Disclaimer: I just got thru looking at my birth certificate and was amazed
to see that the name on it wasn't J.K Rowling! I am so dismayed I can't
even begin to tell you. Therefore these characters aren't mine. Sorry.
Harry sat down between Hermoine and Ron, trying to be quiet. They were in Snape's class and knew how he loved to take away points from Gryffindor. Although he shouldn't have been in Gryffindor. Even the Sorting Hat had determined that he shouldn't have been in Gryffindor! He was supposed to be in Slytherin. He wondered how people would've taken it if the Golden Boy of the Wizarding world was sorted into Slytherin. The same house as Voldemort. He mentally chuckled at the thought of seeing all the wizards of the world cringing and shuddering as their last hope went into the same house their worst fear had been in. Lately he'd begun to notice things, things that lent credability to the Sorting Hat's first words: You'd be great in Slytherin. He saw things through a dark window, his friends weren't really his friends. They didn't really know him. No one did. The person that'd be the most likely to know him hated his guts.
Snape. Snape was the head of Slytherin and would recognise his feelings and everything, only Snape was blinded by his Gryffindoric persona. He couldn't see past it to Harry's jaded eyes and haunted expressions. He must be pulling off a wonderful act, if the Head of Slytherin, the house he should have been in, didn't notice. He nodded as Hermoine said something to him and he watched as Snape glided into the room, his black cloak swirling behind him. Harry's eyes narrowed as he followed the procession of his teacher into the classroom.
"You will be doing a practical today. Open your text to page 106 and make the potion there. I expect you to be done by the end of class," Snape said in his silky voice, a sneer on his face. Harry looked down at the text and noticed that he was supposed to be making one of the hardest potions he'd ever done. "Oh and you must all work by yourselves. I want to see if you can follow instructions without help," he said, glancing at Hermoine when he said the last part. She had the grace to blush a furious red, just about the color of Ron's hair. She leaned down under the table to her bag to hide her obvious blush.
Harry just nodded and went to work, cutting and slicing the ingredients needed to make the potion. He had read this book over the summer and found it rather easy to remember in what order to add the ingredients. He put them in one at a time, first stirring clockwise then counterclockwise then clockwise again. He added in the last component and smiled to himself. He'd done rather well. He stirred it again, watching as it turned a lovely shade of purple.
"Well, well Mr. Potter. It seems you can do something right for once," said a silky voice behind him. He turned to see Professor Snape.
*** Sorry for the cliffy but hey... I gotta end it somewhere! It's three in the morning here! :)
Harry sat down between Hermoine and Ron, trying to be quiet. They were in Snape's class and knew how he loved to take away points from Gryffindor. Although he shouldn't have been in Gryffindor. Even the Sorting Hat had determined that he shouldn't have been in Gryffindor! He was supposed to be in Slytherin. He wondered how people would've taken it if the Golden Boy of the Wizarding world was sorted into Slytherin. The same house as Voldemort. He mentally chuckled at the thought of seeing all the wizards of the world cringing and shuddering as their last hope went into the same house their worst fear had been in. Lately he'd begun to notice things, things that lent credability to the Sorting Hat's first words: You'd be great in Slytherin. He saw things through a dark window, his friends weren't really his friends. They didn't really know him. No one did. The person that'd be the most likely to know him hated his guts.
Snape. Snape was the head of Slytherin and would recognise his feelings and everything, only Snape was blinded by his Gryffindoric persona. He couldn't see past it to Harry's jaded eyes and haunted expressions. He must be pulling off a wonderful act, if the Head of Slytherin, the house he should have been in, didn't notice. He nodded as Hermoine said something to him and he watched as Snape glided into the room, his black cloak swirling behind him. Harry's eyes narrowed as he followed the procession of his teacher into the classroom.
"You will be doing a practical today. Open your text to page 106 and make the potion there. I expect you to be done by the end of class," Snape said in his silky voice, a sneer on his face. Harry looked down at the text and noticed that he was supposed to be making one of the hardest potions he'd ever done. "Oh and you must all work by yourselves. I want to see if you can follow instructions without help," he said, glancing at Hermoine when he said the last part. She had the grace to blush a furious red, just about the color of Ron's hair. She leaned down under the table to her bag to hide her obvious blush.
Harry just nodded and went to work, cutting and slicing the ingredients needed to make the potion. He had read this book over the summer and found it rather easy to remember in what order to add the ingredients. He put them in one at a time, first stirring clockwise then counterclockwise then clockwise again. He added in the last component and smiled to himself. He'd done rather well. He stirred it again, watching as it turned a lovely shade of purple.
"Well, well Mr. Potter. It seems you can do something right for once," said a silky voice behind him. He turned to see Professor Snape.
*** Sorry for the cliffy but hey... I gotta end it somewhere! It's three in the morning here! :)