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PROGLOGUE
"Today we'll be learning the Sullisa Potion. Now, if it is not done the right way, it could be dangerous," Professor Snape said.
"Not as dangerous as him taking points away from Gryffindor for a correct turn out of the potion," Ron muttered.
Harry snorted.
I frowned. "I know he can be unreasonable…"
Harry held up his hand. "Don't say he has a good reason for it…because he doesn't,"
I raised an eyebrow.
"That wasn't what I was about to say," I said, feeling slightly hurt. "I was about to say 'I know he can be unreasonable. I don't understand why he would take points from a perfectly good potion'."
"Because he's a prat," Ron muttered.
I didn't reply and kept my eyes on my potion.
Professor Snape made his rounds to check on the potions. Naturally, he stopped by Harry's potion, which was the right color. The Sullisa Potion should be a light pink color. It was used for muscle pain.
"Potter, did you hear me specifically state to add only two Lacewing's to the potion?" Professor Snape asked, sternly.
"I did, Professor," Harry replied.
"He did," Ron said. "We saw him."
"Just like his friends to stick up for him. He's so important that he has to have his friends stick up for him," Professor Snape continued, sneering.
"We stick up for him because he did the potion the right way!" I said, angrily getting to my feet.
Professor Snape looked at me startled.
"And you, Miss Know-It-All, are on dangerous grounds," Professor Snape growled.
"You are always picking on Harry even when his Potions are right!" I continued irritably.
"I suggest that you take a seat. But I gathered you knew that already," Professor Snape said.
At that, Harry stood up beside me.
"Don't talk to Hermione that way," Harry growled.
"You are in no position to threaten me, Potter," Professor Snape snarled. "You and that big head think you're high and mighty because you're famous. Well, you aren't. You are no more important than everyone else in this classroom."
"People would enjoy this class better if you weren't such a mean, nasty and cruel teacher high on his own power," Harry replied back narrowing his emerald green eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses.
Professor Snape stood in front of Harry's desk.
I looked at Harry fearfully. I've never heard him talk back to Professor Snape like this. Something was definitely up with him.
Harry glanced at me, then returned his eyes onto Professor Snape.
HARRY.
Hermione was looking at me terrified. I knew she had never heard me talk back to a teacher like this. But I had had it with Professor Snape talking to us like we were meat and nothing more.
My potion was right and he still managed to find fault with it. I knew nothing I did would ever be good enough for him.
"Go to the Headmaster. I would expel you right here and now, but it's not up to me," Professor Snape growled.
I smiled.
"Fine. I wish you weren't the Potions teacher and my life was different,"
I grabbed my book bag and stormed out of the classroom.
I didn't go to Dumbledore, but went to the boys' dorm to take a nap. I ended up sleeping right through dinner and I woke up the next morning to warm sunshine on my face.
I took a deep breath and I could smell the bacon, eggs and sausage floating around the castle. I grinned and headed out of the dorm and common room. I jogged downstairs to the Great Hall. Everyone was up and chatting happily. I spied Ron and Hermione talking at the Gryffindor table. My eyes landed on Hermione. She was laughing at something Ron said. I felt a smile forming on my face. She was really more than a best friend to me and much closer. I loved her. Of course, I couldn't tell her right away.
I headed over to them and sat down beside Hermione.
"Hey guys! What's up?" I asked.
They looked at me like I was crazy.
"Why are you sitting here?" Ron asked.
"I always sit here," I said, confused.
"Correction. You always sit there," Hermione said, stiffly as she gestured to the Slytherin table.
Draco Malfoy was waving at me to go over. I glanced down at my uniform. It had the Slytherin colors. Green and silver.
What the heck is going on here? I thought.
"Why don't you go over to your friends so you can make fun of us?" Ron said, angrily.
"But…" I stammered totally confused. I turned to Hermione. "What's going on?"
"Do you really want to sit with a Mudblood?" Hermione asked. There were tears in her eyes.
"Potter! Get over here!" Malfoy called.
Reluctantly, I stood up and headed over to the Slytherin table. My eyes were locked on the Gryffindor table the entire time.
"What are you doing over there, Potter?" Malfoy asked, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"You never sat with the Gryffindor losers. You don't even know them! Remember yesterday when I called Granger a Mudblood? That was hilarious!" Malfoy said, laughing.
Crabbe and Goyle were laughing too.
I was shocked and I felt sick to my stomach.
What happened? Where is Professor Snape? I thought.
"Have you seen Snape?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Ron and Hermione who were back to talking to each other.
"Snape? Who's Snape?" Crabbe asked.
"The head of our house," I said, slowly.
"The head of our house is Professor Marris," Malfoy replied, eyeing me cautiously. "There was never a Professor Snape."
