They all awoke just in time for breakfast, early enough the next morning,
and scrambled into their robes, just making into the Great Hall in time to
receive their schedules.
Lily looked at hers with eagerness. She cleared her throat and read aloud to Tom. "9:00 to 9:50- Potions. 10:00 to 10:50- Transfiguration. 11:00 to 11:50- Defense Against the Dark Arts."
She looked at her watch after finishing her toast. "I'm going to be late for Potions! My dad says that the teacher's a real bat in that class!"
"He is! Professor Severus Snape! And he's got something against my dad and your dad, so he's definitely going to have something against us. Wait, he already DOES dislike me." Tom laughed.
"You're going to be late to!"
"Aw, my dad teaches Transfiguration! He won't care if I'm late!"
But Lily had already sped down the hall. Potions, potions.The schedule said it was in the dungeon. She opened a door and flung herself inside.
He looked up at her.
"Miss- Potter." Snape said disgustedly. "Get out of my office."
"I-I'm so sorry professor! I thought this was the classroom."
"That is across the hall." How could he? Snape thought, Have the displeasure to know three generations of the Potters?
"Oh, I'll just be going then- hey, how'd you know my name?"
"Quite obvious. Spitting image of your father." Snape replied coldly. Lily shrugged, failing to notice that Snape had meant that reply in a harsh way, and disappeared out of the room.
She took a seat next to Alicia, who was already being thrown looks from the Slytherins. "Hey," Lily greeted, pulling her notebook out.
Alicia didn't reply, she was too busy glaring at the faces that she called family, the one's that now frowned upon her.
"Alicia?"
"Present." Alicia replied, as if someone had been taking role. Her hair was still slicked back today, in a snobby, Malfoy-ish way, but she had not the look of pride on her face that morning. She held the look of shame, and Lily suspected it was leftover from last night, after being announced into Gryffinder.
"Silence." Snape said smoothly, sweeping into the classroom, his long robes billowing behind him. "I am Professor Snape. Welcome to your first Potions class. Just to make this clear- very few of you will pass this class. Only those who are skilled and gifted in the art of potion making will pass. Although a handful of you that at least pay attention, might come up right behind them. Now, I have a few questions to see where some of you are at. Where is a bezoar found?"
Three Slytherin girl's hands shot up into the air, along with Alicia and Lily.
"Miss Potter," Snape called, his eyes gleaming. "Do you know the answer?'
"Yes Professor. A bezoar stone is found in the stomach of a goat."
"Correct." 'Much more intelligent than her father was the first time he set foot in this classroom, much, much more intelligent.' "But can you tell me what kind of goat?"
She blinked.
"No answer?"
"I didn't realize there was a specific kind used- there isn't is there? I read a book about potions over the summer-"
"Correct." Again. This one was going to be difficult to stump. While he was pondering for a question, a round Gryffinder boy raised his hand. "Professor, we haven't learned anything yet so-"
Snape nodded curtly. "I know." He replied shortly. "Now," he turned to the board and scribbled: Homework 20% Tests 40% Ability 40%
"Any questions?"
People shook heads.
"Well, then we should get started. Our first potion we will be learning is-"
Lily didn't like him, not at all. There was something about him that she couldn't pinpoint.
.
She skidded down the hall after her ten minute break of helping Veronica Finnigan clean up her potion that she had spilled after being taunted by Slytherins. Snape had taken five points off Gryffinder already, and given five points to Slytherin. Veronica and her finally opened the Transfiguration classroom door, but came to a halt as Sirius Black turned around from the chalkboard after hearing the door slam.
"You're late." He said sternly.
"Sorry Professor!" Veronica replied.
"Sorry Sirius!"
Everyone stared at Lily, and Lily shrank down, but Sirius grinned. An old habit was hard to change wasn't it? How was she supposed to call him professor, when since the moment she was born she had called him Sirius?
Sirius moved away from the board revealing what he had written.
Homework 40%
Tests 50%
Ability 10%
Sirius never believed that ability should count much, unlike his enemy Snape, who thought that a gift was the only thing that could let you pass his class.
