Harry awoke to the sensation of repeatedly being shaken back and forth. He
finally opened his eyes to see a frantic Ron trying to arouse him from his
peaceful nights rest.
"Harry! Hurry, we're going to be late for class," Ron's voice was a bit shaken. Harry nodded in agreement and rushed through his clothes to get his robes on. He grabbed his books, cauldron and wand. They raced out of their tower and ran down the hall.
"Which class do we have first?" asked Harry. Ron was panting, his face red from the running.
"Potions," he replied through gasps of breath. Harry almost stopped.
"Isn't that with..." trailed off Harry. They rounded a corner, almost right into the Headmaster.
"We're so sorry Professor, we're going to be late," apologized Harry. Dumbledore gave them a slight wink and let them go past.
"Yes, Potion's with Snape." Harry wanted to block that out; he didn't want to think of what Professor Snape was going to do with them when they arrived. They eventually blew through the Potions door. The class jumped and Snape gave them a look of pure loathing. They sat down next to Hermione who gave them a look.
"Don't sit down next to me," she whined slightly. Harry understood she didn't want to be in the middle of Snape's row at them. It was too late though, he was making his way towards them.
"Late to class I see," he drawled. The two boys sat there panting for air. Snape gave a sigh of frustration and slapped a ruler on the desk. Harry and Ron flinched and looked at him.
"Do you know what I do to students who arrive to my class tardy?" asked the Professor with a smirk on his face. He wrapped his cloak tight around his chest and walked back to the front of the room. It was quiet except for the snickers from Malfoy and his gang.
"Well?" he snapped. Harry looked at Ron for him to answer; Ron swung his head back and forth, pressuring Harry into replying.
"No, sir, we don't." Professor Snape rolled his eyes slightly, which made Malfoy laugh even harder.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, you're lucky I don't give the two of you a weeks detention!" he snapped angrily. There was an audible groan from the Gryffindor's as they shot Harry and Ron angry looks. Harry sunk slightly into his seat. He pulled out his potions book and some parchment. Hermione looked mad but restrained any comments.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," began Professor Snape. "We are going to be studying on how to bewitch the mind, put a stopper and death and so much more." The way he ended his sentence he almost sounded joyful, Harry shook his head. Hardly joyful, he thought.
"Please pull out your books and turn to page four-hundred and thirty- two. Chapter forty-five, we will first be discussing ways to have people tell the truth under any circumstances. We won't be making this complex potion for another few years, but I find it useful to have a discussion over it," The students pulled out their books, Harry flipped through the pages. He noticed a lot of pictures that went with some of the potions. He noticed a picture of a werewolf. He stole a glance at Snape before he read about it.
"Werewolves have been forced to live out their entire lives changing into a gruesome man-wolf being every full moon. Wizards of every era have tried to find potions that could stop it or at least make the transformation less harmful to those changing into the werewolf,"
Harry was intrigued and almost continued to read on until he noticed that Professor Snape was standing over him. A cold look filled the man's dark eyes.
"I believe," he stated coldly. "That I told you to turn to page four- hundred thirty-two. We are going over truth potions, not werewolves." Snape slapped his hand on Harry's book and brought it exactly where they needed to be.
"Here, I think this is the correct page, but I could be wrong. Is it, Potter?" he asked menacingly, Draco couldn't hold it he began to laugh loudly. Snape stood straight up.
"What is so funny, Draco Malfoy?" Draco looked at him and shut his mouth immediately. Snape nodded his head in approval. When Snape turned his back, he looked at Harry, tilted his head upward and gave the indication of a dog howling. Harry clenched his fists in anger and turned away to face Professor Snape.
"That's what I thought. All right, everyone read this chapter. If you happen to finish before we run of out time I want you to start a two thousand-word essay on why this potion is important. Begin." Harry almost groaned but held it back, not wanting another confrontation with Snape. Harry began reading; it was quiet enough for him to hear Draco talking to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Ha, werewolves? I wonder if he is one," he snickered. Crabbe and Goyle laughed loyally. Harry rolled his eyes, all those two guys were, were two guard-dogs heeding Malfoy's every command.
"Pathetic," he whispered to himself. Hermione looked at him, and odd look upon her face.
"Nothing, never-mind." Snape, who had unfortunately heard his whispers but not Draco's clearly audible conversation, looked up at Harry. Harry looked at him uncomfortably and continued reading. Snape gave him a suspicious stare then returned to his parchment. Harry almost fell asleep reading when Hermione had to slightly jab him awake.
