Classes

Chapter eight

I won't be at my house this weekend, so this will be my only post of the week. Maybe, I might have time. I have my thoughts down for the next chapter of The Final Chapter, so another one of those should come out sometime.

The sun rose over the surrounding mountains the next morning, sending a vast array of light around the grounds and into the room, More like right into my eyes. I really hated the sun sometimes. I noticed that the others were still sleeping, minus Hermione of course, so we quietly slipped out into the common room, after changing into our school robes and went down for a quick bite to eat.

Harry and Ron were no where in sight when Hermione and I entered the Great Hall. They must have still been sleeping. Harry did like to do that a lot. I just hoped that they wouldn't be late for classes. That would not be the best thing to do on the first day. Percy was going around to everyone at the table and handing out our schedules. I was so excited!

"Good morning, you two," Percy approached us. "Sleep well?"

"Alright," I answered. "You?"

"Same," he replied. "Here are you times tables."

"Thanks," we took the parchment from his hands.

I looked it over. There was Astronomy, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and History of Magic. Some sounded better than the others. Potions and Defense sounded like a ton of fun, but History of Magic and Herbology, not so much.

"We have all of our classes together, thank God," I sighed. "Now if we get lost we can get lost together."

"Want to leave now then, incase we do get lost?" Hermione asked.

"Sure," I said. "And if we do get there early, we can get good seats."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Off to Transfiguration!"

"Five Galleons says that my brother and Ron will be late," I said.

"I bet they will, at least Professor McGonagall is Gryffindor's Head of House. So they shouldn't get into too much trouble."

"True that," I laughed.

Surprisingly, we weren't that early. There were other first years filing into the classroom as well. Same idea as us I guess. Professor McGonagall stood in the front of the classroom watching us take our seats. Five minutes later, the bell rang and we all took our seats. Not surprisingly, Harry and Ron still weren't there. Called it!

"Good morning class," she started off. "Welcome to your first Transfiguration lesson. In this room, you will be learning how to change one object into another. We'll begin easy and work our way up, but first, I want everyone to grab a spare bit of parchment and take notes on chapter one of Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. Off you go." I had a feeling that we were going to be doing that a lot today. Note taking, lovely.

Silence, page flip, more silence, and more page flipping. That was going on for ten minutes. When were we going to learn the fun stuff? And when were Ron and Harry going to show up? They were now fifteen minutes late. They were in for it now. McGonagall, who was now a cat that was sitting on the front desk, was staring over us again. How cool was that? Changing into an animal! What couldn't witches and wizards do with magic? That's when the back doors burst open and my idiot brother and Ron came dashing into the room. Hermione and I turned to look at the boys. I shook my head and continued my work. They need to get an alarm clock up there in that dorm of theirs.

"We made it," Ron announced. "Could you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if she realized we were late?"

I giggled silently at Ron and Harry's faces when the cat jumped off of the desk and changed into the professor. Priceless, I wish I had a camera or something.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron said.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," she replied. "Maybe it would be more useful for me to transfigure one of you into a pocket watch. That way one of you would be able to get here on time."

"Sorry, we got lost," Harry apologized.

"Perhaps a map would do you some good as well," she sighed. "Have a seat and start coping down notes from your textbook."

"Yes, ma'am," they muttered.

"Boys," I whisper and Hermione snickered.

Transfiguration flew by after that. We never did get into anything exciting though. That was a shame. I was really looking forward to turning something into something else. Darn, I could have used Malfoy as a test dummy. Shoot! Maybe next time. Now, the three of us were sitting in the dungeons waiting for Professor Snape to start potions class. Believe it or not, but I was actually excited for this period. Though, I could live without having class in the dark, damp room. Very depressing if you know what I mean.

The door opened with a violent force as Snape came into the room. Something was telling me that he meant business. Don't want to get on his bad side.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly attempts at spells while in this classroom. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the science and art of potion making however, for those select few who posses the predisposition; I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and snare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper on death. Then again," he turned his attention to Harry, who was being dumb again and not paying attention by writing down everything Professor Snape was saying. "Maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts that you feel that you don't need to PAY ATTENTION!" Hermione and I elbowed him on either side.

"What?" He asked.

"Listen," I mumbled.

"Well, well, Mr. Potter. Our new school celebrity," he pulled up a stole and sat right down in front of our table. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel on an infusion of wormwood?" Harry shook his head. "You don't know. Let's try again, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Heck I even know that one. Harry must not have read his book.

"I don't know, sir," Harry answered.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know," Harry said again.

"What a shame," he said. "Clearly fame isn't everything. Let us see here, Miss. Potter could you answer any of the questions that your brother could not?"

"Well, Professor," I began. "I believe that asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion called the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat that can help if poisoned, and monkshood and wolfsbane are from the same plant."

"Nicely done," Professor Snape got back to his feet heading over to his desk. "Now I want everyone to copy down everything on page ten of your potions books." Great, more notes.

"Thanks for making me look like an idiot, Haylee," Harry hissed.

"Hey, it's not my fault you didn't read your book yet," I replied. "All you had to do is read. Now shut up, I'm copying down my notes."

Classes were flying by and before we knew it, we were headed into the second week of term. The professors were wasting no time on homework either. I didn't think that I could get any done there was so much. At least we had some free time before classes, not long but just enough to stay caught up. There was a loud squawk in the air, mail time!

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked Ron taking the Daily Prophet.

"Sure, I'm not going to read it," Ron opened the box of sweets from his mum.

"Hey guys, Neville's got a Remembrall," Seamus announced.

"What's a Remembrall?" Harry and I asked simultaneously.

"I've read about those," Hermione said. "When the smoke inside turns red, it means you've forgotten something."

"That's the thing," Neville replied. "I don't remember what it is that I have forgotten."

"That's unfortunate," I noted.

"Hey guys listen to this," Harry stared at the front of the paper. "Someone broke into Gringotts."

"How?" Ron wondered. "You can't."

"Just listen," Harry continued. "Believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown. The goblins at Gringotts insist that nothing was taken from vault 713."

"That was the vault that we went to," I announced. "That's really weird."

xXMizz Alec VolturiXx- will do!