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I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get up, but it was my birthday and now I'm sick and I was just busy. But here it is!
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"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" A teacher largely resembling and overgrown bat said, looking down at Trill and Ginny. "Students out of bed in the middle of night. School hasn't even started yet! You two sure have set the record. What house are you two in, consequentially?" he asked.
"We're in Gryffindor, sir. We were looking for the Owlery so we could send a letter. But we got lost." Ginny started explaining very quickly.
"I didn't ask what you were doing. I asked what house you're in. Now I must ask your names." The man said.
"I'm Trill Potter, and this is Ginny Weasley." Trill said, introducing them. An evil smile spread across the man's face as he heard their names.
"Well Ms. Potter and Ms. Weasley, I am Professor Snape, the Potions Master. If it were up to me you two would be in detention for a month and-" The man called Snape was cut off.
"However, Professor, they are not. They are in my house. And I will deal with them as I feel like." Professor McGonagall said, coming down the marble staircase.
"You two, come with me please." McGonagall said, beckoning to the two girls. They ran up the stairs to catch up with the Transfiguration teacher, in a hurry to get away from the creepy Potions Master. They followed Professor McGonagall all the way to her office.
"Now girls, have you been told that you aren't allowed to wander the halls at night?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously. The girls shook their heads no.
"Well it is a serious thing that is punished severely. However, if you two didn't know, I'm willing to be a bit lenient with punishments. I shall give you both detentions and ten points from Gryffindor, each. The girls looked scandalized.
"Please, Professor, we didn't do anything wrong! We were trying to find the Owlery to send a letter, and Harry wouldn't tell us where it was, and then we got lost so we tried to find our way down to the Entrance Hall, because we knew how to get to Gryffindor Tower from there." Trill said very quickly.
"I understand, but you still must be punished for wandering the halls at night, even if you didn't know." Professor McGonagall said kindly. "I shall escort you back to Gryffindor Tower, to ensure you don't get lost again."
McGonagall did escort them back and the fell into their beds exhausted.
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"GET UP!" was all that could be heard in the quiet dormitory before war began. Trill and Ginny were woken up at 8:30 by Haille, Emily, and Hermione bombarding them with pillows.
"Screw you." Trill mumbled into her pillow. Haille jumped on her.
"Get up or you won't get breakfast." Trill rolled over.
"Why won't I get breakfast?" she asked.
"Because classes start in half an hour." Emily answered.
"What?" Ginny cried, jumping out of bed.
"Holy crap, why didn't you wake us earlier?" Trill cried getting dressed hurriedly.
"We thought you'd get up on your own. Apparently not." Hermione said. Finally Trill and Ginny were ready. Their hair was simply pulled back into ponytails because they didn't have time to do anything else with it. They grabbed their bookbags and booked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. They plunked themselves down with Harry, Ron, Logan, and Leo, and grabbed toast.
"Somebody sleep in?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised at his sister and her friend.
"Yeah well, we didn't get to bed until late, so shut up." Trill growled at her brother through a mouthful of toast.
"Why did you go to bed late?" Logan asked, handing the girls their timetables.
"And we never did get to send our letter." The girls finished their story. The rest of the kids just looked at them.
"Tell me again how you described Snape?" Harry requested as he laughed.
"An overgrown bat. Why?" Trill asked as the older kids started laughing again..
"Striking resemblance. Watch out for him. He hates us." Harry warned.
"Why?" Trill asked innocently.
"He and Dad hated each– no let me fix that – hate each other. They did all through school. Did Dad, Padfoot, or Moony never tell you any stories about 'Snivellus'?" Harry asked.
"No. Mum always told me stories." Trill replied, grabbing another piece of toast.
"Ah, well, that would be why. Apparently she never liked the way The Marauders treated him. Dad always did make sure she was out of earshot before telling me the stories." Harry said.
"Does he hate you guys too?" Trill asked Emily and Haille.
"That man hates everybody, I swear. But yes he hates us. But nowhere near as much as he hates Harry. Beware the large bat, Trill." Haille said solemnly.
"When do you have Potions?" Emily asked.
"First." Trill said, consulting her timetable.
"Hmm. Have fun with that. Try not to talk back first day like I did. Deepens the loathing." Harry said, patting Trill's shoulder as he got up from the table.
"Well I suppose we should head off, then?" Harry said to the group. They all nodded and abandoned the table, setting off for first class.
"Tough luck you guys, destined to be hated." Ginny said to Trill and Logan as the four first years walked down towards the dungeons.
"Yeah well, we'll just have to work hard, to show we're not like our parents." Logan said.
"Who said we're not like our parents!" Trill asked, offended.