"Harry, class is over. Come on." Harry wiped him mouth, embarrassed, and picked up his things. He got up and noticed Ron was waiting for him in the doorway. Just as Harry were about to join Ron he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. The hand grasped him hardly, so hard that it almost hurt. He turned around to face the owner of the hand.
"Potter, if you are ever late to my class again," warned Professor Snape. Harry flinched.
"Just know that I was nice to only take points away. I could have taken both points away, and given you detention. However, seeing as that this is your first day," he said in a drawled voice. Harry gave him a weak smile.
"I understand Professor," he said while backing out of the doorway. Snape began to walk away.
"Come on Ron," said Harry quietly.
"And, oh Potter. If I ever see you sleeping in my class again, you will receive two weeks detention. An additional twenty points subtracted. See you tomorrow," bade the professor. Harry let out a huff of indignity. Snape opened his mouth, then Harry rushed him and Ron out of the room.
"Well that was a lovely first class, we lost our house twenty points!" he said indignantly. Harry nodded in agreement. He wondered why Snape was so mean. He thought that question over for a second, and then reasoned with himself. He was sure he would've been a nicer guy if his dad and his friends hadn't picked on him throughout his school career at Hogwarts. Then Harry thought that over again, from what his dad and Sirius have told him, he probably wouldn't be much different. Ron noticed that Harry was walking in slight daze to the Great Hall. To snap him out of his daydream he lightly hit him. Harry started, and then looked at Ron. He could instantly tell he did it, unfortunately for Ron, being a redhead meant that a red-face was a dead give away.
"And that was for?" asked Harry incredulously. Ron laughed and got in front of Harry. He imagined he must be hungry from such a delightful Potion's class. Harry winced at just the mere memory of the class he only had gotten out of a few minutes ago. He had cost the Gryffindor house forty points. On his first day, his feelings a bit dampened. Harry laughed suddenly, he wondered how many points Sirius and his dad had gotten taken away the first day.
"Come on, we have lunch, then after we get to go flying. It's going to be great!" Harry smiled broadly; he wasn't as excited for food as he was for flying.
"When do we get post anyway?" asked Harry as they entered the Great Hall. He saw that not everyone was eating, just studying our hanging out.
"Usually at lunch." answered Ron. Harry smiled and sat down. There was some sandwiches and drinks there for them. Ron greedily helped himself, eager to eat something. Harry wasn't as hungry, he just wanted to fly but picked up a sandwich to fill his stomach.
"So what was with Snape?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged.
"Bad childhood, I reckon." Laughed Harry, remembering when his dad, Remus, and Sirius would pick on him.
"Yeah! No doubt about that one, Harry." Heard Harry from behind. He looked behind him to see two identical faces.
"Oh yes, poor Snivellus, he got the hexes on him he deserved." said George in a serious tone. Just he said that, he noticed Professor Snape walk by with a smug look on his face. George stiffened slightly and gave Snape a fake smile. When he walked out of hearing range Fred and George sighed in relief and sank down next to Harry and Ron. Fred picked up a sandwich, examined it as if he were searching for some evidence of mischief, when he seemed to be pleased he popped it into his mouth. He chewed it noisily with his mouth open. Ron sent him a reproachful look. He smiled and swallowed the huge chunk of chewed food.
"Hey Fred, George," mumbled Ron through mouthfuls of his sandwich. George laughed.
"Didn't mum ever teach you not to talk with your mouthful?" Harry smiled.
"So how was your first class?" asked Fred. Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. Ron tried to laugh too but in result almost choked on his sandwich. George slapped him on the back in a useless effort to help.
"So tell me Harry, while my dear younger brother over there regains his composure." said Fred as he sat down to pick up a sandwich. Harry looked back at Ron who gave him thumbs up.
"Well, I reckon I slept in because I woke up to Ron shaking me back and forth," George smiled.
"Aw, don't worry about that Harry, he does that all the time!" Ron punched him in the arm and swallowed some juice.
"Yeah, well anyway we raced to Potions, got there late. He subtracted twenty points, which in turn, made the entire house mad at us. Then he had us read a chapter, but it mustn't have been any good because I fell asleep while reading it. But all in all, I think it was great," he said in fake enthusiasm. Fred got back up.
"Don't worry mate," he said as he slapped Harry on the shoulder. "We've cost them two hundred-fifty points at one go. Twenty isn't too much of a dent. You'll gain them back, being a Potter anyway." Fred began walking away. George stood up too.