A strange sensation took over Lily, as she sat in the back of his class. It was a weird feeling that seemed to be draining her of her energy. She raised her hand.
"Lily?"
"I-I don't feel so well Professor Black."
Sirius furrowed his brow. "It's only the first day of school."
"Yes, I know but I just feel really- tired." She clutched the wall behind her desk for support.
"Hospital wing." Sirius replied, pointing his wand at the door.
"I'm sorry."
Sirius was never one to worry, so he thought of it as nothing, perhaps just anxiousness from being at Hogwarts. He had seen it before there.
But Lily Potter knew right away, as soon as she shut the door after leaving the classroom, that it was something. It was taking over her entire body. She clutched her side, and coughed as she made her way to the hospital wing. As soon as she had opened the door, Madam Pomfrey led her over to a bed. "Dear, dear, not feeling well are you?" She tapped her wand to Lily's wrist, and whispered a spell before shaking her head. "Nothing dear. There's nothing I can find- you're not sick. Perhaps just anxiousness." She waved her wand and the feeling went away.
"Thank you." Lily rose and went to now what was her next class, that had taken so long, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Is she alright?" Harry asked his godfather, worriedly. "She's fine. I assume it's anxiousness." Sirius replied. "Nothing more. Or perhaps she was up late partying with the rest of the house."
"Gryffinder doesn't throw a party on the first night." Harry replied seriously. "Well, I did, but I suppose you're right. She'll be fine though, Harry. Look! There she is now." "Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked. Lily nodded, "Yeah dad, I'm fine." "Sirius said you were- sick?" "Madam Pomfrey said it was anxiousness." Lily replied. "It was nothing." Then she went into the classroom. "I'm late to teach my class." Sirius smiled before disappearing down the hallway. Harry cleared his throat and stepped inside. "Hello First Years, I'm Professor Potter. This is my first year teaching." He turned to the board and scribbled: Homework 10% Tests 20% Ability 20% Participation 50% "Participation, as you can see, is half of your grade. This is a very important subject. It could save your life some day." Harry frowned. It saved his life many a time, countless times he wished never existed. He began. "As you know, the wizarding world is divided now, those who still remain loyal to the dark side, and those who remain loyal to the light side, as I will put it. The purpose of this class is to train you, build defense among you, so that you are not threatened or harmed in any way by those who remain loyal to the dark side. My first spell I am teaching, is the disarming spell. This is not charms class, may I remind you. This is dueling, and defense. The spell for disarming is Expelliarmus. Come here um- you, you kid over there." "Me?" Alicia stood up. "Yes, you." Harry answered. "Come here, bring your wand."
Alicia walked up and handed him her wand. "Now, stand back, I am going to demonstrate disarming." "Oh-Ok."
"Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew out of his hand. "Um, I was going to demonstrate disarming, but you did it very well." "Thank you Professor." Alicia was beginning to like the Potters, what a strange feeling for a Malfoy to have. "Now, you may sit down um- what's your name?" "Alicia Malfoy."
"Oh," Harry bit his lip. "Well, that was very nice Alicia, you may sit down."
Alicia sat down in the back of the class, hiding behind her book. They all hated her, the whole lot of Gryffinders! Why did she end up there anyway?
"Now," Harry continued. "I would like you to practice disarming with a partner, take turns."
The class did so and wands were flying everywhere. Veronica didn't catch Lily's wand, and Viktor sent his soaring to the other side of the room. The last few strains of 'expelliarmus!' were heard and the class sat down again. (There were no Slytherin's with them that day.)
"Very good." Harry said, pleased. He looked at the clock. "You guys can go out to lunch early if you want. I am done for today."
The suggestion was not a hard one to follow, as within two seconds after saying that, the entire class had already left, except for Lily and Alicia.
"Lily, how'd I do?" Harry asked, hugging her.
"Good dad. It was a great class! C'mon Alicia, let's go to lunch."
Harry watched the two disappear out of his classroom and smiled. His daughter was already eleven, he couldn't believe it! His thoughts were wiped away however, by the bell ringing. Perhaps it was caused by the sound, but Harry felt a searing pain in his scar, and clutched his forehead, squinting. It was back, that old familiar pain that used to haunt him wherever he went.
