YOU GUYS KNOW THE DRILL. SO, I'M NOT PUTTING UP THE DISCLAIMER TODAY
DRACO'S P.O.V
I stormed off to my first class, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle. Sadly, the Royals had 5th-year timetables, so that meant Nico, Piper, and Thalia were in the same class as me. While the Ancient Runes professor kept droning about our O.W.L.s, Nico came up to me and said, "See, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine by me. Do you want to play while this teacher keeps droning about something?"
"Play…with what?" I asked, confused.
He took out something that looked like two bronze figurines out of his pocket. "Play with these. Leo made them, in case we got bored in class. We can control them with small remotes to have a mini fight while everyone else is falling asleep. See, Piper and Thalia are playing with their set." He gestured towards the girls, who were having a quiet blast-off.
We played with the figurines, and I have to admit, it was fun. We played throughout the whole lesson, and the Professor didn't suspect a thing.
Next we had Potions with the Gryffindors.
"Settle down," Snape said coldly, shutting the door.
"Before we begin today's lesson, I think it appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting in an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learnt about the composition and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect you to scrape an 'Acceptable' in your O.W.L., or suffer my … displeasure." His gaze lingered on a couple of students, before resting on Neville Longbottom.
"After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me. I take only the very best into my N.E.W.T. Potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying goodbye." His eyes rested on Harry, who glared.
"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell, so, whether or not you are intending to attempt N.E.W.T., I advise you all to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high pass level I have come to expect from my O.W.L. students. Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: if you are too heavy handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing. The ingredients and method are on the blackboard, you will find everything you need in the store cupboard, you have an hour and a half … start." He flicked his wand and everything appeared.
"Professor Snape, can you write another set of instructions in Latin?" Piper asked, and Snape nodded and made another set appear, but in Latin. Wicked Charmspeak.
-TIMESKIP HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!-
The potion was difficult. Ten minutes before the time limit ended, Snape called out, "A light silver vapour should now be rising should now be rising from your potion."
I looked down at my potion and saw that there was a shimmering mist of silver vapour, albeit wasn't the exact shade of silver on Hermione's or Percy's potion. Snape started examining everyone's potions, and stopped at Harry's with a horrible smirk on his face
"Potter, what is this supposed to be?"
A couple of my fellow Slytherins looked up eagerly.
"The Draught of Peace," Harry said, tense.
"Tell me Potter, can you read?"
I let out a fake laugh so realistic it could've fooled anyone.
"Yes, I can," he said, his fingers clenching his wand.
"Read the third line of the instructions for me, Potter."
"Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counter-clockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes then add two drops of syrup of hellebore." He read.
"Did you do everything on the third line, Potter?"
"No," he said so quietly I had to read his lips.
"I beg your pardon?"
"No, I forgot the hellebore." He said more loudly.
"I know you did, Potter, which means that this mess is utterly worthless. Evanesco." The contents of his potion vanished.
Snape then addressed the students. "Those of you who have managed to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name, and bring it up to my desk for testing. Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday.
After filling a flagon and labeling it. I exited the classroom after Crabbe and Goyle, and then made my way to the Great Hall. Nico bumped into me as I was walking, though after seeing his expression, it was probably intentional.
"What?" I mouthed, sensing Crabbe and Goyle behind us.
"Will you tell me what is bothering you?" He mouthed back.
"Midnight, Slytherin Common Room." I mouthed, to which he nodded.
We got up and I went inside the Great Hall to eat lunch.
PERCY'S P.O.V
After lunch, Reyna, Clarisse, and I split up with the Golden Trio since our elective was Ancient Runes instead of Divination. It was actually pretty easy because everything was either in Ancient Greek or Latin. We met up with them again before entering the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Professor Umbridge was already seated at the teacher's desk, wearing that bright pink fluffy cardigan and a black- velvet bow. I would've labeled her an Aphrodite kid by how much she loves pink, though that would be an insult to them because of her toad-like face.
"Well, good afternoon!" she said when everyone settled down.
Someone in the crowd of students said 'Good Afternoon' in reply.
"Tut, tut," she said, and I immediately started hating her and started comparing her to Mrs. Dodds. "That won't do, now will it? I should like you, please, to reply "Good Afternoon, Professor Umbridge". One more time, please. Good Afternoon class!"