"Yup, then we'll do something to get them subtracted again!" Harry laughed and shook his head. Ron seemed to have finished his meal, because his mouth was now food free and he picked up his things. Just as Harry were about to go, an owl came flitting past his head.
"Whoa!" yelled Harry as he backed away. Ron went to pick up the letter.
"This is for you," Ron said while handing him the letter. He took it and unrolled it.
"Oh, it's from Sirius and Remus, I didn't say bye at the station." He explained. Harry sat back down and read the letter.
"Dear Harry,
Sorry you had to leave in such a rush, Remus and I caught up with Molly Weasly. Such a nice woman," Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't get to say good-bye, we got there as fast as we could. My friend Tonks, the klutz she is, tripped and broke a vase. The racket woke up my mother. No worries, mate you'll meet her (take it either way, Tonks or my mum. Better, hope you want to meet Tonks.) in time. Although, I'm not sure why any would want to come to my house. Anyway, Remus and I are going to see you as soon as we can. I know Remus wanted to see Dumbledore. I of course want to see your pleasant face." Harry laughed. "Reply as soon as possible; tell as about your first day of classes. Did you happen to meet up with my old friend Snivellus? I'm sure you wouldn't have failed to mention me. (I hope you didn't, I'm sure he wouldn't want to be reminded of his old days at Hogwarts. We all know that Sirius isn't one of his favorite people. Unfortunately is neither James nor I. What else can you expect? – Remus.)
Sirius and Remus."
"I can't wait to write them a letter," said Harry anxiously. Ron smiled and started to head outside.
"Come on, do you want to fly today or what?" asked Ron. Harry was up in a split second.
"What are you talking about? OF COURSE FLYING!" he yelled as he ran outside.
"I reckoned so," muttered Ron with a smile on his face.
a/n: I'm pretty proud of this chapter, it didn't turn out too bad, I apologize for the late entry, I couldn't think of anything. Plus my computer hates me and I hate it, and it wouldn't let me enter the dang entry. :: hits the computer angrily:: BAD COMPUTER. I hope it was semi-worth the wait, lol. Keep reading. Oh right, I don't know if there is a different word for sandwiches, I don't think so (in Britain I mean.) I was reading O.O.T.P and Mrs. Weasly called them sandwiches.
"Harry! Hurry, we're going to be late for class," Ron's voice was a bit shaken. Harry nodded in agreement and rushed through his clothes to get his robes on. He grabbed his books, cauldron and wand. They raced out of their tower and ran down the hall.
"Which class do we have first?" asked Harry. Ron was panting, his face red from the running.
"Potions," he replied through gasps of breath. Harry almost stopped.
"Isn't that with..." trailed off Harry. They rounded a corner, almost right into the Headmaster.
"We're so sorry Professor, we're going to be late," apologized Harry. Dumbledore gave them a slight wink and let them go past.
"Yes, Potion's with Snape." Harry wanted to block that out; he didn't want to think of what Professor Snape was going to do with them when they arrived. They eventually blew through the Potions door. The class jumped and Snape gave them a look of pure loathing. They sat down next to Hermione who gave them a look.
"Don't sit down next to me," she whined slightly. Harry understood she didn't want to be in the middle of Snape's row at them. It was too late though, he was making his way towards them.
"Late to class I see," he drawled. The two boys sat there panting for air. Snape gave a sigh of frustration and slapped a ruler on the desk. Harry and Ron flinched and looked at him.
"Do you know what I do to students who arrive to my class tardy?" asked the Professor with a smirk on his face. He wrapped his cloak tight around his chest and walked back to the front of the room. It was quiet except for the snickers from Malfoy and his gang.
"Well?" he snapped. Harry looked at Ron for him to answer; Ron swung his head back and forth, pressuring Harry into replying.
"No, sir, we don't." Professor Snape rolled his eyes slightly, which made Malfoy laugh even harder.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, you're lucky I don't give the two of you a weeks detention!" he snapped angrily. There was an audible groan from the Gryffindor's as they shot Harry and Ron angry looks. Harry sunk slightly into his seat. He pulled out his potions book and some parchment. Hermione looked mad but restrained any comments.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," began Professor Snape. "We are going to be studying on how to bewitch the mind, put a stopper and death and so much more." The way he ended his sentence he almost sounded joyful, Harry shook his head. Hardly joyful, he thought.
