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After about forty-five minutes, the others began filtering in slowly.

They had agreed to study later, not wanting to take the chance of a professor finding a way to see through the layers of glamour.

"Good morning Theo and Blaise. Late risers, are you?" Harry said, grinning at the grouchy looks on both boys' faces.

"Just because you get up inhumanly early doesn't make the rest of us late," Theo grumbled, sitting down across from him and piling food onto his plate.

Harry grinned, his eyes amused.

"You've always been so grouchy in the morning," Harry replied, giving a sigh.

Theo just threw him an annoyed glanced before picking up his fork and beginning to eat.

Not long after did Pansy and Daphne join their circle of conversation.

"Good morning Pansy, Daphne. Sleep well?" Draco greeted, a drawl in his voice.

"Lovely morning, boys. Yes, other than the eerie creatures of the Black Lake crossing our wall. Grotesque things, those are." Daphne responded, her pastel green eyes mildly haunted.

"Oh please," Pansy retorted,"those creatures were nothing. In fact, I find them quite fascinating."

Daphne rolled her eyes at her companion, taking a seat and beginning to eat.

"Ah, Snape is finally handing out out schedules," Blaise said, stretching his narrow, long limbs and yawning.

As Snape slowly made his way over towards them, Harry noticed that he seemed perturbed by something.

If not for the years of psychology Harry had studied, then he wouldn't of noticed the subtle eye movements nor the hands that shook very slightly. Even for an experienced spy, Harry knew that he wasn't entirely composed.

When Snape had reached them, Harry bowed his head briefly and met Snape's reflective eyes as he handed Harry his schedule.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry said softly.

Snape acknowledged him with a nod as he continued down the table.

After he had finished and the morning post had come in, the Great Hall was finally excused.

"Potions with the Gryffindorks. What a treat," Draco remarked as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head gracefully.

Blaise snorted a laugh.

"It will surely be quite the entertainment," Pansy mused, grinning a sharp-toothed grin.

Harry rolled his eyes and followed the flow of students, anticipating Potions.

A class with Damon..

Snape's classroom was located in a farther, colder hallway than their dorms. Dank stone dripped occasionally from above their heads and the torches flickered absently in the darkness.

It was nearly silent as the relatively average size of Slytherin First Years had begun descending into the dungeon's unknown quarters.

Walking through the main passageway of the infamous dungeons, they passed a window that peered straight into Black lake, like their dorm walls.

Finally arriving at the hallway the Slytherin female Prefect, who Harry had learned was named Gemma Farley, had directed them to, they immediately spotted Snape's class.

Finding the room empty, the students arranged themselves onto one side.

Each row had a long counter accompanied with four chairs and two cauldrons on each side.

Draco pulled him to the front and made him sit down in the first seat while Draco sat in the second.

Theo and Blaise sat beside them, Harry feeling Theo's eyes burning into the side of his face.

Harry leaned over Draco and looked at him.

"You alright, mate?" Harry confusedly asked the irate Nott, who, in turn, turned away to glare in the other direction.

Draco and Harry exchanged a glance but dropped the subject fairly quickly.

"I bet the Gryffindorks can't find the room," Draco remarked, snickering at the thought.

Harry gave a chuckle at the comment, nodding in agreement.

"They're probably shaking in their shoes right about now, afraid of getting lost in the scary, dark dungeons," Harry said in an exaggeratedly high-pitched tone, to Blaise and Draco's amusement.

After about five minutes, the Gryffindors, with haunted eyes that grew as they took in the animals floating in jars around the classroom, had appeared and was led by an annoyed-looking Gryffindor Prefect who swiftly left afterwards.

The group seemed surprised to find the Slytherins there already, taking in their orderly fashion and near-silent conversations.

Gryffindor settled into the other side of the room with lots of arguing, yelling, and laughter.

Harry had spotted Damon among the chaos. Looking over at Harry, Draco, Theo, and Bliase sitting in the front row, Ron immediately pulled Damon to the front in some type of indirect challenge.

The Gryffindors finally settled down as the door flew open once again.

Severus Snape swept into the room, robes billowing around him like black, swirling fog.

His reflective eyes scanned the room as he took his place in front of the dead-silent class.

Snape took out a piece of parchment and began the class with calling off roll call.

At Damon's name, he paused and stared at the boy.

"Yes, Damon Potter, our new celebrity," he said, his eyes narrowed with disdain.

After a moment, he continued the names, Snape briefly pausing after Harry's name but continuing after a second.

Setting the piece of parchment own, Snape surveyed the class with his nearly-black eyes, reminding Harry of a midnight river in the presence of moonlight.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. His voice was as soft as a whisper but filled the room with impossible yet silky sound. It caught the attention of all students who seemed to cling onto every word uttered from his mouth as if it was the air they needed to breathe.

"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 its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, 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 usually have to teach."

The word 'dunderheads' had snapped most of the students out of their all-focused state, the room ringing with silence.

A smirk was tracing Harry's lips at the small speech, his eyebrows raised. He was undoubtedly intrigued by this velvety voice and this seemingly dark man.

"Damon Potter!" Snape snapped suddenly, causing the majority of the class to jump,"what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Damon looked like a deer caught in headlights, his brown eyes wide with alarm.

"Uhh.. I don't know, sir."

At that answer, Snape's eyes narrowed and an acidic look overtook his regal features.

"Clearly fame isn't everything. Harry Potter!"

Harry locked eyes with Snape, his emerald ones calm and respectful.

"Yes, Professor?"

Snape slowly walked over to Harry's table, looking down at the near-opposite twin.

"Would you take the pleasure of informing the class and your brother of the correct answer?"

A definite smirk pulled at the edge of his thin mouth, a strand of dark hair falling into his eyes. He brushed the hair away impatiently.

"Of course, Professor Snape. If you added correctly-powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood, you would create a potion named the Draught of Living Death, a sleeping potion so powerful that it is said that the drinker would sleep for an eternity if given the wrong dosage," Harry said, his voice absent of emotion, his emerald eyes still locked with Snape's.

The Potion Master narrowed his eyes considerably at the child but didn't show a sign of any type of negativity towards the boy.

"And do you know the other ingredients that is also essential to the potion?" His voice had taken on a different tone, one Draco had never heard before.

Harry lowered his soot-black eyelashes and bowed his head minimally.

"You must also add Valerian Root, Sopophorous Bean, and Sloth brain to a cauldron of mildly hot water. If the ingredients were added at a higher temperature, the cauldron would explode."

Snape, to the shock and awe of the class, allowed a small smile of approval to twitch onto his lips.

"Very good, fifteen points to Slytherin for knowing not only the ingredients but a great deal of the instructions to a very advanced potion."

For the rest of the class after Snape put them to work on a very easy potion, Harry felt the acid looks of jealousy and anger from Damon and the other Gryffindors.

Giving a snort of amusement internally, Harry shook his head and worked with Draco.

Not surprisingly, they were the first ones to finish.

For the superior quality of the potion, Snape awarded them with ten points each and the exemption of the essay due the next day.

Harry and Draco exchanged smiles as Theo and Damon glared burning holes into the two.

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Quick Joke-

How did Harry Potter get down the hill?

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By walking.

..JK Rowling!

Forgive me on my bad humor.