Disclaimer: Same as before
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. I was trying to decide what I was going to do next, plus school started so... Enjoy and review.
The next day passed too fast for my taste and it was time for the first DA meeting. Butterflies were bouncing around my stomach as I headed to the common room. I was to meet up with Harry so we could talk about the class.
Harry was the only person there when I arrived. "Where is everybody?" I could drop a pin and actually hear it hit the floor. In the short amount of time since I'd been here, I'd learn that Gryffindor students like to party. Many of night had I been unable to sleep due to the noise going on downstairs.
"I think they were hoping to get good spots in the Great Hall. I don't think they know who is teaching them." He gave a half smile that was filled with nervousness.
I sort of smiled back. At least I wasn't alone with the nervous feeling. We started to walk to the meeting. "So... how do you want to teach this class?"
"I really don't know. Hermione was really the brains behind it last year, I just 'taught'."
"I guess we should do it by how simple the potion is. Some will need to sit for hours, so we would probably want to get them over with and out o the way." I peeked over to him to see his reaction.
"That sounds good to me. What's your potion tonight?"
"It's a simple magic-draining potion. It won't work against Voldemort supporters, but you need to know how to make it before you go to a stronger one. You can go first." I was surprised by Harry's laugh. I then realized that he knew I didn't want to go first.
By this time, we had reached the Great Hall. Upon entering, we saw Hermione trying to calm everyone. "Hold on. The teachers are going to be here soon!" Although she was shouting, her voice was drowned out by the excitement of the crowd.
Walking up beside her, I let out a loud whistle. My mother use to get on me about doing this, but I knew it would come in handy. Upon hearing the whistle, everybody grew quiet. "Thanks," Hermione whispered. "Now," she said as she turned towards the crowd, "here are your teachers. Harry will be teaching defense and Lorene will be teaching potions." She got down and left Harry and me on the dais.
"Well," I muttered. Harry then spoke up. "You'll need to break up into pairs...." And so on. I was Harry's partner, but before I knew it, it was my turn to teach. Everyone began setting the tables up and placing the cauldrons on top. Supplies were already distributed, so that was one less thing I had to do.
I began looking around. I was missing something, but I couldn't place it. I then heard the squeaking of wheels. There was my uncle pushing a chalkboard to me. After setting it up, he moved to the back of the hall. "Okay," I began, "today we are going to work on a simple magic-draining potion." I turned to begin writing the directions on the chalkboard.
I felt Snape's eyes on me, criticizing my every move. It was then that I realized that this was a test. He was seeing if I was worth all the time he had spent on me. I felt confidence soar into me. I would show him that I was worth it.
"Now, follow these directions precisely. If not, dire circumstances can happen." I heard my uncle cover his laugh with a cough. These were the exact words he had said to me. Nothing seriously dangerous would happened, as was shown later by Neville.
I was making my round around the class. I was making sure that everyone was doing thins right. I had just finished with Ginny, when I looked at Neville. He was adding newt's eyes three steps too early. "Neville, no!"
Suddenly the whole group was filling with green smoke. Little popping sound escaped his cauldron. The other students began to panic and their screams filled the hall. Everyone tried to scramble to the door, knocking over anything that was in their way. "No! Calm down!" My shouts were useless. Even my whistle didn't help.
After everybody was gone, I just sat down. I had failed my uncle. Looking around, I saw the mess that littered the floor. Cauldrons were overturned and lying in puddles of different colored liquids. I could feel the tears come to my eyes.
I then felt an arm circle my shoulders. I turned to look at my uncle's face. "I failed. I failed." I then let all the tears fall down my face.
"No you didn't. You did everything right. It was outside circumstances that kept you from your goal. You had the correct formula and even tried to stop Longbottom." I just wouldn't listen to him and continued to shake my head. He finally grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. "I'm serious. I think that it's time for our final private lesson."
This got my attention. He always swore that he wouldn't teach me the last lesson until after school. Foe him to say that I was ready was the ultimate honor. "Do you really think so?" I couldn't keep out my amazement.
He only nodded his head. "Now, go to bed. I'll get someone to clean up this mess." I hesitated, but he insisted.
I walked on clouds back to the common room. /Mom would be proud of me,/ I thought, but the mere thought of my mother turned be to the dream. I quickened my pace and rushed to bed. Maybe I would have another dream.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. I was trying to decide what I was going to do next, plus school started so... Enjoy and review.
