Potions.
"First subject - potions!" Ron said sarcastically. "It's my favourite class, especially with that old bat looming over us all the time." Ron, Harry and Neville had miraculously gotten into the NEWTs potions program (nobody knew how).
"Yay!" Harry said equally sarcastically. "Just what I always dreamed of - first class on Monday with Snape!"
"Will you two please stop that! You're really lucky to be in this class," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Can't we have some fun without you always ruining it?" Harry said, sticking his tongue out at her.
The three entered the classroom; most of the students had already arrived. Just after they arrived Snape entered.
"Good morning class, today we shall be making a potion called Sæbjargar seiður. It's a very strong healing potion. The Norse often used it to revive drowning victims. Can anyone tell me what the main ingredients are?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air as did Gabrielle's; though a little bit slower.
"Miss Malfete?"
"The main ingredients are lyfjagras, söl, powdered kúluskítur, and kísill," Gabrielle said.
"Very good Miss Malfete, 20 points to Slytherin." Snape said. "Excellent pronunciation. If any one of you nitwits in here ever decides to practice potion making you will find that when you are working with another potion maker you have to be able to pronounce the name of the ingredient so no mistakes will be made."
Snape waved his wand and letters appeared on the blackboard.
"What are you waiting for? Begin!" Snape said irritably.
Nobody needed to be told twice. Ron and Neville were working together, which wasn't good, and Hermione and Harry were working together. When the potions were nearly finished Snape had to leave the classroom.
"Seems you've got yourself a girlfriend Potter, nobody else available?" Draco said.
"Piss off Malfoy."
"It's a real shame. I thought you had more class than that."
At that remark Hermione turned and slapped him hard across the cheek; Draco hit her back. Hermione fell to the floor; Draco went after her and started hitting her. Time seemed to slow down for Hermione. Harry was the first to react, he tried to pull Draco off her but seemed not to be able to, Gabrielle then started to help him and together they pulled Draco off Hermione. When Harry had barely dragged him off Hermione, Gabrielle had dropped down on her knees to help Hermione up. Unfortunately Draco wasn't done with Hermione, he tried to kick her, the result being that he kicked the cauldron Ron and Neville had been working with and made it and everything in it fall on the two girls. The potion, not being properly brewed, made both girls disappear.
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Hermione was losing consciousness very fast. The last thing she felt was something liquid spilled on her and she seemed to be pushed forcefully out of time. After that a falling feeling took her.
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Gabrielle felt something hard hit her. "Ouch", was the only thing she could say. She had landed flat on her back on the cold floor. Gabrielle felt for Hermione, she was still there. Gabrielle now opened her eyes. The first thing she saw were many faces looking down at her. She looked over to where Hermione was laying. Hermione was unconscious and bleeding. Gabrielle got up on her elbow and leaned over Hermione, she was still alive. Gabrielle felt a strong pair of hands try to lift her up.
"Let me go!" Gabrielle screamed as she struggled. "Let me go."
"Stop struggling!" A man's voice said.
"Wait." Gabrielle thought. "Did he just speak Latin?" She stopped struggling and allowed herself to be picked up.
"Who are you and why are you interrupting my class?" he said.
The man was tall, with long black hair tied back with a plain black ribbon, his eyes were dark green and had an evil gleam in them, his skin was pale, and he had a rather large nose though it wasn't "Snape" size. He wore plain dark green robes and a black cloak over them.
"Where am I and who are you?" Gabrielle said to him.
The man seemed to have given up on her and walked to a desk and took out a vial with some brown potion in it. He forced Gabrielle's mouth open and poured the potion into her mouth.
Gabrielle swallowed and then coughed a lot.
"Now, who are you and why are you here?" the man said.
"My name is Gabrielle *cough* Malfete. I have no *coughing fit* idea of how I came here."
The man looked at her approvingly, and then looked at Hermione. Gabrielle drew her wand and stepped between them.
"Who are you?" Gabrielle said in Latin.
"So you do speak," The man said with a smirk. "My name is Salazar Slytherin."
"NO!" Gabrielle shrieked at him. "You can't be Salazar Slytherin."
The man looked offended. "Who else could I possibly be if I am not myself?"
Gabrielle rubbed her forehead. "Ok, I'll play along. What year is it?"
"It is the year 1036," Slytherin said. "Now if you would please come with me."
Gabrielle took a vial out of her pocket and opened it, and then she bent down to Hermione and held it to her nose. Hermione seemed to be regaining consciousness and opened her eyes.
"Where are we?" she said, in a groggy voice.
"This is no time for questions! Stand up and follow me," Gabrielle said coldly.
Hermione, still feeling a little bit fuzzy, obliged without thinking. Hermione allowed herself to be dragged out of the dungeon by Gabrielle, not knowing where she was heading or what would become of her.
