The Second Generation
Disclaimer: see previous chapters
They made their way down to the dungeon used for Potions classes. Marcus and John took seats at a table at the very front. J, Jason, and Jed came in two minutes later, Jason joining them at their table, J and Jed sitting behind them. The Gryffindors sulked in, obviously they had been told about the treatment Gryffindors recieved in this class.
Minutes later Severus opened the door and started his usual First Year speach.
" You are here tolearn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. 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 it's shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the minds and 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 ususally have to teach. So let's see if any of you have bothered to pick up a book, what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Marcus raised his hand. He was the only one.
"Marcus?"
"Asphodel and Wormwood form a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death," Marcus said.
"Correct, 10 points to Slytherin. Now where would you look if I asked you to find me a Bezoer?" Severus said. Once agian, Marcus' was the only hand in the air.
"Marcus."
"A bezoer is a stone, taken from the stomach of a goat, and will save you from most poisons," Marcus said.
"Correct agian Marcus, another 10 points. What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolvesbane?" Severus said, a smile curling at his lips. Marcus' lone hand shot into the air.
"Marcus," Severus said, now in a bored voice.
"They are the same plant, which also goes by the name of Aconite," he said.
"Once agian Marcus, you are correct. 15 points to Slytherin. Does anyone besides Marcus care to open a book?" then he muttered "Lazy lumps of flesh." Marcus grinned at the looks on the Gryffindor's faces.
"Well since you are all incompetent, everyone besides Marcus write that down. NOW!" Severus barked. Everyone, minus Marcus, rummaged for quills, ink, and parchment. After that was done, they paired up and started mixing a simple potion to cure boils. Marcus, being the Potion's Master's son, had of course helped his father brew this potion plenty of times and he and John had no trouble at all brewing it. J, Jed, and Jason didn't have any trouble either but the Gryffindors...weren't so lucky. There were three Weasleys in first year. One was Drake, who's parents were Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson. Another, Randy, was the son on Ronald Weasley and Luna Lovegood. The last, Regina, daughter of Bill and Fleur. There was also, to both Marcus' and Severus' dismay, two Potter twins. Jack and Louis Potter, sons of Harry and Ginny. And a bumbling Longbottom, Sam. A daughter of Neville and, to everyones surprise, Susan Bones. Dean Thomas and Pavarti Patil had a son named Kyle, and Seamus and Padma had a daughter, Jessica. All of these Gryffindors were having a hard time, and Severus was giving them a hard time about it.
Marcus and John finished early. Marcus scooped the perfect potion into a vial, and gave it to his father. Severus smiled, took it, and Marcus went back to his seat. He sat down, leaned his chair back, and put his feet up on the table. He pulled out ink, a quill, his potions book and started writting in it. Severus came around, critisizing the Gryffindor's potions, and saw him.
"What are you doing Marcus?" he asked. He lowered the book slowly.
"Revising the book. Some of the potion could use something extra to make them better. For instance, the shinking solution, if you add essence of lavender, it would nullify many of the side effects." Marcus said.
"Very good Marcus, you are quite right. You seem to have inherited my prowess in potions, as I did the same thing will all of my books in school." he walked away.
"That's my son alright." he thought.