If I were in Ravenclaw...

by Elementary98

Disclaimer: The Disclaimer can be found at the beginning of Chapter 1 - An Introduction to Magic

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Chapter 11 - Curious Developments

Proudly, I stepped out of the Great Hall. In my left hand, I had my broom. In my right hand, I held a pass for the restricted section. "Come on Harry, it's time for reading! Man, we missed so much cool stuff not growing up around here!" I wrapped my arm around Harry's shoulder. "And finally, some books other than Hogwarts a History and Quidditch through the Ages! I can't wait to read Moste Potente Potions, I heard there's stuff like the Polyjuice and the Laxative Potion in there! Man, it's gonna be totally awesome, I always wanted to-" I stopped dead in my tracks.

A fuming Draco Malfoy had stepped up to me, a furious glint in his eyes. "Brandtstetter", he spat, "you'll regret to have messed with me! My father will hear of this!"

I snorted. "Your father can hear all he wants, he can't do anything. I read some pretty old newspapers on the train, and believe me, if an 'innocent' Death Eater speaks up against a friend of the Boy Who Lived... Don't you think it's a tad... I don't know, suspicious? No one, and I mean no one, trusts him blindly. If something like that comes up... Eh, well. Let's just say, it would be better for your family if you stop working against us! You know how fast rumors and the likes spread, and once the ministry hears of it... Better side with us or remain neutral, if that's what you are into." I hated to be like this, but obviously, throwing niceties didn't help at all.

Malfoy shrank back slightly, sneering. "I knew it! Pathetic little mudblood doesn't know to keep her nose out of real wizard's business! You are a disgrace to the entire wizarding world, wait until He comes back, he will-"

Professor Snape suddenly appeared behind Malfoy, putting a pale, slender hand on his student's shoulder. "Mister Malfoy, it would be best if you'd stop shouting like a common thug. Else your father might hear of it from an unknown source, and I think he wouldn't be happy. Now go, before I need to take points off Slytherin." Malfoy gaped for a moment, not believing what he had heard. The one who should have been his favourite professor, according to what his father had told him, siding with Potter and Brandtstetter? No, impossible!
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow, which Malfoy obviously caught as a last warning, because he only gave us another nasty smirk and vanished.

"Miss Brandtstetter, Mister Potter." The professor watched Malfoy leave, then turned to us. "I trust you are well? Go to your dorms and forget this ever took place. I'll assure you, Mister Malfoy won't get away with it this easily." With that, he turned around, robes billowing as he strode towards the stairs.
I hastily handed Harry a piece of paper, with hurriedly scribbled words on it. He read it, then looked at me, eyes wide. I nodded, and he cleared his throat. "Ehm... Professor Snape, sir?"
The man turned around, focusing on his archenemy's son. "Yes, Mister Potter?"
"Thank you, sir." Harry, for the first time he had arrived here, looked someone over than me directly in the eye. "And... I regret it too."

Professor Snape gave Harry and me another one of those calm, calculating looks of his. "Is that so, Mister Potter." He spun back around, now finally decending the stairs to the Slytherin Dorms.

Harry took another look at the piece of paper I had handed him.

'Asphodel (type of LILY, regret follows to grave) + Wormwood (Absence, bitter sorrow)!'