Disclaimer: opps I forgot to do this for the first one so here it is.
I do not own Harry Potter or any thing that J.K. Rowling made. Hello if I
did would I be writing this? I don't think so. However I do own any and
all things that are unique in this. Any way have fun reading and please
review.
Chapter 2: Getting to know you
I woke up at 5:30 the next day, on my own, which was a bit weird. I got
up, showered, dressed in baggy girl jeans with my flirt shirt, which was
black with flirt largely written on it with silver glitter. I put on wide
silver hoop earrings in my bottom hole, and black studs in my upper holes,
and a silver dragon cuff, to top it off. I also put on my charm bracelet,
my mothers snake necklace and a snake naval ring on. I kept my short black
hair down, but charmed blue streaks in it. By that time it was 6:30 and I
figured people would soon wake, so I found my way to the.... (What was it
again?.... oh yeah!) Great hall, and went up to Dumbledore. When I got
there he handed me my schedule and a map, then told me which table to sit
at.
When I got there, the only person there was a boy with platinum blonde hair that looked bleached. It was gelled back and looked to be hard as a rock. I figured I might as well sit with him. "Hey, can I sit here?" I asked
"Yeah," he replied, looking confused, "who are you?"
"Sorry, I'm Jessica. I just transferred over from America; I used to live with my mom." I explained.
"Oh.... But what's your last name?" he queried.
"I... don't' really have one right now. My mom changed hers when she moved to America, and I don't know who my father is."
He seemed completely unfazed, and went ahead with another question. "What classes do you have?"
"History, Potions, Transfiguration, DADA, Herbology, Astronomy, and Independent Study."
"Why only one elective, and what's Independent Study?" he said, looking confused.
"Well my mom home schooled me, so I only had those classes and Independent Study is time for me and a teacher to find out who my dad was... or is."
"Ah, well it's about time for the others to come to breakfast, I'll talk to you later.. bye."
"Bye" I said quickly, and at that I got up and headed to the dungeons where my first class was, Potions. When I went in, I saw my teacher at his desk, so I went up to get the introductions out of the way. I noticed he was trying to concoct a new potion. I read his ingredients and exclaimed, "Oh you're making a new cold potion."
He looked up, puzzled, "How did you know?"
"My mom taught me all about potions. She said I came by the knowledge honestly, seeing as how she and my father were excellent at potions."
"And who are you?"
"I'm your new student, the name is Jessica. I just came in last night." I added.
"Right... well, Miss..?"
I explained for the third time since arriving, "Jessica, for right now.. I don't have a last name."
"Ok, Miss, Jessica, why are you here so early?"
"I don't like crowds and I knew I would be pelted with questions if I stayed in the Great Hall. I came down to my first class because I had nothing else to do. Can I help in any way?"
"No... I don't think you can. By the way, where are your robes?"
"Er, I don't have any." I stated.
"What house are you in?"
"Slytherin."
"Ah, well that's good; I'm the Head of House Slytherin." He said with a bit of smile.
"Cool. By the way, it's almost time to add the phoenix feather." I said as I went to sit down.
I skimmed the books that Dumbledore gave me. He said that this weekend he would get me robes, but I don't care. I took out my CD player and CD's. My mother told me muggle things didn't work in the schools, but I made a potion that counteracts that. I took out a CD one of my friends gave me and turned it on as I skimmed my potions book.
'Did it, done it, Mastered it... I had mastered all of these. Oh well, class is going to start.' I turned off my CD player, and put it away. As every one filed in, the blond haired kid from breakfast sat next to me. He was avoiding a girl who had an annoyingly high pitched voice. "Hi Blondie."
"What did you call me?" he asked, with a hint of annoyance.
"Blondie... I don't know your name, so I called you Blondie."
"Oh... sorry. It's Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"Cool name. I like dragons... see?" I said, and showed him my ear cuff.
That was as far as the conversation got, class just started.
"Today we will make the Pensamentos Potion." The teacher said with a sneer, and tone that said he hated the class. It wasn't the man I had met... this was a front.
"Can anyone tell me what the Pensamentos Potion is?"
A hand shot into the air, it belong to a girl with wavy blonde hair. However the teacher never looked at her. "Any of you at all....?"