Lily looked at hers with eagerness. She cleared her throat and read aloud to Tom. "9:00 to 9:50- Potions. 10:00 to 10:50- Transfiguration. 11:00 to 11:50- Defense Against the Dark Arts."
She looked at her watch after finishing her toast. "I'm going to be late for Potions! My dad says that the teacher's a real bat in that class!"
"He is! Professor Severus Snape! And he's got something against my dad and your dad, so he's definitely going to have something against us. Wait, he already DOES dislike me." Tom laughed.
"You're going to be late to!"
"Aw, my dad teaches Transfiguration! He won't care if I'm late!"
But Lily had already sped down the hall. Potions, potions.The schedule said it was in the dungeon. She opened a door and flung herself inside.
He looked up at her.
"Miss- Potter." Snape said disgustedly. "Get out of my office."
"I-I'm so sorry professor! I thought this was the classroom."
"That is across the hall." How could he? Snape thought, Have the displeasure to know three generations of the Potters?
"Oh, I'll just be going then- hey, how'd you know my name?"
"Quite obvious. Spitting image of your father." Snape replied coldly. Lily shrugged, failing to notice that Snape had meant that reply in a harsh way, and disappeared out of the room.
She took a seat next to Alicia, who was already being thrown looks from the Slytherins. "Hey," Lily greeted, pulling her notebook out.
Alicia didn't reply, she was too busy glaring at the faces that she called family, the one's that now frowned upon her.
"Alicia?"
"Present." Alicia replied, as if someone had been taking role. Her hair was still slicked back today, in a snobby, Malfoy-ish way, but she had not the look of pride on her face that morning. She held the look of shame, and Lily suspected it was leftover from last night, after being announced into Gryffinder.
"Silence." Snape said smoothly, sweeping into the classroom, his long robes billowing behind him. "I am Professor Snape. Welcome to your first Potions class. Just to make this clear- very few of you will pass this class. Only those who are skilled and gifted in the art of potion making will pass. Although a handful of you that at least pay attention, might come up right behind them. Now, I have a few questions to see where some of you are at. Where is a bezoar found?"
Three Slytherin girl's hands shot up into the air, along with Alicia and Lily.
"Miss Potter," Snape called, his eyes gleaming. "Do you know the answer?'
"Yes Professor. A bezoar stone is found in the stomach of a goat."
"Correct." 'Much more intelligent than her father was the first time he set foot in this classroom, much, much more intelligent.' "But can you tell me what kind of goat?"
She blinked.
"No answer?"
"I didn't realize there was a specific kind used- there isn't is there? I read a book about potions over the summer-"
"Correct." Again. This one was going to be difficult to stump. While he was pondering for a question, a round Gryffinder boy raised his hand. "Professor, we haven't learned anything yet so-"
Snape nodded curtly. "I know." He replied shortly. "Now," he turned to the board and scribbled: Homework 20% Tests 40% Ability 40%
"Any questions?"
People shook heads.
"Well, then we should get started. Our first potion we will be learning is-"
Lily didn't like him, not at all. There was something about him that she couldn't pinpoint.
.
She skidded down the hall after her ten minute break of helping Veronica Finnigan clean up her potion that she had spilled after being taunted by Slytherins. Snape had taken five points off Gryffinder already, and given five points to Slytherin. Veronica and her finally opened the Transfiguration classroom door, but came to a halt as Sirius Black turned around from the chalkboard after hearing the door slam.
"You're late." He said sternly.
"Sorry Professor!" Veronica replied.
"Sorry Sirius!"
Everyone stared at Lily, and Lily shrank down, but Sirius grinned. An old habit was hard to change wasn't it? How was she supposed to call him professor, when since the moment she was born she had called him Sirius?
Sirius moved away from the board revealing what he had written.
Homework 40%
Tests 50%
Ability 10%
Sirius never believed that ability should count much, unlike his enemy Snape, who thought that a gift was the only thing that could let you pass his class.
A strange sensation took over Lily, as she sat in the back of his class. It was a weird feeling that seemed to be draining her of her energy. She raised her hand.