While everyone chanted "Good Afternoon" back, Clarisse and I stuck our tongues out at her, while Reyna sat with her arms crossed.
"There, now. That wasn't too hard, was it? Wands away and quills out, please." She said in a sweet tone so fake I would've puked.
While everyone got out their parchment and quills, we got out pens and a notebook.
"What is that?" Ron asked, gesturing to the pen.
"This," I said, with complete authority. "Is one of the greatest things Muggles have invented. I present to you: The Pen! You don't need to dab it in ink every 5 minutes, because the ink is inside it!"
"Percy, are you advertising pens?" Reyna asked with a laugh.
"Uh, no. I'm just telling Ron about how great this is!"
Professor Umbridge cleared her throat. "Children, if you're done talking about Muggle stationery, can I start the class?" she said in her sickly sweet voice.
"Yes Professor. Please start." Reyna said.
"Thank you, Miss Ramirez-Arellano, was it?" Umbridge asked, to which Reyna nodded.
Professor Umbridge took out her own wand, which was tiny, and tapped the board. Some words appeared on it.
"Uh, Professor? I'm afraid we can't read English very well, so can you write another set in Latin?" Reyna asked, to which Umbridge nodded and tapped the board again, and another set of words was written, but in Latin.
She told us to write everything down and then asked if everyone had the textbook. When they said yes, she asked everyone to read. Me being me, I didn't read what she asked us to. Hermione was staring at Umbridge with her hand up in the air, which was surprising since she was usually a goody-two-shoes kind of girl.
After a couple more minutes, Umbridge looked up. "Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" She asked.
"Not about the chapter, no,"
"Well, we're reading just now. If you have any other queries we can deal with them at the end of the class."
"I've got a query about your course aims."
"And your name is?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully."
"Well, I don't. There's nothing written there about using defensive spells."
"Using defensive spells? Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"
"I am." I deadpanned, thrusting my hand up in the air.
"And why are you expecting to be attacked, Mr. Jackson?"
"Because Voldemort's back!" Harry exclaimed, standing up and putting his hand in the air.
The whole classroom gasped. Professor Umbridge smiled with an evil expression.
"Poor child being fed false information," She said with a pitying expression. "I must inform the Minister of this."
"THIS IS NOT FALSE INFORMATION!" Harry roared.
"Yes it is, Mr. Potter." She said, unbelieving.
"And what is the guarantee that we're safe? What if another dark wizard comes to Hogsmeade and injures children while they're on their trip to Hogsmeade? What if the same dark wizard hunts down children during their summer holidays? We need to know defensive spells to protect ourselves. And if something like this happens, and children die because you didn't teach us spells, well enjoy knowing you caused these children's death, you HAG!" I said in rage, standing up.
"Mr. Jackson, mind your language. We are teaching you in the most safest manner, and everything we will teach you will be enough, since by learning the theory hard enough, you can perform the spe-"
"AND WHAT GOOD'S THEORY IN THE REAL WORLD!" We shrieked.
"We aren't in the real world, Mr. Potter and Mr. Jackson. We are not going to fight Dark wizards left and right."
"We will soon enough! Voldemort's back, we'll have to fight against him! Wa-" Harry was cut off by Umbridge.
"Again, you are lying. You're believing the lies that Albus Dumbledore is telling everyone. The ministry is affirmative that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is not back. He is de-"
"F*ck you and your Ministry. Do you really think Voldemort will play by your stupid ministry rules? No!" I said.
The bell rang. "Well, 30 points from Gryffindor and a detention every day for a week at 5, Mr. Potter and Mr. Jackson. I repeat, everything you said is a lie. Class dismissed.
Harry and I stormed out of the classroom, ignoring Ron, Hermione, Clarisse, and Reyna.
A/N- BOOM! I FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHER CHAPTER! I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO UPDATE THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS, SINCE I'LL BE READING MY NEW BOOKS! ALSO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ELECTIVE DRACO TAKES OTHER THAN CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES, SO HE'S TAKING ANCIENT RUNES IN , R&R AND I'LL SEE YOU NEXT TIME.
~ANNABETH MCGRACE.