"Please pull out your books and turn to page four-hundred and thirty- two. Chapter forty-five, we will first be discussing ways to have people tell the truth under any circumstances. We won't be making this complex potion for another few years, but I find it useful to have a discussion over it," The students pulled out their books, Harry flipped through the pages. He noticed a lot of pictures that went with some of the potions. He noticed a picture of a werewolf. He stole a glance at Snape before he read about it.
"Werewolves have been forced to live out their entire lives changing into a gruesome man-wolf being every full moon. Wizards of every era have tried to find potions that could stop it or at least make the transformation less harmful to those changing into the werewolf,"
Harry was intrigued and almost continued to read on until he noticed that Professor Snape was standing over him. A cold look filled the man's dark eyes.
"I believe," he stated coldly. "That I told you to turn to page four- hundred thirty-two. We are going over truth potions, not werewolves." Snape slapped his hand on Harry's book and brought it exactly where they needed to be.
"Here, I think this is the correct page, but I could be wrong. Is it, Potter?" he asked menacingly, Draco couldn't hold it he began to laugh loudly. Snape stood straight up.
"What is so funny, Draco Malfoy?" Draco looked at him and shut his mouth immediately. Snape nodded his head in approval. When Snape turned his back, he looked at Harry, tilted his head upward and gave the indication of a dog howling. Harry clenched his fists in anger and turned away to face Professor Snape.
"That's what I thought. All right, everyone read this chapter. If you happen to finish before we run of out time I want you to start a two thousand-word essay on why this potion is important. Begin." Harry almost groaned but held it back, not wanting another confrontation with Snape. Harry began reading; it was quiet enough for him to hear Draco talking to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Ha, werewolves? I wonder if he is one," he snickered. Crabbe and Goyle laughed loyally. Harry rolled his eyes, all those two guys were, were two guard-dogs heeding Malfoy's every command.
"Pathetic," he whispered to himself. Hermione looked at him, and odd look upon her face.
"Nothing, never-mind." Snape, who had unfortunately heard his whispers but not Draco's clearly audible conversation, looked up at Harry. Harry looked at him uncomfortably and continued reading. Snape gave him a suspicious stare then returned to his parchment. Harry almost fell asleep reading when Hermione had to slightly jab him awake.
"Harry, class is over. Come on." Harry wiped him mouth, embarrassed, and picked up his things. He got up and noticed Ron was waiting for him in the doorway. Just as Harry were about to join Ron he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. The hand grasped him hardly, so hard that it almost hurt. He turned around to face the owner of the hand.
"Potter, if you are ever late to my class again," warned Professor Snape. Harry flinched.
"Just know that I was nice to only take points away. I could have taken both points away, and given you detention. However, seeing as that this is your first day," he said in a drawled voice. Harry gave him a weak smile.
"I understand Professor," he said while backing out of the doorway. Snape began to walk away.
"Come on Ron," said Harry quietly.
"And, oh Potter. If I ever see you sleeping in my class again, you will receive two weeks detention. An additional twenty points subtracted. See you tomorrow," bade the professor. Harry let out a huff of indignity. Snape opened his mouth, then Harry rushed him and Ron out of the room.
"Well that was a lovely first class, we lost our house twenty points!" he said indignantly. Harry nodded in agreement. He wondered why Snape was so mean. He thought that question over for a second, and then reasoned with himself. He was sure he would've been a nicer guy if his dad and his friends hadn't picked on him throughout his school career at Hogwarts. Then Harry thought that over again, from what his dad and Sirius have told him, he probably wouldn't be much different. Ron noticed that Harry was walking in slight daze to the Great Hall. To snap him out of his daydream he lightly hit him. Harry started, and then looked at Ron. He could instantly tell he did it, unfortunately for Ron, being a redhead meant that a red-face was a dead give away.
"And that was for?" asked Harry incredulously. Ron laughed and got in front of Harry. He imagined he must be hungry from such a delightful Potion's class. Harry winced at just the mere memory of the class he only had gotten out of a few minutes ago. He had cost the Gryffindor house forty points. On his first day, his feelings a bit dampened. Harry laughed suddenly, he wondered how many points Sirius and his dad had gotten taken away the first day.
"Come on, we have lunch, then after we get to go flying. It's going to be great!" Harry smiled broadly; he wasn't as excited for food as he was for flying.
"When do we get post anyway?" asked Harry as they entered the Great Hall. He saw that not everyone was eating, just studying our hanging out.
