Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the things written in quotes in this chapter. The words with in the quotations belong to JK Rowling (Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone."

Chapter 2

I sat in the dungeon this morning surrounded by pickled animals floating in glass jars all around my walls. Aren't they delightful?

I spent the entire morning teaching a bunch of annoying brats, who have no hope in doing well in this subject. Well except for the select few in Slytherin.

Finally after a couple of pointless teachings and a bunch of incompetent students….Lunch.

My moment of happiness didn't last very long. And I was back in my dungeon (makes it sound like I did something bad) waiting for my next class to show up.

OH. Goodie. Gryffindors and Slytherins. First years. Fresh meat.

All the little Gryffindor midgets filed in followed by the Slytherins in my house.

I took out a piece of parchment with a bunch of names written on. So I took roll call.

After the first seven names I came across an awfully familiar name that I despised. "Potter, Harry" and I looked down at him. So speaking very softly I spoke.

"Ah, yes. Harry Potter, our new ---Celebrity."

I saw a few of the students in my house try to hide (and badly might I add) a smirk behind their hands. I'll have to work with them on that.

Going back to the subject that I was actually supposed to teach, I continued to recite the same speech that I give ever year to every first year that walks into this room.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making" seeing that they were listening (though just barely. I spoke really low), I continued.

"As there is little foolish, wand –waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you 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 and ensnaring the senses…."

Okay I admit I got a little carried away. But I got my point across there. I continued with my well written speech.

"….I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper to death."

Maybe I exaggerated just a tad. So fixing it I added.

"--- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

There all better.

Every thing was quiet in the room. Wasn't it a great speech? I use it every year, and every year it works.

I decided enough pf my speech and I needed to embarrass somebody today, or else I might get grumpy. So I searched around. --- Ah perfect.

"Potter" he jumped a little.

"What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He won't know this.

"I don't know sir"---I knew it….so I curled my lip a bit and sneered.

"Tut, tut--- fame clearly isn't every thing". This is kind of fun.

I saw a girl with bushy brown hair, sitting on the edge of her chair, with her hand raised into the air. So I ignored her and went back to my prey.

"Lets try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Again I saw the bushy head girl raise her hand high, trying to get my attention. You've already got my attention; I'm just choosing not to respond. Know-it-all.

He obviously didn't know much, so I decided to tell him just that. But in different words of course.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"

Still ignoring bushy over there, I kept going.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Once I said that, the bush haired girl jumped out of her seat almost knocking it over. Brat! Just get the picture and put your hand down. Oh, well, back to potions.

"I don't know, I think Hermione does though, why don't you try her"

Smart mouth. I don't want to pick her. If I did I would have done so already.

"Sit down" I finally snapped at the girl. That's better. Getting back to Potter, I finally just decided to give up. He obviously didn't know anything. So I just answered for him, ignoring the know-it-all in the back.

I saw that nobody was writing down what I was saying. "Well? Why aren't you copying that down?"

They all quickly took out their quills and parchment and started writing.

After hearing the scratching of the quills, I turned towards Potter again.

"And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek Potter."

Well that was one reason. I will find away to take away more points, and just think class is not even half over.

The good news is I only see them once a week (two tops).

I decided to place them all into pairs, so that they could create one of the simplest potions, to cure boils.

This kid, Neville Longbottom or something like that, some how managed to melt his partner's cauldron into a thick twisted blob.

The potion seeped across the floor, burning holes into people's shoes

When this was all finished, everyone was standing on stools, while Neville's arms and legs were covered with boils.

"Idiot boy" Well he was. It was a simple potion to cure boils. The key word is 'simple', implying that it was easy and manageable to first years.

"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire" honestly, how hard is it to make this 'simple' potion?

I sent the idiot boy down to the hospital wing and I decided I needed to let some of my frustration (that gradually gathered through out the course of this class) out. And what better place, than on a Gryffindor.

"You---Potter--- why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's---" so I took away another point. What fun.

A/N: sorry its taking so long to update. we're writing this during school so , yeah

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