'Oh well' I thought, as I raised my hand. 'Might as well let them know I'm here.'
"Yes, Miss Jessica?"
"The Pensamentos potion is a potion that lest the drinker hear other people's thoughts. It was created by a Portuguese wizard in 1810. Pensamentos is Portuguese for 'Thought'. It is made from....." I rattled on with the ingredients, and everything else I know about it. From origin to each piece's purpose and from how long its effects last to the creation process. When I finished the room was silent.
"Excellent answer, 50 points to Slytherin." When he said this whispers broke out across the room.
"Silence!" barked the teacher, "Miss Jessica is a transfer student from the states, and is the newest addition to Slytherin. Now I will separate you into pairs, and you will make the potions... Potter, Parkinson... Weasley, Brown... Malfoy, Granger... Longbottom, Jessica...." Said the Teacher. I got up and moved over to a boy who was so terrified he was shaking.
"Hi," I said in a pleasant voice, trying to calm the boy down. "My name is Jessica, what's yours?"
"N-Neville... please don't hurt me...." He begged.
"Why would I hurt you?" I asked, puzzled as to Neville's fright of me.
"Y-you're a-a sly-slytherin!" he stammered.
"Whatever. Let's start. Neville I'm not going to hurt you. Now come here and sit beside me." I said after I got out our ingredients.
"Now... are you ok enough to make a potion?" I queried.
"I'm never ok to make potions... they always come out wrong..."
"Ok then, I'll help you. First relax, take deep breaths... that's good. Now read all of the steps carefully, ok."
"Ok" he said as he read through the steps, starting to calm.
"Now start the potion. Stay relaxed and take it a step at a time... Good!" After about an hour of coaching, the potion was done and perfect.
"Excellent job Jessica." Said Professor Snape, which I found out, was the teacher's name.
"It was all Neville; I just coached him since I mastered this potion last year." At this everyone stared.
"What's your problem?" I asked, addressing the class, "He was only too tense. When he relaxed and took it step by step, he was fine!" And at that, the bell rang.
As I was about to leave when Snape called me back, "Yes?" I asked, not really caring how long it took, I had Independent Study next.
"Did Longbottom actually make that potion?" he questioned.
"Yes, he did fine once he relaxed."
"I saw you skim the book. Have you mastered all of the potions?"
"Yes, actually. My mother always said I was above average, when I came to potions." I explained.
"I know you have Independent Study(IS) now, but how do you feel about being my aid during your potions class and I will give you potions for another IS."
"Sure, if you can get my schedule changed, that would be cool."
"I will, you're dismissed." He said, resuming his cool façade.
When I got there, the only person there was a boy with platinum blonde hair that looked bleached. It was gelled back and looked to be hard as a rock. I figured I might as well sit with him. "Hey, can I sit here?" I asked
"Yeah," he replied, looking confused, "who are you?"
"Sorry, I'm Jessica. I just transferred over from America; I used to live with my mom." I explained.
"Oh.... But what's your last name?" he queried.
"I... don't' really have one right now. My mom changed hers when she moved to America, and I don't know who my father is."
He seemed completely unfazed, and went ahead with another question. "What classes do you have?"
"History, Potions, Transfiguration, DADA, Herbology, Astronomy, and Independent Study."
"Why only one elective, and what's Independent Study?" he said, looking confused.
"Well my mom home schooled me, so I only had those classes and Independent Study is time for me and a teacher to find out who my dad was... or is."
"Ah, well it's about time for the others to come to breakfast, I'll talk to you later.. bye."
"Bye" I said quickly, and at that I got up and headed to the dungeons where my first class was, Potions. When I went in, I saw my teacher at his desk, so I went up to get the introductions out of the way. I noticed he was trying to concoct a new potion. I read his ingredients and exclaimed, "Oh you're making a new cold potion."
He looked up, puzzled, "How did you know?"
"My mom taught me all about potions. She said I came by the knowledge honestly, seeing as how she and my father were excellent at potions."
"And who are you?"
"I'm your new student, the name is Jessica. I just came in last night." I added.
"Right... well, Miss..?"
I explained for the third time since arriving, "Jessica, for right now.. I don't have a last name."
"Ok, Miss, Jessica, why are you here so early?"
