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A/N- Yeah just been fixing a few chapters. E.D.J.

Ch. 6- The Potions Professor

Lily Evans whispered, "I hope those Slytherins aren't all bad," as she and Emmeline walked down the slimy steps to the dungeons where Potions lessons were held.

"Doubtful," said Emmeline, opening the classroom door. "They're said to be a nasty lot..."

She stopped, staring at the scene inside the classroom. Lily stepped around her and saw James Potter, his friend Black, and Remus Lupin pointing their wands at a smirking hook-nosed boy who began to utter a curse, but then Lily ran between the boys.

"No! Stop that you idiots!" she yelled.

The boys stared warily at Lily, but kept their wands at the ready.

"Honestly!" she said, giving a large sigh. "Fighting like kids in primary school. Though they don't have wands..." She trailed off and glared at the boys.

The hook-nosed boy spoke first.

"Primary school?" he said, his lip curling in disgust, "You must be a Muggle-born. Well, I don't take orders from filthy Mudbloods. Now step aside!"

"Oy!" said James angrily. "That's a bit too far for our liking. You'll pay for that!"

He raised his wand, but just then, the Potions teacher stepped into the room.

"Why aren't you sitting, ready for class?" she asked indignantly, "Really Severus, I'd have expected better from someone in my House! Five points from Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

"Wow from her own House," whispered the seated students as the others sat down quietly and everyone took out their Potions things.

"Welcome to Potions," said the teacher, giving a smile, but it didn't extend to her eyes, which remained cold and icy blue. "I am Professor Azalea Wolcosh, the Potions Mistress."

The students stared, gaping at the Professor who glared back at them. She was very pretty, wearing dark green robes and with her black hair done up in an elegant bun, but Professor Wolcosh gave off an air of complete and utter authority and power.

A few students gulped worriedly as the room sat in silence.

"Today we will be making a potion with a similar effect as the Curse of the Bogies though it is much more simple than the curse," said Professor Wolcosh, breaking the silence. "This potion will cause the victim to contract a terrible cold, which stays on until they are given the antidote. This potion cannot only be drunken, but even contact with the skin will cause you to contract this cold. So I would advise you to keep your fingers out of your cauldrons."

She then waved her wand and instructions appeared on the board. "Please begin. If you have problems or questions, please don't hesitate to ask me."

Though the look on her face said, "You'd better understand this because I will be furious with any student who disturbs me."

The students quickly began getting their potion ingredients out and lighting fires beneath their cauldrons.

"Oh I'll kill that Snape!" muttered Sirius half an hour later as he added a clump of hellebore to his potion, which turned a sickly yellow color.

"I'm done here!" called Snape loudly from the other side of the room.

"Nasty git," whispered James, adding a few drops of Stinksap to his potion.

"Someone ought to teach him a lesson," muttered Remus, his eyes on the smirking Snape. "That was an awful thing he called Lily."

"I'll do it!" said Sirius, standing up.

"No Sirius!" squeaked Peter nervously. "You'll get in trouble!"

"Does this look like the face of a troublemaker?" asked Sirius, a wide-eyed look of innocence on his face.

James snorted loudly.

"No..." said Peter uncertainly.

"Exactly," said Sirius, striding off toward Snape.

"What do you suppose he'll do?" wondered Peter.

Just then, everyone turned around as they heard a loud crash and a yelp of pain. Snape was covered in his potion, his cauldron lying dented on the ground.

"What happened?" asked Professor Wolcosh angrily, striding over to the table where Snape stood.

Snape opened his mouth and sneezed loudly in the Professor's face.

"Ugh!" she screeched, wiping her face with the end of her robes, "Twenty points from Slytherin, Severus!"

"Black...he...achoo!" said Snape, slightly sniveling over losing even more House points.

"Mr. Black, what did you do?!" shrieked Professor Wolcosh.

"I merely tripped on the hem of my robes and accidentally bumped into Severus," said Sirius, the look of innocence playing across his face. "Then he stumbled into the table and his cauldron tipped off."

"Alright!" said Professor Wolcosh loudly over Snape's sneezes. "Did anyone else get splashed with the potion? Raise your hand!"

No one raised their hand, so Professor Wolcosh said, "Mr Snape, please go to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey shall give you the antidote. Go! Mr Crabbe, accompany him!"

Snape followed by Victor Crabbe stumbled out of the room and out of sight.

"Back to work!" said Professor Wolcosh angrily.

Sirius came back over to his friends, grinningbroadly."Good enough for you?"

"Excellent," said James, grinning.

"What did you do?" asked Remus with a low chuckle.

"Oh I knocked his cauldron over so the potion would go all over him," Sirius said, laughing.

"So you didn't trip on your robes?" asked Peter, confused.

"Of course not!" said Sirius, sighing at Peter's slowness, "I just made that up so she wouldn't think I did it on purpose."

"And you got her to take even more points from Slytherin!" exclaimed James, his face filled with glee.

He said in a high voice, "Twenty points from Slytherin Severus for sneezing in my ugly face! Now no sniveling!" You could tell James had no great liking for Professor Wolcosh.

"Sniveling eh?" said Sirius, a thoughtful look on his face. "Severus-Snivellus. Perfect."

Yeah, yeah yeah, annoyingly short, but I think I'm going to fix Ch. 7 and Ch. 8 and then combined them!!! Fun fun fun! E.D.J.