Chapter 5

We entered the Potions classroom, and took seats near the front. Luckily, Hermione has chosen to sit next to me. Hopefully, this class will go by better than expected.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the door flew open, and slammed shut. Professor Snape walked into the room with his robes billowing.

"Put your wands away, and take out your books." he said with a sneer.

Everyone did as they were told.

"Turn to page 254. This is what we will be studying today. Tell me, have any of you heard of the 'Emoti-shee' potion before?" he asked.

I instantly went pale. I could feel the nervousness rising in my stomach, rising up into my chest. Just then I felt a hand cover mine. I looked over to see Hermione giving me a reassuring smile. I smiled back, and the emotions I was feeling started to subside.

"No one, pity. I thought you of all Miss Isabella, would have known what this potion does." Snape said.

"No, sir. I'm sorry but I do not know what this potion does." I said calmly with a smile knowing that I had shocked him again.

"Banshee's, I thought they were just myths? What does this potion have to do with Banshee's, Sir?" Draco Malfoy asked.

"This potion allows the drinker to be immune to the effects of the Banshee cry. After reading this section in your books you will all be required to brew this potion...and test it." he smirked glancing right at me.

This scared me, knowing full well that I cannot test this potion...testing this potion could prove fatal to me. Everyone is about to find out my secret...I'm beginning to feel anxious...oh no...I can see my hair falling into my eyes...I pick it up, oh no...it's white...here it comes...either run, or show the world WHAT you really are. I cannot control it anymore...I jump up from my chair, and run for the door. When I reach the door, my hair is almost completely white. With my senses overwhelming me, I run faster.

"Dumbledore," I thought, "I have to get to Dumbledore." I'm almost there...come on Isabella, you can make it...hold out a little bit longer...

"Miss Isabella, you need to calm down. I am here for you, let the pain go Isabella...let it slip thru your body, and out of your mind." Dumbledore said.

Slowly, I start to calm down...my hair returns to the beautiful black color it always has been. My senses start to weaken and become normal. Relief...pure relief.

"Thank you so much sir, I was scared for a second there..." I said as I smiled at him.

"Indeed my child...now tell me what has got you all worked up?" he asked me.

"Oh nothing... just the 'Emoti-shee' potion!!!" I exclaimed. "Professor Snape has use brewing and testing this potion in class right now."

"What? I'm sure you are mistaken..." he said.

"No, sir. I'm not. Go have a look for yourself." I said.

We walked together back down to the Dungeons. I wanted to figure out why Professor Snape was trying to hurt me, and at the vary least...expose what I really was.