"First subject - potions!" Ron said sarcastically. "It's my favourite class, especially with that old bat looming over us all the time." Ron, Harry and Neville had miraculously gotten into the NEWTs potions program (nobody knew how).
"Yay!" Harry said equally sarcastically. "Just what I always dreamed of - first class on Monday with Snape!"
"Will you two please stop that! You're really lucky to be in this class," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Can't we have some fun without you always ruining it?" Harry said, sticking his tongue out at her.
The three entered the classroom; most of the students had already arrived. Just after they arrived Snape entered.
"Good morning class, today we shall be making a potion called Sæbjargar seiður. It's a very strong healing potion. The Norse often used it to revive drowning victims. Can anyone tell me what the main ingredients are?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air as did Gabrielle's; though a little bit slower.
"Miss Malfete?"
"The main ingredients are lyfjagras, söl, powdered kúluskítur, and kísill," Gabrielle said.
"Very good Miss Malfete, 20 points to Slytherin." Snape said. "Excellent pronunciation. If any one of you nitwits in here ever decides to practice potion making you will find that when you are working with another potion maker you have to be able to pronounce the name of the ingredient so no mistakes will be made."
Snape waved his wand and letters appeared on the blackboard.
"What are you waiting for? Begin!" Snape said irritably.
Nobody needed to be told twice. Ron and Neville were working together, which wasn't good, and Hermione and Harry were working together. When the potions were nearly finished Snape had to leave the classroom.
"Seems you've got yourself a girlfriend Potter, nobody else available?" Draco said.
"Piss off Malfoy."
"It's a real shame. I thought you had more class than that."
At that remark Hermione turned and slapped him hard across the cheek; Draco hit her back. Hermione fell to the floor; Draco went after her and started hitting her. Time seemed to slow down for Hermione. Harry was the first to react, he tried to pull Draco off her but seemed not to be able to, Gabrielle then started to help him and together they pulled Draco off Hermione. When Harry had barely dragged him off Hermione, Gabrielle had dropped down on her knees to help Hermione up. Unfortunately Draco wasn't done with Hermione, he tried to kick her, the result being that he kicked the cauldron Ron and Neville had been working with and made it and everything in it fall on the two girls. The potion, not being properly brewed, made both girls disappear.
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Hermione was losing consciousness very fast. The last thing she felt was something liquid spilled on her and she seemed to be pushed forcefully out of time. After that a falling feeling took her.
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Gabrielle felt something hard hit her. "Ouch", was the only thing she could say. She had landed flat on her back on the cold floor. Gabrielle felt for Hermione, she was still there. Gabrielle now opened her eyes. The first thing she saw were many faces looking down at her. She looked over to where Hermione was laying. Hermione was unconscious and bleeding. Gabrielle got up on her elbow and leaned over Hermione, she was still alive. Gabrielle felt a strong pair of hands try to lift her up.
"Let me go!" Gabrielle screamed as she struggled. "Let me go."
"Stop struggling!" A man's voice said.
"Wait." Gabrielle thought. "Did he just speak Latin?" She stopped struggling and allowed herself to be picked up.
"Who are you and why are you interrupting my class?" he said.
The man was tall, with long black hair tied back with a plain black ribbon, his eyes were dark green and had an evil gleam in them, his skin was pale, and he had a rather large nose though it wasn't "Snape" size. He wore plain dark green robes and a black cloak over them.
"Where am I and who are you?" Gabrielle said to him.
The man seemed to have given up on her and walked to a desk and took out a vial with some brown potion in it. He forced Gabrielle's mouth open and poured the potion into her mouth.
Gabrielle swallowed and then coughed a lot.
"Now, who are you and why are you here?" the man said.
"My name is Gabrielle *cough* Malfete. I have no *coughing fit* idea of how I came here."
The man looked at her approvingly, and then looked at Hermione. Gabrielle drew her wand and stepped between them.
"Who are you?" Gabrielle said in Latin.
"So you do speak," The man said with a smirk. "My name is Salazar Slytherin."
"NO!" Gabrielle shrieked at him. "You can't be Salazar Slytherin."
The man looked offended. "Who else could I possibly be if I am not myself?"
Gabrielle rubbed her forehead. "Ok, I'll play along. What year is it?"
"It is the year 1036," Slytherin said. "Now if you would please come with me."
Gabrielle took a vial out of her pocket and opened it, and then she bent down to Hermione and held it to her nose. Hermione seemed to be regaining consciousness and opened her eyes.
"Where are we?" she said, in a groggy voice.
"This is no time for questions! Stand up and follow me," Gabrielle said coldly.
Hermione, still feeling a little bit fuzzy, obliged without thinking. Hermione allowed herself to be dragged out of the dungeon by Gabrielle, not knowing where she was heading or what would become of her.