Authors Note: A BIG BIG BIG thanks to all who reviewed!!! Hey everybody! I'm back! Well, I hope you like the story so far, and I hope you'll review!
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the only time I'm gonna do this. Snape's speech was copied out of the first book. Any1 reading this should know who belongs to JK Rowling and who doesn't, and if u don't, then you probably should read the books b4 u read this…
Chapter 3- CLASSES!
Sirena's alarm clock went off. She groaned and got out of bed. After showering and dressing, she went down to the Great Hall, where most people were already eating. She had a feeling she was forgetting something, but she couldn't remember what. Well, she thought, whatever it was, I hope it wasn't important…
She sat down at the Gryffindor table, and reached for the cereals. She had started to eat when Professor Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement.
"Classes begin today. I trust that you already have your schedules. If not please see your head of house."
He continued on for a while, but Sirena blocked him out. Well, that was what she was forgetting. She had Double Potions first. She looked at her schedule more closely. She had every single class with people who despised her! Well, almost everyone in the school despised her, so changing classes really wasn't going to help her much. She sighed. She had also heard a lot about professor Snape, through her father, and also through overheard conversations. He, according to her father was a slimeball, a spy, someone who would be dead if he wasn't under professor Dumbledore's constant surveillance, and a number of other unmentionable things. According to the overheard conversations, he was a tyrant, an evil, biased Gryffindor-hater, and a ruthless point deducter. Either way, it was going to be an interesting class.
Chapter 4: Potions, Potions, and Professor Snape
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids 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 as I usually have to teach"
Whoa, thought Sirena. He is one hell of a scary guy. She overheard someone saying "my big brother told me he makes this speech every year". I hope I'm not already on his bad side, but somehow I have a feeling I am…
She was snapped out of her dream-like state by Professor Snape's bark "Rosier! Too advanced to pay attention are we! Well, name three ingredients in a shrinking solution!"
Uh-oh. She knew this, but her memory seemed to be dead. She racked her brain, and finally said "daisy roots, shrivelfig, and um… caterpillars?" she wasn't really sure if there were caterpillars in a shrinking solution, but as there were caterpillars in almost every single potion she had ever made, she figured that this was a pretty good guess.
"That is correct Miss Rosier. Five points from Gryffindor for your lack of attention," he said. He looked furious. Obviously he had never expected her to get that right. Well, he hated her too. Everyone hated her, but she didn't mind. She was here to learn, and to get away from her father and the Death Eaters, and if these people had a problem with her, than oh well, they'd have to live with it, because she was NOT leaving.
"Good going!" someone hissed
"Thanks!" she replied. It was going to be a long year
Disclaimer: Alright, this is the only time I'm gonna do this. Snape's speech was copied out of the first book. Any1 reading this should know who belongs to JK Rowling and who doesn't, and if u don't, then you probably should read the books b4 u read this…
Chapter 3- CLASSES!
Sirena's alarm clock went off. She groaned and got out of bed. After showering and dressing, she went down to the Great Hall, where most people were already eating. She had a feeling she was forgetting something, but she couldn't remember what. Well, she thought, whatever it was, I hope it wasn't important…
She sat down at the Gryffindor table, and reached for the cereals. She had started to eat when Professor Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement.
"Classes begin today. I trust that you already have your schedules. If not please see your head of house."
He continued on for a while, but Sirena blocked him out. Well, that was what she was forgetting. She had Double Potions first. She looked at her schedule more closely. She had every single class with people who despised her! Well, almost everyone in the school despised her, so changing classes really wasn't going to help her much. She sighed. She had also heard a lot about professor Snape, through her father, and also through overheard conversations. He, according to her father was a slimeball, a spy, someone who would be dead if he wasn't under professor Dumbledore's constant surveillance, and a number of other unmentionable things. According to the overheard conversations, he was a tyrant, an evil, biased Gryffindor-hater, and a ruthless point deducter. Either way, it was going to be an interesting class.
Chapter 4: Potions, Potions, and Professor Snape
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids 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 as I usually have to teach"
Whoa, thought Sirena. He is one hell of a scary guy. She overheard someone saying "my big brother told me he makes this speech every year". I hope I'm not already on his bad side, but somehow I have a feeling I am…
She was snapped out of her dream-like state by Professor Snape's bark "Rosier! Too advanced to pay attention are we! Well, name three ingredients in a shrinking solution!"
Uh-oh. She knew this, but her memory seemed to be dead. She racked her brain, and finally said "daisy roots, shrivelfig, and um… caterpillars?" she wasn't really sure if there were caterpillars in a shrinking solution, but as there were caterpillars in almost every single potion she had ever made, she figured that this was a pretty good guess.
"That is correct Miss Rosier. Five points from Gryffindor for your lack of attention," he said. He looked furious. Obviously he had never expected her to get that right. Well, he hated her too. Everyone hated her, but she didn't mind. She was here to learn, and to get away from her father and the Death Eaters, and if these people had a problem with her, than oh well, they'd have to live with it, because she was NOT leaving.
"Good going!" someone hissed
"Thanks!" she replied. It was going to be a long year