal some ingredients for the polyjuice potion they were secretly brewing in Moaning Myrtle's toilet.
Neville was working nervously and slowly, double-checking that he had everything right before adding it. He did not particularly want to be responsible for poisoning Dumbledore. Professor Snape had completely succeeded in making Neville a nervous wreck when it came to potions, and his lack of confidence made him even more likely to make silly mistakes. He was currently asking Hermione to help him, but, instead of hissing him instructions as she had done in the past, she was refusing point blank. So, Neville continued slowly making his potion, and eventually all of the potions were brewing, while Dumbledore was completing his Deflating Draft, all the while humming the melody of a piece of chamber music for string quartet by Beethoven.
About twenty minutes before the end of the lesson, Dumbledore told the students to put some of their potion into a beaker, and he would call them up one by one to test their potion. By now, Neville was a very pleasant shade of white. Even Hermione looked slightly nervous. Harry realised that anybody who poisoned Dumbledore was likely to be in detention for life. Harry, as it turned out, was the first one called up. He could feel Malfoy's eyes bearing into him, hoping that he would get it wrong and be expelled. Fortunately for Harry, his potion was correct, and Dumbledore's nose grew to three times its normal size.
The second and third people to be called up were Hermione and Ron. Hermione's potion was, of course, perfect, causing Dumbledore to look like a slightly wider, greyer and taller version of Dudley. Ron's too, was very good, and he went bright red (almost matching his hair) when Dumbledore praised him for it and gave ten points to Gryffindor.
After Ron, it was Neville's turn. (A/N: *Evil glint in eyes*) He walked very slowly to the front of the class, while Malfoy did not attempt to hide his laughter. Ron was being held down by Hermione & Harry, as he was attempting to get to Malfoy in order to tip the remainder of his potion over him. Dumbledore took the potion. Suddenly, he had the biggest feet in the world, and everybody (apart from the Slytherins) cheered for Neville, while Dumbledore laughed and awarded twenty points to Gryffindor.
Lastly, Malfoy swaggered up to the front of the class. There was a look on his face that made Harry feel that there was something not quite right. Just as Dumbledore was about to take the potion, Harry shouted out, "Professor! No!" causing Dumbledore to pause. He made his way up to the front of the class and took it himself. Immediately, he knew there was something wrong. Not only did he feel strange, but also everybody was looking at him in horror. He looked down at his hands, but, instead of seeing his own hands, he saw the hands of an old man. Malfoy had made an ageing potion instead, which could have been fatal to Dumbledore. Fortunately, the potion wore off almost immediately, and his own hands returned. Dumbledore looked furious, and Harry saw Malfoy looking terrified.
"One hundred points off Slytherin Mr. Malfoy, and detention. You will report to my office with Mr. Potter this evening. Mr. Potter, what you just did was very stupid. I shall speak to you tonight. Class dismissed!"
With that, Dumbledore went into the Potions office, while the students made their way to their next lesson. For the Gryffindors, that was Defence Against The Dark Arts.