Dragon Keys
By Kryptonite
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Cool. Good job. Right on. The congratulations poured over Ashley and a bunch of people clapped her on the back.
Thanks. She blushed, ducking her head. Hermione looked down at her watch and just about choked.
Hurry up, classes are gonna start soon. We have potions first. Harry and Ron tucked in, wanting to be first so that Snape couldn't take any points off for being late to class. All fifth year Gryffindors heard Hermione's rather loud announcement and started inhaling their food as well.
No one wanted to give Snape a reason to take off points.
We'll see you at lunch then Ginny. Ash. The wonder trio rocketed off.
See ya later Ginny. Ginny smiled and nodded at Neville who blushed a little and lit off after the others.
Wonder what their hurry is? Fred asked.
Yeah. Not like classes start for another ten minutes. George agreed.
They have potions. Fred and George shivered in distaste together.
Good thing they're running. They said in unison. Ginny started laughing as the twins and their friend, Lee Jordan, took off to climb up three or four sets of stairs to get to their classes. Ash joined in as Fred tripped George, who then tripped Lee Jordan who then jumped on Fred's back helping George get him as they staggered out of the hall.
By that time everyone was laughing.
I guess I'll see you at lunch then Ash.
Yeah, I guess. Ugh.
What? Ash looked up at Ginny.
I have Herbology first.
You'll like it. Professor Sprout's real nice, just so long as you do what she says.
That's not it. Magical plants act real weird around me.
What do you mean? Ginny turned a confused expression on her new found friend.
It's hard to explain. Anything magical seems to react to me weird. I have to go. Don't want to be late. Ash caught up with a few third years and together the group walked to the correct green house. Ginny shook her head, grabbed a piece of toast and ran to go to Transfiguration.
*Rewind*
Hello Potty. Malfoy called as he and the other Slytherins came down the dungeon steps, effectively pinning the Gryffindors in place.
What do you want Malfoy? Ron still remembered the look on Malfoy's face when Crabbe and Goyle couldn't get into their train compartment. He let out a snort of laughter. Malfoy's eyes snapped to Ron.
Find something funny Weasel? Harry grabbed one arm, Hermione grabbed the other, and Neville grabbed the back of his robes.
We don't want to fight Malfoy. We get enough joy kicking your butt on the Quidditch field. Draco's silver gray eyes smoldered and he looked mad enough to spit. Luckily the doors unlocked at that instant and the students filed in.
Unfortunately, you are all here again. Snape glared at the Gryffindors. The Slytherins smirked at them without moving their eyes from the front of the room.
But like the four years before, I am here to teach you the subtle art of potion making. If you shut up and listen carefully, I'll be able to give you skills to keep you alive. Though some of you are, He paused and looked at Neville who was trying very hard not to tremble. Beyond help. Now we will be learning to make... Snape rattled off the potions they would be working on as everyone scrambled to write them down.
*Rewind*
Miss Thomas. It's a pleasure to see you. Professor Sprout smiled warmly at the eleven-year-old.
Thank you ma'am. A few Gryffindors smiled over at the girl surrounded by the gentle Hufflepuff.
Now today we aren't going to be going near the greenhouses. But next class we will. Professor Sprout continued to talk until the class was over, answering questions and diagraming the year.
If you ever need help Ash, just ask. Ash smiled at her new friends.
Thanks guys. I will. The Gryffindors banded together and moved off to their next class.
*Caught Up*
Harry?
Yeah? Hermione shoved him forward.
Wake up. We have Defense next. Harry just frowned. There was a rumor that the position was cursed. They'd had a new teacher every year that Harry had been in school. Two had been working for Voldemort, one had been a complete idiot/jerk, and one had been a friend of his father but a werewolf.
Why bother? It's just gonna be someone who doesn't know what they're talking about.
Thank you so much for that brilliant summary of my skills Mr. Potter. Harry stared in shock at the teacher standing in front of him. Rushing him, Harry wrapped him in a hug before he could think otherwise.
Remus!