The next day passed too fast for my taste and it was time for the first DA meeting. Butterflies were bouncing around my stomach as I headed to the common room. I was to meet up with Harry so we could talk about the class.
Harry was the only person there when I arrived. "Where is everybody?" I could drop a pin and actually hear it hit the floor. In the short amount of time since I'd been here, I'd learn that Gryffindor students like to party. Many of night had I been unable to sleep due to the noise going on downstairs.
"I think they were hoping to get good spots in the Great Hall. I don't think they know who is teaching them." He gave a half smile that was filled with nervousness.
I sort of smiled back. At least I wasn't alone with the nervous feeling. We started to walk to the meeting. "So... how do you want to teach this class?"
"I really don't know. Hermione was really the brains behind it last year, I just 'taught'."
"I guess we should do it by how simple the potion is. Some will need to sit for hours, so we would probably want to get them over with and out o the way." I peeked over to him to see his reaction.
"That sounds good to me. What's your potion tonight?"
"It's a simple magic-draining potion. It won't work against Voldemort supporters, but you need to know how to make it before you go to a stronger one. You can go first." I was surprised by Harry's laugh. I then realized that he knew I didn't want to go first.
By this time, we had reached the Great Hall. Upon entering, we saw Hermione trying to calm everyone. "Hold on. The teachers are going to be here soon!" Although she was shouting, her voice was drowned out by the excitement of the crowd.
Walking up beside her, I let out a loud whistle. My mother use to get on me about doing this, but I knew it would come in handy. Upon hearing the whistle, everybody grew quiet. "Thanks," Hermione whispered. "Now," she said as she turned towards the crowd, "here are your teachers. Harry will be teaching defense and Lorene will be teaching potions." She got down and left Harry and me on the dais.
"Well," I muttered. Harry then spoke up. "You'll need to break up into pairs...." And so on. I was Harry's partner, but before I knew it, it was my turn to teach. Everyone began setting the tables up and placing the cauldrons on top. Supplies were already distributed, so that was one less thing I had to do.
I began looking around. I was missing something, but I couldn't place it. I then heard the squeaking of wheels. There was my uncle pushing a chalkboard to me. After setting it up, he moved to the back of the hall. "Okay," I began, "today we are going to work on a simple magic-draining potion." I turned to begin writing the directions on the chalkboard.
I felt Snape's eyes on me, criticizing my every move. It was then that I realized that this was a test. He was seeing if I was worth all the time he had spent on me. I felt confidence soar into me. I would show him that I was worth it.
"Now, follow these directions precisely. If not, dire circumstances can happen." I heard my uncle cover his laugh with a cough. These were the exact words he had said to me. Nothing seriously dangerous would happened, as was shown later by Neville.
I was making my round around the class. I was making sure that everyone was doing thins right. I had just finished with Ginny, when I looked at Neville. He was adding newt's eyes three steps too early. "Neville, no!"
Suddenly the whole group was filling with green smoke. Little popping sound escaped his cauldron. The other students began to panic and their screams filled the hall. Everyone tried to scramble to the door, knocking over anything that was in their way. "No! Calm down!" My shouts were useless. Even my whistle didn't help.
After everybody was gone, I just sat down. I had failed my uncle. Looking around, I saw the mess that littered the floor. Cauldrons were overturned and lying in puddles of different colored liquids. I could feel the tears come to my eyes.
I then felt an arm circle my shoulders. I turned to look at my uncle's face. "I failed. I failed." I then let all the tears fall down my face.
"No you didn't. You did everything right. It was outside circumstances that kept you from your goal. You had the correct formula and even tried to stop Longbottom." I just wouldn't listen to him and continued to shake my head. He finally grabbed my chin and looked into my eyes. "I'm serious. I think that it's time for our final private lesson."
This got my attention. He always swore that he wouldn't teach me the last lesson until after school. Foe him to say that I was ready was the ultimate honor. "Do you really think so?" I couldn't keep out my amazement.
He only nodded his head. "Now, go to bed. I'll get someone to clean up this mess." I hesitated, but he insisted.
I walked on clouds back to the common room. /Mom would be proud of me,/ I thought, but the mere thought of my mother turned be to the dream. I quickened my pace and rushed to bed. Maybe I would have another dream.