The Missing Boy
A/N: Harry potter dose not belong to me, nor any other HP charters. Thank to all you who reviewed! I love you all!
Chapter 5: The Potions Master
Even with Ron's enthusiastic rant about the Potions Master Harry was still excited for potions class. Harry and Ron took seats in the back next a girl they had met at lunch Hermione Granger. Harry had learned all about the Weasley family (6 brothers and one sister) and learned what Ron had meant when he was warned not to except food from the twins when Neville turned into a giant canary.
Harry was skimming through his potions text waiting for class to start when professor Snape entered the class room. He began with role call and paused to glare at harry when his name was called. When role was finished professor Snape began speaking.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. Snape seemed to have the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect many of you will grasp it, but seeing as I have to put up with you till your O.W.L'.s please do try to at least pass and not to destroy my classroom." Professor Snape said all this while glaring at the Gryffindor side of the room. With one last glare at Harry, Snape started class.
The potions Master instructed the class as to what potion they would be making, ( a simple dreamless sleeping potion) with what they needed on the board. With that he tuned back to Harry and sneered " I hope this won't be to difficult for you Potter, given your circumstances." getting many sinkers from the Slytherin side of the room, for by now everyone knew that Harry was homeless they just didn't know the details. Harry just stared back and the potions professor with a blank look on his face, while Ron glared beside his for all he was worth. Why did he say that? Dose he hate me? I haven't done anything. Harry thought with a sigh. I guess Ron was right.
With that Harry got up and stated getting the ingredients for his potion. As class continued Snape prowled around the class room insulting the Gryffindors and making Neville extremely nervous and praising his Slytherins. A little passed half way through the class harry's potion had reached completion. It was the aqua blue color with swirls of purple just as Snape had described. Filling his vile with a sample he stood and took it to professor Snape's desk. The black haired man glared at Harry when he reached the desk.
"Well?" he growled when Harry hesitated.
"Um.. I..my potions done sir." said Harry handing him the potion.
"Is that so." he snapped grabbing the potion from him. "Then I suggest you start on your homework. Sixteen inches on the positive and negative affects of the dreamless sleep potion."
Harry nodded and returned to his seat, but not without noticing the glares from Slytherins, especially the blond haired kid in the front row. Mfoll...Maflly...Malfoy! What wrong with him?
"Your done already! How'd you do that? What he say?" Ron questioned when Harry reached the table. Neville two seats over was looking at him in awe. The green eyed boy just shrugged. "I have to start my homework, sixteen inches on the potion."
Ron winced at the length of there upcoming work and continued his potion. By the end of class only a few other had seemed to get the potion right, including Malfoy, two other Slytherins Harry didn't know, Hermione and Dean Thomas. When everyone had turned in their samples professor Snape told everyone their homework and then dismissed them.
"Potter."professor Snape said walking up next to Harry.
Harry looked up from packing his bag at the professor. "yes sir?"
"Stay after, I need to speak with you."
"Yes sir." Harry then told Ron and Hermione to wait for him in the hall. When everyone had left Harry approached the potions professor.
"Sit down Mr. Potter." Snape said pointing to a front row desk, he was holding Harry's potion in his hands.
"Sir..did I make it wrong?" Harry questioned, going over the steps in his head again.
"Mr. Potter you have never studied potions before have you? I was told you never attended school."
"No sir, but I read a lot of books on muggle chemistry and they seemed similar."
"Well Mr. Potter it seem you have a natural talent for potions." The expression on the Potion Masters face was as if he didn't know wether to be happy about this or angry.
"You mean it's good!" the long haired boy stated excitedly.
"Yes Mr. Potter, I had the rest of your potion bottled and sent to the hospital wing, it's a very good quality. Now Mr. Potter I will not expect any less of you in class, I know how well you can preform and you better live up to it. You may go."
Harry nodded. "Thank you." and rushed out the door after his friends.
Harry found his new friends bickering in the hallway.
"Your saying it wrong, it's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o – Harry!"
Both Ron and Hermione tuned to face Boy-Who-Lived.
"Harry, mate, what happened? Did you get detention? Was the potion wrong?"
"No, it was good. He said that it was a good quality and he is using it for the hospital wing! I wasn't an any trouble!"
"That's really great Harry! I'm proud of you!" Hermione squealed at him. Ron just looked at him in awe. Harry shrugged.
"Let's head back to the Common Room we still have a while before dinner, you can finish telling me about Quitdich."
"Quidditch!" was Ron's exasperated reply.