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The first few weeks went well for Olivia; her favorite class was of course, Potions with Severus Snape. She also loved Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. She had grown fond of a few girls in her school, her best friends being Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy had told her strictly, "True Slytherins do not, under any circumstances, mingle with others. Especially not a Griffindor, and a Mud-blood at that."
She now knew what a Mud-blood was. She did not know her blood purity; she guessed that she was full blood because her parents had met at school, which she guessed was Hogwarts. She didn't take heed to what Draco said, she brushed off almost all of his hateful remarks and told herself that she could, maybe one day, have a chance with him. Other times she told herself that the crush was silly; she couldn't really like him could she? But yet as silly as it was, she was falling for him.
Olivia was flipping through one of the books she had picked up on her way out of the Great Hall with Hermione and two of her friends. It appeared that she had the wrong book; maybe she had taken Hermione's. It was a book from Potions, but instead of her Magical Drafts and Potions, it was Advanced Potion-Making.
Great, she thought. How am I supposed to study with the wrong textbook?
She came to a conclusion that she would go talk to professor Snape about it. They weren't aloud out after hours, and she'd never risk being caught by a teacher, but she guessed that if it were class-work related, it would be okay. So she left her dormitories and set out to find Snape . . . without being caught by others.
"Where are you going?" One of her roommates, Eliza asked. She ignored her, but the girl pressed on. "If you're going out, you might need this," she said, handing Olivia a cloak. "Put it on and no one can see you . . . it was a gift from my grandmother."
"Thanks," Olivia said, draping the cloak over her."
She left the dorm rooms and fled down one of the many staircases. She wondered if anybody had gotten lost going up and down these stairs. She went down many halls and passed the Great Hall, leaving her dormitories far behind. She was soon creeping up to the door to Professor Snape's classroom. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him quarreling with one of Hermione's friends. It was the Potter boy.
All she heard was Snape roar, "Your father was swine" as he threw the dark haired boy against the wall. Severus tried to repel any spell Harry Potter would throw at him, but he was too late; Harry chanted a spell that was not recognizable to Olivia. They stood silent for a moment, and then Potter left.
Olivia was deciding weather or not to talk to her professor or not. She decided she would, and taking off the cloak, she slipped into his classroom. "Sir," she spoke, her voice was rigid.
Snape jumped slightly. "What is it child?"
"I . . .I grabbed the wrong book," Olivia stuttered.
"Well, who's is it then if it isn't yours?" He questioned.
"It says it belongs to 'The Half-Blood prince'."
Snape looked uneasy. "Keep it."
"But it's for year six students, and I need my book. This is clearly somebody else's"
"Here," he said, handing her a copy of Magical Drafts and Potions.
She took it gratefully, but began to protest again. "But I don't even know . . ."
"I'll teach you. Come in whenever you have the time, just not when I have a class going."
"But what if I don't understand it?" She asked.
He sighed. "I do not, nor cannot expect you will ever fully understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, or the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses," Severus Snape answered. "But I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."
Olivia's eyes slightly widened. "Really? I'd like to learn that."
"Yes, now you should go before you are caught. And I will never see you out of your dormitories after hours do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Olivia answered. She smiled slightly and slipped out of the classroom. In the dark halls she went unnoticed. She went up the stairs and into her dorm.
She saw that Eliza was asleep, so she folded the cloak up neatly and placed it next to her pillow.
She got into bed and stared out at the moonlit sky dreamily. She wondered how her father was.