"Usually at lunch." answered Ron. Harry smiled and sat down. There was some sandwiches and drinks there for them. Ron greedily helped himself, eager to eat something. Harry wasn't as hungry, he just wanted to fly but picked up a sandwich to fill his stomach.
"So what was with Snape?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged.
"Bad childhood, I reckon." Laughed Harry, remembering when his dad, Remus, and Sirius would pick on him.
"Yeah! No doubt about that one, Harry." Heard Harry from behind. He looked behind him to see two identical faces.
"Oh yes, poor Snivellus, he got the hexes on him he deserved." said George in a serious tone. Just he said that, he noticed Professor Snape walk by with a smug look on his face. George stiffened slightly and gave Snape a fake smile. When he walked out of hearing range Fred and George sighed in relief and sank down next to Harry and Ron. Fred picked up a sandwich, examined it as if he were searching for some evidence of mischief, when he seemed to be pleased he popped it into his mouth. He chewed it noisily with his mouth open. Ron sent him a reproachful look. He smiled and swallowed the huge chunk of chewed food.
"Hey Fred, George," mumbled Ron through mouthfuls of his sandwich. George laughed.
"Didn't mum ever teach you not to talk with your mouthful?" Harry smiled.
"So how was your first class?" asked Fred. Harry rolled his eyes and laughed. Ron tried to laugh too but in result almost choked on his sandwich. George slapped him on the back in a useless effort to help.
"So tell me Harry, while my dear younger brother over there regains his composure." said Fred as he sat down to pick up a sandwich. Harry looked back at Ron who gave him thumbs up.
"Well, I reckon I slept in because I woke up to Ron shaking me back and forth," George smiled.
"Aw, don't worry about that Harry, he does that all the time!" Ron punched him in the arm and swallowed some juice.
"Yeah, well anyway we raced to Potions, got there late. He subtracted twenty points, which in turn, made the entire house mad at us. Then he had us read a chapter, but it mustn't have been any good because I fell asleep while reading it. But all in all, I think it was great," he said in fake enthusiasm. Fred got back up.
"Don't worry mate," he said as he slapped Harry on the shoulder. "We've cost them two hundred-fifty points at one go. Twenty isn't too much of a dent. You'll gain them back, being a Potter anyway." Fred began walking away. George stood up too.
"Yup, then we'll do something to get them subtracted again!" Harry laughed and shook his head. Ron seemed to have finished his meal, because his mouth was now food free and he picked up his things. Just as Harry were about to go, an owl came flitting past his head.
"Whoa!" yelled Harry as he backed away. Ron went to pick up the letter.
"This is for you," Ron said while handing him the letter. He took it and unrolled it.
"Oh, it's from Sirius and Remus, I didn't say bye at the station." He explained. Harry sat back down and read the letter.
"Dear Harry,
Sorry you had to leave in such a rush, Remus and I caught up with Molly Weasly. Such a nice woman," Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't get to say good-bye, we got there as fast as we could. My friend Tonks, the klutz she is, tripped and broke a vase. The racket woke up my mother. No worries, mate you'll meet her (take it either way, Tonks or my mum. Better, hope you want to meet Tonks.) in time. Although, I'm not sure why any would want to come to my house. Anyway, Remus and I are going to see you as soon as we can. I know Remus wanted to see Dumbledore. I of course want to see your pleasant face." Harry laughed. "Reply as soon as possible; tell as about your first day of classes. Did you happen to meet up with my old friend Snivellus? I'm sure you wouldn't have failed to mention me. (I hope you didn't, I'm sure he wouldn't want to be reminded of his old days at Hogwarts. We all know that Sirius isn't one of his favorite people. Unfortunately is neither James nor I. What else can you expect? – Remus.)
Sirius and Remus."
"I can't wait to write them a letter," said Harry anxiously. Ron smiled and started to head outside.
"Come on, do you want to fly today or what?" asked Ron. Harry was up in a split second.
"What are you talking about? OF COURSE FLYING!" he yelled as he ran outside.
"I reckoned so," muttered Ron with a smile on his face.
a/n: I'm pretty proud of this chapter, it didn't turn out too bad, I apologize for the late entry, I couldn't think of anything. Plus my computer hates me and I hate it, and it wouldn't let me enter the dang entry. :: hits the computer angrily:: BAD COMPUTER. I hope it was semi-worth the wait, lol. Keep reading. Oh right, I don't know if there is a different word for sandwiches, I don't think so (in Britain I mean.) I was reading O.O.T.P and Mrs. Weasly called them sandwiches.