"What, you want to be an arrogant prat that jinxes everything that can walk?" Logan asked amazed. Trill stopped and glared at him.
"Wow, I'm scared." Logan said sarcastically. "But really, Prongs was an arrogant prat that jinxed everything for fun." Trill had her wand out, but, not knowing any magic she just walked up to him and slapped him square across the face, leaving a large red welt on his cheek. Everyone's eyes widened as Trill stalked off down the hall and stood outside the potions room, fuming. Ginny walked over to her.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." Ginny said in an undertone.
"Yes I did. That wanker! Jeez. I grew up with him. He's a Mini Marauder. His parents are my parents, and mine are his. That's the way it's always worked, with all of the Marauders. I don't get it. I mean, sure my Dad did some things he shouldn't have, and he was a bit arrogant, but he matured! Everyone does. And my Mum sure wasn't and arrogant prat. She hated my Dad for so long. My Mum was always mature. Logan has no right to call him Prongs." Trill said, her eyes bright with unshed tears. She would've kept talking but the doors to the dungeon opened.
Professor Snape did roll call first. He paused at Trill's and Logan's names, his eyes gleaming, but he didn't say anything.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." He began after roll call. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
Professor Snape officially had many of the kids scared. Trill looked around the room. Many of the kids had a look on their face that showed they wanted to excel in this class.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"The Draught of the Living Death, sir." Trill answered immediately.
"Weasley! Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked.
"I'd look in the store cupboard, sir." Ginny answered politely. She clearly had no idea where a bezoar came from.
"10 points from Gryffindor for cheek, Ms. Weasley. Lupin! What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked, his lip curling. Trill's head snapped over to Logan who was on the other side of Leo. His face had paled considerably.
"There is no difference, sir. It is the same plant. It is also known as Aconite." Logan said in a colourless voice.
After this, Snape set them in pairs, and had them start making a simple potion to cure boils. Trill was paired with Logan.
"Best to keep the Marauders together?" Snape suggested cruelly as he paired them. The two kids just looked at each other before working together to get their stuff ready.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I said, Trill. Prongs isn't an arrogant prat." Logan said as he crushed snake fangs.
"I forgive you, Logan." Trill said. There was an awkward silence.
"He knows, doesn't he?" Trill asked quietly. Logan just nodded, a pained expression on his face.
"I'm not sure if he was trying to threaten me or not, though." Logan said, looking very confused.
"Well, let's not think about it now. Let's just make a perfect potion, and then he can't hate us." Trill said forcefully. Logan nodded and dumped his crushed snake fangs into their bubbling cauldron.
By the end of the lesson their potion looked exactly like the textbook said it should. When Snape swept past, looking at everyone's potions, he just looked down his hooked nose and walked away. He didn't have any criticism for their potion. Logan and Trill left potions in exceptionally good moods. Ginny and Leo however managed create a potion that smelled of rotten eggs and was the consistency of glue. They were reasonably grumpy as they headed down the lawns for Herbology.
In Herbology they learned about safety and then they got to replant some saplings. Everybody enjoyed the work, getting as dirty as possible. After Herbology was lunch. The four walked up to the Great Hall smiling, dirt all over them. They sat down next to Haille, Emily, Harry, and Ron.
"Herbology?" Harry asked Trill. Trill smiled and nodded.
"How was potions?" Haille asked.
"Potions was great." Trill said. All four of the older students dropped their forks and stared at Trill.
"Great? How was it great?" Harry asked.
"Trill and I had the best potion in the class." Logan said proudly.
"What about you two? How was your potion?" Ron asked Ginny and Leo. They just glared at him.
"Not so well, I'm guessing." Emily said picking up her fork and continuing to eat.
"It smelled like rotten eggs with the consistency of glue. What do you think?" Ginny said moodily. Ron winced.
"Wow. That's harsh." Hermione said, sitting down next to Leo.
"How was Herbology?" Hermione asked, eyeing her brother's dirty face.
"Oh Herbology was great. There's nothing better than playing in the dirt." Leo said enthusiastically.
"Except Herbology isn't 'playing in the dirt'. Wait 'til you get into the harder plants." Haille said seriously.
"Yes well. We've got Transfiguration and Charms this afternoon. What are those classes like?" Trill asked looking at her timetable.
"Transfiguration is tough. You really have to concentrate." Hermione warned.
"Charms is fun." Harry said.
"Okay, then I won't worry that much then." Trill said as she went back to eating her lunch.
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"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said. " Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." She then turned her desk into a pig and back again. Trill was amazed and couldn't wait to get started. But when Professor McGonagall placed a match in front of her and instructed them on turning it into a needle, she was quite disappointed.
