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Chapter III: Harry

That Percy kid is weird.

The sorting hat freaks out and acts like Percy had seen stuff half as bad as the then again, something bad had happened to him.

When he comes and sits down by Hermione, he tells us he has over thirty half siblings!

When we get to History of Magic, the teacher starts yelling at Percy. No one has ever seen Professor Binns mad before, and its scary to tell the truth.

When we get potions, professor snape gives his usual speech

"Before we begin today's lesson," said Snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at

them all, "I think it appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important

examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition

and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect you to

scrape an 'Acceptable' in your OWL, or suffer my… displeasure."

His gaze lingered this time on Neville, who gulped.

"After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me," Snape went on. "I take

only the very best into my NEWT Potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be

saying goodbye."

His eyes rested on me and his lip curled. I glared back, feeling a grim pleasure at the idea

that I would be able to give up Potions after fifth year.

"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell," said Snape softly, "so,

whether or not you are intending to attempt NEWT, I advise all of you to concentrate your

efforts upon maintaining the high pass level I have come to expect from my OWL students.

"Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the

Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: if you are too

heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes

irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing."

On my left, Hermione sat up a little straighter, her expression one of utmost attention. "The ingredients and method -" Snape flicked his wand "- are on the blackboard -" (they appeared there) "- you will find everything you need —" he flicked his wand again "- in the store cupboard —" (the door of the said cupboard sprang open) "- you have an hour and a half… start."

Percy was squinting a the board and trying to see the instructions. After five minutes I took pity on him and read him the instructions.

Add powdered moonstone until the potion turns green.

Stir until the potion turns blue.

Add powdered moonstone until the potion turns purple.

Allow to simmer until the potion turns pink.

Add syrup of hellebore until the potion turns turquoise.

Allow to simmer until the potion turns purple.

Shake powdered porcupine quills vigorously until they are ready and then add until the potion turns red.

Stir until the potion turns orange.

Add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.

Allow to simmer till the potion turns purple.

Add powdered unicorn horn until the potion turns pink.

Stir until the potion turns red.

Allow to simmer until the potion turns purple.

Add more powdered moonstone until the potion turns grey.

Allow the potion to simmer until it turns orange.

Add more powdered porcupine quills until the potion turns white.

While I said this, Percy was scribbling it down in another language with strange symbols. "What that you're writing in?" I asked.

"Greek." he replied simply "It's much easier to read than English."

It looked much more complicated but I figured he had probably learned it from a young age.

When Percy turned on his burner, he recoiled, like the fire scared him. I wondered what that was about. Then I remembered, Percy had been badly burnt when we found him. I wondered yet again how he got here.

We worked on the potion and to my surprise, Percy had gotten it almost exactly right, it just a had a slight yellowish tinge.

Snape came around and sniffed disaprovingly at mine, which was a sickly greenish grey. When he saw Percy's cauldron, he was surprised. "Potter," he snapped, "Why is it that even this boy can do it but you can't?" Percy had his fists clenched, as he not missed the implication that he was stupid.

"I dont know sir." I replied, hating Snapes very guts. Percy had his jaw clenched, but he was somehow able to reign in his anger. "I suppose I put to much moonstone in."

Snape scowled disaprovingly, but stalked away.

"Why does that guy hate you?" Percy asked.

"I don't know," I replied, "He always has."

We walked out of class and headed to the Great hall for lunch. When we got there, Nearly-headless Nick came floating our way, when he saw Percy, his eyes turned steely. He turned suddenly and flew right threw him.

"Styx!" Percy shouted in alarm. He was quite surprised by the sudden feeling of being plunged into ice water. "What the crap? What just happened?"

Percy turned around to find me, Ron, and Hermione laughing their heads off. "Man," exclaimed Ron, "the ghosts have really got it out for you."

After I could breathe again, I said as we sat down, "This won't be a fun year if the ghosts won't leave you alone."

Percy pouted for a second, but then he looked like he had an idea, "Nick!" he shouted chasing the pearly figure, "I have something to tell you," Percy then spoke in that other language again. I caught a couple words, like Nico Di Angelo, and Tartarus.

I guess that it worked, because Nick looked scared and glided away.

"What was that about?" asked Ron suspiciously

"Nothing of importance," replied Percy smoothly, "but I have a feeling that the ghosts won't be bothering me anymore."

I snorted, and Percy looked at me strangely, "It's just that," I answered, "Peeves never listens to any body but the Bloody Baron"

"Who" Percy asked

"Peeves the poltergeist." Hermione replied, "He"s like the prankster from the after life. Always making peopl late for class by messing cy with the stairs and things."

"Of course," said Ron exasperatedly, "Hermione only cares about the being late for class, not the ink bottles and water balloons on people's heads.

After that, Ron decided to dig in and basically tuned us out. Percy then dug in and ate like Ron, which is saying something.

After lunch, Ron, Percy and I parted ways with Hermione and we climbed to the Divination tower and sat down as Professor Twelarny swooped over in her long robes. She turned to Percy and spoke in a raspy voice...

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