"Lily?"
"I-I don't feel so well Professor Black."
Sirius furrowed his brow. "It's only the first day of school."
"Yes, I know but I just feel really- tired." She clutched the wall behind her desk for support.
"Hospital wing." Sirius replied, pointing his wand at the door.
"I'm sorry."
Sirius was never one to worry, so he thought of it as nothing, perhaps just anxiousness from being at Hogwarts. He had seen it before there.
But Lily Potter knew right away, as soon as she shut the door after leaving the classroom, that it was something. It was taking over her entire body. She clutched her side, and coughed as she made her way to the hospital wing. As soon as she had opened the door, Madam Pomfrey led her over to a bed. "Dear, dear, not feeling well are you?" She tapped her wand to Lily's wrist, and whispered a spell before shaking her head. "Nothing dear. There's nothing I can find- you're not sick. Perhaps just anxiousness." She waved her wand and the feeling went away.
"Thank you." Lily rose and went to now what was her next class, that had taken so long, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Is she alright?" Harry asked his godfather, worriedly. "She's fine. I assume it's anxiousness." Sirius replied. "Nothing more. Or perhaps she was up late partying with the rest of the house."
"Gryffinder doesn't throw a party on the first night." Harry replied seriously. "Well, I did, but I suppose you're right. She'll be fine though, Harry. Look! There she is now." "Are you feeling alright?" Harry asked. Lily nodded, "Yeah dad, I'm fine." "Sirius said you were- sick?" "Madam Pomfrey said it was anxiousness." Lily replied. "It was nothing." Then she went into the classroom. "I'm late to teach my class." Sirius smiled before disappearing down the hallway. Harry cleared his throat and stepped inside. "Hello First Years, I'm Professor Potter. This is my first year teaching." He turned to the board and scribbled: Homework 10% Tests 20% Ability 20% Participation 50% "Participation, as you can see, is half of your grade. This is a very important subject. It could save your life some day." Harry frowned. It saved his life many a time, countless times he wished never existed. He began. "As you know, the wizarding world is divided now, those who still remain loyal to the dark side, and those who remain loyal to the light side, as I will put it. The purpose of this class is to train you, build defense among you, so that you are not threatened or harmed in any way by those who remain loyal to the dark side. My first spell I am teaching, is the disarming spell. This is not charms class, may I remind you. This is dueling, and defense. The spell for disarming is Expelliarmus. Come here um- you, you kid over there." "Me?" Alicia stood up. "Yes, you." Harry answered. "Come here, bring your wand."
Alicia walked up and handed him her wand. "Now, stand back, I am going to demonstrate disarming." "Oh-Ok."
"Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew out of his hand. "Um, I was going to demonstrate disarming, but you did it very well." "Thank you Professor." Alicia was beginning to like the Potters, what a strange feeling for a Malfoy to have. "Now, you may sit down um- what's your name?" "Alicia Malfoy."
"Oh," Harry bit his lip. "Well, that was very nice Alicia, you may sit down."
Alicia sat down in the back of the class, hiding behind her book. They all hated her, the whole lot of Gryffinders! Why did she end up there anyway?
"Now," Harry continued. "I would like you to practice disarming with a partner, take turns."
The class did so and wands were flying everywhere. Veronica didn't catch Lily's wand, and Viktor sent his soaring to the other side of the room. The last few strains of 'expelliarmus!' were heard and the class sat down again. (There were no Slytherin's with them that day.)
"Very good." Harry said, pleased. He looked at the clock. "You guys can go out to lunch early if you want. I am done for today."
The suggestion was not a hard one to follow, as within two seconds after saying that, the entire class had already left, except for Lily and Alicia.
"Lily, how'd I do?" Harry asked, hugging her.
"Good dad. It was a great class! C'mon Alicia, let's go to lunch."
Harry watched the two disappear out of his classroom and smiled. His daughter was already eleven, he couldn't believe it! His thoughts were wiped away however, by the bell ringing. Perhaps it was caused by the sound, but Harry felt a searing pain in his scar, and clutched his forehead, squinting. It was back, that old familiar pain that used to haunt him wherever he went.