"I want to turn my desk into a pig." Trill complained to Ginny quietly as they were left to transfigure their matches.
"Yeah, well, good luck with that. Just work on your match." Ginny said as she tried to transfigure her match. Trill pointed her wand at her match and said the incantation. Her match turned silver! But it was still a match. Trill tried again: It went pointy!
"Guys, look!" Trill exclaimed, showing her friends her newly made needle.
"How'd you do that?" Ginny asked angrily. Her match was still just that: a match.
"Look, I did it too!" Leo said happily from the other side of Logan.
"Professor, could we have another match please?" Leo asked.
"What did you do to your first one?" Professor McGonagall asked angrily.
"We turned them into needles." Trill replied shyly. Professor McGonagall looked amazed. Trill and Leo showed her their needles.
"Look, class. See how Ms. Potter and Mr. Granger have made their matches all silver and pointy? That's what I want. Ten points to Gryffindor each!" Professor McGonagall said happily as she placed more matches in front of the two. By the end of the class Trill and Leo had about twenty needles each. Ginny had managed to vanish her match and Logan's had caught fire.
In Charms they were told to levitate a feather. All four managed to excel in this. They had their feathers in the air within fifteen minutes. They all left Charms with smiles on their face.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Haille, and Emily came to the Great Hall for dinner after the first years. They didn't appear to be in very good moods.
"What's up guys? Why the long faces?" Ginny asked.
"We just had potions." Haille said bluntly.
"That bad, eh?" Leo asked. The wide eyed nods he received were answers enough.
"I'm not even going to ask." Trill stated.
"How was Transfiguration and Charms?" Emily asked.
"Both were great for me. I transfigured many matches into needles. And we all levitated feathers really fast in Charms." Trill said happily.
"I managed to vanish my match." Ginny said half heartedly.
"Mine caught fire." Logan said excitedly.
"Making things catch fire isn't something to be proud of, Lo." Emily scolded. The rest of the kids in second year were looking at Hermione who was blushing profusely. The portable fires she had conjured the year before were infamous.
"I still can't believe my little sister is good a Potions." Harry said incredulously over his soup.
"Better believe it! But if you think about it, it's not that surprising. I mean, look at my cookies." Trill said with a smile.
"Cookies?" Leo asked.
"When Trill got bored, she baked. She makes the best cookies I've ever had!" Emily said.
"And Potions isn't that far from baking when you think about it." Haille added.
"No, it's not. Did you keep any of the needles you made in Transfiguration, Leo?" Hermione asked. Leo nodded and pulled the needles out of his pocket and handed them to his sister.
"These are nice, Leo. Not a bend in them! How are yours, Trill?" Hermione asked, holding Leo's needles up to the light.
"Mine are okay, but Leo's are shinier." Trill said.
"Who cares about shiny? I couldn't transfigure anything for a long time when I first started." Ron said.
"Can you transfigure anything now?" Haille asked skeptically.
"Yes I can." Ron said proudly.
"Prove it." Emily said, taking one of her brother's needles and transfiguring it back into a match. She handed it to Ron. "Turn this back into a needle." Ron took the match. He pointed his wand at the match and said the incantation.
BOOM
Ron's spell had exploded the match sending them all flying backwards from the table.
"Are you kids all right?" Professor McGonagall asked. She had come running from the staff table at the first sign of the explosion.
"I think so." Logan said as he pulled himself up off of the floor. A groan came from a pile of red hair. Ginny, Ron, and Trill had all landed on top of each other.
"Trill, you elbowed me in the eye." Ginny complained as she pushed Trill off of her.
"Good, now we match." Trill groaned as she sat up on her knees looking at Ginny's blooming black eye.
"You guys broke my wand." Ron said faintly from the floor. He was lying there on his back staring at his broken wand. The tip was barely hanging on.
"You'll need to get that fixed, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall stated.
"Clearly." Haille muttered to Emily.
"Is everyone else alright?" Professor McGonagall asked briskly.
"Looks like it." Harry said, looking around at his friends.
"Well then, I'd suggest you go clean up. You look like you've been in a bombing." Professor McGonagall said, walking back up to the high table. The kids sat back down at the burnt table. Trill put her head on her arms.
"You okay, Trill?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just been a long day." She replied.
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well there's chapter 4 for you. I'm so sorry it took so long. I just had the past two weeks off, so I could've written it then, but I had horrible writer's block. And then I went down island for the weekend. But here it is, and it's my longest chapter yet, so I hope you enjoyed it! Please tell me what you think! Anything I should improve on? Change? It's up to you.
-LittleCrazy1