"I don't like crowds and I knew I would be pelted with questions if I stayed in the Great Hall. I came down to my first class because I had nothing else to do. Can I help in any way?"
"No... I don't think you can. By the way, where are your robes?"
"Er, I don't have any." I stated.
"What house are you in?"
"Slytherin."
"Ah, well that's good; I'm the Head of House Slytherin." He said with a bit of smile.
"Cool. By the way, it's almost time to add the phoenix feather." I said as I went to sit down.
I skimmed the books that Dumbledore gave me. He said that this weekend he would get me robes, but I don't care. I took out my CD player and CD's. My mother told me muggle things didn't work in the schools, but I made a potion that counteracts that. I took out a CD one of my friends gave me and turned it on as I skimmed my potions book.
'Did it, done it, Mastered it... I had mastered all of these. Oh well, class is going to start.' I turned off my CD player, and put it away. As every one filed in, the blond haired kid from breakfast sat next to me. He was avoiding a girl who had an annoyingly high pitched voice. "Hi Blondie."
"What did you call me?" he asked, with a hint of annoyance.
"Blondie... I don't know your name, so I called you Blondie."
"Oh... sorry. It's Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"Cool name. I like dragons... see?" I said, and showed him my ear cuff.
That was as far as the conversation got, class just started.
"Today we will make the Pensamentos Potion." The teacher said with a sneer, and tone that said he hated the class. It wasn't the man I had met... this was a front.
"Can anyone tell me what the Pensamentos Potion is?"
A hand shot into the air, it belong to a girl with wavy blonde hair. However the teacher never looked at her. "Any of you at all....?"
'Oh well' I thought, as I raised my hand. 'Might as well let them know I'm here.'
"Yes, Miss Jessica?"
"The Pensamentos potion is a potion that lest the drinker hear other people's thoughts. It was created by a Portuguese wizard in 1810. Pensamentos is Portuguese for 'Thought'. It is made from....." I rattled on with the ingredients, and everything else I know about it. From origin to each piece's purpose and from how long its effects last to the creation process. When I finished the room was silent.
"Excellent answer, 50 points to Slytherin." When he said this whispers broke out across the room.
"Silence!" barked the teacher, "Miss Jessica is a transfer student from the states, and is the newest addition to Slytherin. Now I will separate you into pairs, and you will make the potions... Potter, Parkinson... Weasley, Brown... Malfoy, Granger... Longbottom, Jessica...." Said the Teacher. I got up and moved over to a boy who was so terrified he was shaking.
"Hi," I said in a pleasant voice, trying to calm the boy down. "My name is Jessica, what's yours?"
"N-Neville... please don't hurt me...." He begged.
"Why would I hurt you?" I asked, puzzled as to Neville's fright of me.
"Y-you're a-a sly-slytherin!" he stammered.
"Whatever. Let's start. Neville I'm not going to hurt you. Now come here and sit beside me." I said after I got out our ingredients.
"Now... are you ok enough to make a potion?" I queried.
"I'm never ok to make potions... they always come out wrong..."
"Ok then, I'll help you. First relax, take deep breaths... that's good. Now read all of the steps carefully, ok."
"Ok" he said as he read through the steps, starting to calm.
"Now start the potion. Stay relaxed and take it a step at a time... Good!" After about an hour of coaching, the potion was done and perfect.
"Excellent job Jessica." Said Professor Snape, which I found out, was the teacher's name.
"It was all Neville; I just coached him since I mastered this potion last year." At this everyone stared.
"What's your problem?" I asked, addressing the class, "He was only too tense. When he relaxed and took it step by step, he was fine!" And at that, the bell rang.
As I was about to leave when Snape called me back, "Yes?" I asked, not really caring how long it took, I had Independent Study next.
"Did Longbottom actually make that potion?" he questioned.
"Yes, he did fine once he relaxed."
"I saw you skim the book. Have you mastered all of the potions?"
"Yes, actually. My mother always said I was above average, when I came to potions." I explained.
"I know you have Independent Study(IS) now, but how do you feel about being my aid during your potions class and I will give you potions for another IS."
"Sure, if you can get my schedule changed, that would be cool."
"I will, you're dismissed." He said, resuming his cool façade.