Author's Note: Hello! This is an ongoing story I'm writing, as well as Crime & Chaos, but I'll be writing it in my own time. I may go days without updating, but that's because inspiration strikes me in the strangest of moments. Example: brushing my teeth, about to sleep, etc.
I'll be editing this heavily over the period of how long it will take me. I removed the Prologue because I feel like this is going to be a short story that doesn't need one.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Severus Snape or any other HP characters, only Viola and other OC's I implement into this book.
Potions. A precise and meticulous practice mastered only by those who are worthy of the skill. It required steady hands, a diligent eye and a determined mind.
In this particular Fifth Year Potions class, the (previously mentioned) skilled Potions Master smacked a hardback book on their heads - one brunette and one blonde - to stop them from talking in his class. It was hilarious to Viola, they didn't catch a hint at the professor's continuous frustrations. She watched them from afar, as he had placed her away from her friends just to annoy her.
"Silence..." Everyone was silent, but that didn't stop the two Gryffindors. They paid no mind.
As Snape turned his back, the boys whispered again, this time to Mia.
Mia covered her mouth with her hands, "you didn't!" The boys nodded excitedly, sly smiles on their faces.
They both went silent when Snape slammed his hands on their desk. "When I say silence, I mean bloody silence! Detention for both of you." Viola snorted and covered her mouth, but it did not go unnoticed by the greasy-haired, sallow-skinned wizard, or everyone in the class, apparently. Every head turned to her. Ethan and Daniel smirked at her, their uncut hair starting to reach their necks. Well, she'd have to spend detention with the two of them, but it was no bother. What she was really worried about was the overgrown bat that skulked its way over to her desk.
"Haven't I already made myself clear, Miss Green? Or have you not learned from previous experiences?" Flashbacks of how he had tortured her toad in her first year raced through her mind. My poor, traumatised mind and poor Frank. She scowled at him. "Detention with the other two nitwits." Spit sprayed from his mouth as he spoke onto the desk.
"Jeez," she muttered, furrowing her eyebrows at the boys to resemble a 'what the fuck?'.
"Now, before I dismiss you... everyone must bring me a 3 foot-long roll of parchment on the Wit-sharpening Potion," everyone groaned, "Merlin knows you all need it. Dismissed." He pushed back his hair as he finished his speech, pointing to the door. Viola collected her books and headed out of the classroom with the rest of the class. ("Dunker, Evandos - stay where you are.")
Around 5 minutes passed and she sat on a bench with Mia outside of the room. Tapping her foot, she heard the door open beside her and saw the Gryffindors with angry looks on their faces.
"What happened?" She asked carefully.
"The snide git took off sixty points. Thirty each."
"McGonagall's going to have a right go," Daniel added, "He took five from you, Vee."
She laughed in disbelief, "What? Because I giggled?" She tried to remember the house points for each house. "We're behind Hufflepuff, now. Slytherin's going to win the house cup." She grimaced, picturing Malfoy's pointy, triumphant face.
"I don't get why he didn't take more from you. Maybe he fancies you," winked Ethan, laughing heartily. She glared at him and punched him in the arm.
"Shut up. Maybe you should improve your Potions grade," retorted Viola, a knowing smile tugging on her lips. Ethan stared open-mouthed at Daniel.
Draco Malfoy stood on the Viaduct Bridge, laughing at his insulting jokes about Harry Potter. His bodyguards, or whatever they were, laughed along, but it was clear they only did it out of fear or popularity. Viola inwardly groaned; she had to cross that bridge to get to the Great Hall to meet with her group. It was lunch and she was hungry. And no one got in her way when she was hungry. She overheard her name as she walked closer.
"She's a right blood-traitor. No wonder her parents hate her."
Viola pushed past them, shoulder-barging Malfoy out of the way. "Oi! You'll pay for that!" He ripped his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at her. She pulled out her own wand and they stared at each other for a few seconds. "Stupefy!"
"Protego!" She blocked the spell, booking it to the courtyard. Hearing cracks of jinxes hitting the ground, she picked up the pace, shrewdly turning a corner. A small explosion hit the wall where her head was previously. As she reached the main doors, she let out a sigh of relief. That was until she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Malfoy approaching her, as he cast a spell at her, she ducked and he missed. Running up, she punched him square in the face and he staggered backwards.
"You, boy!" A grumpy voice growled, followed by a clank. "I'll teach you to attack someone when their back is turned. Petrificus Totalus!"
Malfoy had frozen completely, stuck to the ground. Blood slowly dripped from his nose. Viola couldn't help but laugh. Karma had finally caught up to him. "Your help is always appreciated, Professor Moody."
"Yeah, yeah. Let me know if he causes you any more trouble," grunted Moody, nodding his acknowledgement. "Don't be late to my class today. Again." His magical eye stared right at her, warningly.
Entering the Great Hall, she spotted Mia, Daniel and Ethan at the end of the table. The quartet joined together for their meal. They smirked at her. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
"That was brilliant, Vee," grinned Ethan, impressed. His blonde hair was scrunched into a bun.
"Who's idea was that?" She pointed to his hair. "It suits you."
Ethan went a bit red from embarrassment and glanced at Mia. "Mia said I'd look like a Game of Thrones character." Despite being a pure-blood, Viola knew what it was. She had spent most summers with her muggle-born and half-blood friends watching muggle movies and TV shows.
"Pull some hair loose and you'll look exactly like Thoros of Myr."
He gasped in exaggerated pain, whilst feeling his hairline. "You could've said Khal Drogo. My hairline isn't that bad! Right?" No one agreed, they just laughed at him. Viola almost choked on her pumpkin juice when a solemn voice announced her name.
"Miss Green," grumbled Snape, gazing at her with black, steely eyes. "Your performance outside of the Great Hall was certainly insightful. You have detention after dinner." She whipped around the bench and stared at him, mouth open in incredulity.
"What?!" He grimaced at her tone and leaned forward, his lips curling.
"Do close your mouth, Miss Green. You'll be catching flies."
She glared. "You're giving me detention even though you saw the whole thing?"
"I saw enough. I'll be providing Mr Malfoy with appropriate punishment. Would that satisfy you?"
"Much." She said shortly, turning back around. She didn't lie; she was satisfied with that. Staring across the room at her with an ugly frown on his face was Draco, his eyes squinting with disgust.
Two classes passed, hosted by Professor Moody and Professor Sinistra. Dinner was upon Hogwarts and students bustled around to get their food.