12/30/10

Hey y'all! This will be my last chapter of 2010 and this will also be the last one before I head back to the Green State! Happy New Year!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs that may be used in this story.

Onwards!

Warning: Filler chapter alert! Just describes first Potions class.

"Look, it's the Potters."

"I hear that she's dating that Weasley boy."

"How old were they when You-Know-Who was defeated by them?"

"Hey, can I have both of your autographs?"

These questions and more swirled around me the first few weeks. Whenever I heard any rumors concerning Ron and my relationship as "just friends," the gossiper would be placed in the hospital wing for a couple of days.

Most of the classes were interesting, especially Potions class. The Potions Master, Professor Snape, hated the Gryffindors and favored the Slytherins. He seemed to hate me and Harry more than the other students. On the first day when he was taking attendance, he snarled at our names. I guess that he and dad had a misunderstanding when they first met and still do. But that wasn't the most interesting thing.

On the same first day, Snape was asking questions about potion ingredients and was calling on people. Hermione kept raising her hand to give and answer, but Snape kept ignoring her.

"Ah, Potter," he sneered. "You should know this answer, like your mother did. What would the results be if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"It would depend on the one you are asking, Professor," I responded.

Snape's oily face reddened as he said, "Well then, miss Potter. Do you know the answer?" putting an emphasis on you.

I felt a tingle near my scar and I heard a familiar and musical voice whisper, "They make a sleeping potion that is so powerful that it is commonly known as the Draught of Living Death."

"Asphodel and wormwood make a powerful sleeping potion that is also known as the Draught of Living Death," I spoke strongly. I mentally covered my mouth.

Snape just stared at me as if I had two heads, then remembered that he was supposed to torture me and said, "Very well, Ms. Potter. Just like your mother. Then can you answer this question? What is the difference of monkswood and wolfsbane?"

The same happened, except that the voice and I had responded, "They are the same plant which is also known as aconite."

This time, it wasn't just Snape boring holes into my head. Even Hermione lowered her quivering hand just to stare at me.

"Well," Snape stuttered. "I guess that you truly are your mother. Usually the usual dunderheads that I have to teach wouldn't even answer this question on the first day of the term. Twenty points for Gryffindor."

He moved onto another student, asking him where to find a bezoar. The students turned to the current victim in rapt attention, but Harry and Ron didn't.

"I should've read those books," Harry muttered to me.

"Naw, it's okay," I muttered back. "I'll explain at back in the tower."

I frowned to myself as I brewed the potions later with Hermione, trying to figure out the mystery of the voice, especially since I didn't really pay attention when I was reading One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore.

So, whaddaya think? The voice will be explained close to the ending of this story. Don't forget to review (I'm still hoping to get to twenty reviews!) and take the poll on my profile! And before I forget, all song names and music videos will be on my profile too! Again, Happy New Year! I'll update this story the night before school starts.

~Annabelle4.0