Hey! Sorry I took so long. I was writing other stories, but here it is finally...Chapter three.

Chapter Three

Double Potions and Dolls

"Quiet down all of you." Snape charged into the room looking as if he's rather be anywhere else in the world. He didn't need to tell the students though. Professor Snape had a commanding presence that always made the students silent; not out of respect, but out of fear.

"I see we have a new student with us." Snape spat out contemptuously, his eyes piercing into Evelyn's. Evelyn took a sharp breath, but stared unblinking back at him. "Yes, my name is Eve-"

"I know who you are, Miss Whitman." He retorted. He then pivoted around and walked up to the front of the classroom. "Today, we will be doing a Remembrance Potion. This is a not a difficult potion, but if done incorrectly," he stared at Neville, "will make the drinker very...ill." His lips curled as he flashed his eyes over Harry. "The ingredients," he waved his wand, "are on the board." Sliver words appeared on the board behind him. "Now, begin!" Snape yelled as he sat down at his desk and watched the students with the eyes of a hawk.

"Wow, he really is frightening, isn't he?" Evelyn whispered

"You have no idea, Evie."

"Absolutely no idea."

They looked at the ingredients on the board and began working in silence. Snape had decided to get up and walk around the room. He finally stopped in the front again. "By now, your potions should be dark blue." Harry looked at his. It was purple, but it was a lot better than Ron's, whose potion was the exact same color as his hair and smelled like roast beef. Hermione's, of course, was a deep navy blue. Evelyn's had turned a forest green, while Neville was- was dark blue?

Snape walked up and down the isles, checking potions. He stopped at Malloy's and gave him a pat on the back. "Good work, Mr. Malfoy." Malfoy smirked across the room at Harry, as Snape made his way to Neville's.

"Well, I see you haven't completely screwed this up, Mr. Longbottom." Neville smiled. It was his first smile in potions ever.

"No doubt you had help with this. Five points from Gryffindor." Neville's smile vanished. "But-but Professor, I didn't have any help." Snape stared at him.

"That's another five points for telling lies. I suggest you stop talking or I may have the pleasure of taking an even fifty from you today." Neville gulped, but said no more. Harry could practically feel Malfoy's smirk.

"Now, because we have a double period and this only took up half of it, you'll be testing your potions today." Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Granger." He sneered.

"Um, Professor? You said this potion could make you ill. Wouldn't it be harmful if some one were to drink an incorrect potion?"

"Miss Granger, if they prepare the potion incorrectly, it will not kill them. Maim them perhaps, but not kill them." He again stared at Harry and his violet potion.

"Now everyone, I want you to come up and drink your potion in the front of the class." Some students gulped. Neville emitted a loud "Eep!" The rest of the class was stone silent.

"Mr. Malfoy, why don't you go first." Malfoy smirked as he elegantly stood up and walked to the front of the class carrying a small vial of dark blue liquid. He drained it in one gulp and his eyes went hazy for a moment.

"Well?" Snape inquired.

"I-"He lit up. "Snuggles!" I remember where he is!" Ron snorted into his cauldron.

"Snuggles?" Malfoy stared at the class and realizing what he had just said, turned a bright shade of red and hurriedly sat down at his seat. Everyone was trying very hard not to laugh, but Ron, who was on the floor, clutching his stomach because he was laughing so hard.

"Mr. Weasley. You're next." The class quieted down as Ron looked up from his position on the ground and slowly struggled to his feet. His potion in his hand, he dawdled up to the front. "Bottoms up." He stated as he downed the potion.

There was a moment of silence. Then, "I-uh...wow. Look at all the pretty lights!" He said just before he collapsed onto the ground, clearly unconscious. The Slytherins burst into laughter. Snape stared at the red-headed boy on the floor. "Will some one take him to the infirmary? He's drooling on my floor. The Slytherins began laughing even more as Harry and Hermione rushed over to Ron and carried him out of the dungeon.

Mr. Longbottom, I believe it will be your turn now." Snape was grinning wildly. Neville gulped and staggered to the front of the room. He looked ghostly pale as he brought the vial to his lips and drank.

Neville leaned against the table, out of breath. "My charms essay!" He yelled. "It's in my trunk!" He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Sit down, Longbottom!" Snape growled.

At lunch Harry and Hermione came back to class holding up a rather weak looking Ron.

"Hello Evie. What did we miss in the rest of Potions?" Hermione asked. Before Evelyn could respond, Dean broke in.

"Three people turned orange, and Goyle spouted butterfly wings!" Harry snorted into his pumpkin juice. Ron sighed. "I wish I had been there to see it. Goyle with butterfly wings...priceless."

They returned to the Gryffindor common room to get their books and headed to their DADA class. When they got there, a pretty witch with purple hair was sitting at her desk looking at the entering students. She smiled when Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Evelyn walked in and took seats at the front. On the board in front of them were three words written in curly purple letters: Professor Ariana Huffington.

"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. As you can see from the board, I am Professor Huffington and I will be your teacher here." She stared inquisitively at the students, but nobody said anything. Evelyn, however, was giving her the thumbs up sign.

"I wonder why she's doing that." Harry thought to himself. But Professor Huffington began to speak again.

Now, I understand you didn't have a very good teacher last year." Seamus snorted. "That's the understatement of the year." Some of the students giggled, including Professor Huffington. "Well, I guess we have a lot to cover this year. Let's start with Image Magic. Can anyone tell what that is? Hermione's hand shot into the air.

"Yes, Miss Whitman." Hermione looked over to the girl next to her. Evelyn was lowering her hand as she started speaking.

"Image Magic is one of the oldest and most widely practiced forms of black magic, in which a drawing or a clay or wax model of the intended victim is created and them purposefully harmed or destroyed."

Professor Huffington smiled. "Very good Miss Whitman. Now, any damage inflicted on the model – also know as an effigy – is supposed to hurt the victim as well. Today, we're going to be making these." The students were wide-eyed. Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss-"

"Granger. If these dolls got into the wrong hands, we could die!" The students stared at her.

"I'm well aware of that, Miss Ganger. I suggest everyone keep these safe as long as we're working on this subject and at the end, you'll give them back to me. There is a special way to destroy theses dolls without anybody getting hurt. I'm sure that's all right with you , Miss Granger."

"Yes, ma'am."

They spent the rest of the class trying to make dolls of their partners; nobody succeeded in it, except Hermione. Those elf clothes she knitted last year helped with her skills.

Everyone was packing up to go when Professor Huffington called out, "Twelve inches on the history of image magic! Oh, and Miss Whitman, can I see you after class?" Evelyn gave a look to her new friends and walked over to the desk. Ron and Hermione were about to go, when Harry pulled on Ron's robes.

"Harry, what the bloody hell-?" Harry put a finger to his lips. And then pointed inside the classroom. Ron and Hermione glanced at what Harry was pointing at.

Ooohh...what could it be? Well, you'll just have to wait and find out when I write chapter four. Please Review!