Emerald Potter Chapter 13, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter 12

I got up at the very first sights of morning, getting dressed and hurrying up towards the Great Hall. I knew very well how terribly early it was, and that breakfast hadn't even started, but I really didn't care. The dungeons was darker than usual, my steps echoing with every step. It was creepy to hear nothing but myself! Even the hallway outside the Great Hall was entirely deserted. Everyone was still sound asleep in their beds, cuddling up and having happy dreams...
I sat down at the very last step on the stairs leading up towards the main staircases, deciding to wait until one of the teachers would unlock the golden doors of the Great Hall. I couldn't wait till school would start later that day, looking most forwards to getting my time table from Professor Snape. All I had to do now was to learn it by heart, and then I'd be ready for whatever life decided to throw at me.

"I'm surprised that a student would be up so early."

I turned around quickly to the direction of the voice. On the top of the stairs I found it, but I hadn't been counting on meeting the person talking. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was studying me curiously through his glasses, his eyes twinkling slightly. I quickly got to my feet when he began descending the stairs.

"Ehm, Good Morning headmaster! Uhm, I-"

"Couldn't sleep Miss Potter?" He shot it, giving me a small smile.

Softly I nodded. I got this weird feeling that he could see right through me, and it made me feel uncomfortable. His piercing blue eyes just gave me that expression. I was nervous, having never been any close to the headmaster before, least of all talked to him! At the moment he looked so very carefree, like he just wanted to take everything in a slow pace. For a moment I wished that I would be able to live like that one day, carefree and in my own tempo.
The Headmaster unlocked the doors to the Great Hall with only a swish of his hand, leading me inside. I quickly found a good spot on the Slytherin table, satisfied with my own choice. I chose to ignore the urge to grab all the food in my sight, deciding to wait until more people had arrived. Naturally my belly would growl at me countless times, but I ignored it. The people did arrive eventually, though, but for a very long time I was the only Slytherin in the Great Hall. I didn't start to eat before half of the school had turned up. I wanted to be early for my first classes of the day, but not that early.

"You're the Potter girl, right?"

I looked up from my sandwich just to be met with a very familiar but yet unfamiliar face. It was the boy I had talked to under the opening feast of my first year. Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team , 5th year. What did he want from me? I was a simple nobody.

"Yes?" I realized that my voice sounded bored, almost annoyed, but I really could care less.

"Hey, I'm-"

"Marcus Flint, Quidditch Captain, 5th year. Yes, I know who you are." Oh, I was such a nerdy know it all sometimes!

"Can I sit here?"

At first I thought that it was some kind of sick joke or maybe even a bet, but as I looked around and found no laughing or staring faces. Even his face was kept entirely serious.

"Yeah, sure. If you want to! But don't you have, like, a lot of friends that follow you around or something?"

Marcus Flint sat down and I swear that I saw relief on his face for a short moment. He began piling food onto his plate immediately.

"Mhm. None of them were ready, so I left them behind." he grinned. I noticed that he still had some very messed up teeth. "-besides! I can't stand the gossip most of the time. You are the only Slytherin that is actually not talking all the bloody time."

Of course, I was only a simple distraction for him. A breakfast table buddy. Still, he was the first to ever consider me an option at all! Even though it was just to look busy and popular.

"So... Goal on getting the Quidditch Cup this year too?" I asked, feeling very stupid.

Marcus swallowed his food before grinning widely.

"Don't I always?"

I couldn't help but to giggle quietly by his goofy behaviour. Something unbelievable then happened. He smiled. Marcus Flint smiled at me. A real smile, not the "yup, I'm popular and cool" smile, but a real and kind one. It lighted up his face as I giggled. Getting one of those felt great! Absolutely wonderful.
Professor Snape was walking down the Slytherin table now, handling out the timetables. I was so exited that I found it very hard to sit still, which again made Marcus laugh at me.

"Your timetable, Miss Potter." professor Snape handed me the piece of paper with ease, giving me a small, almost invisible smile when he saw my reaction.

"Mr Flint, I expect you to do your very best this year. It is, after all, your most important year. Do not disappoint me."

"No sir." Marcus quickly responded.

My eyes began scanning the timetable immediately. Who wouldn't on the very first day of school? As I got futher and futher down on the page I realized that I could say myself pretty happy about it. I had Herbology first period, followed by Double Potions, soon followed by Anchient Runes (which was one of my new subjects). I said goodbye to Marcus before hurrying downstairs to get my bag and schoolbooks.

On my way down I ended up almost running into my dorm mates who had just left the Common Room. God they were late sometimes! And people wondered why I didn't get along with them? They were messy, gossiping, thick, rich girls. Only our dorm proved that. It was so messy! Clothes and sheets everywhere. And none of them had even bothered to unpack anything like I had. It really amazed me that someone of such high blood status could be so indescribably unorganized.

I grabbed the books for my morning classes and made sure that my bag was all set for another year of school. I also put on my robe this time, seeing that I was actually going outside. The air outside as fresh and a bit chilly. There were still signs of the summer that had just been, but it was slowly fading into fall. The wind was blowing my hair all over the place, which made me regret not having braided my hair again.
Professor Sprout was already down in the greenhouses when I arrived, which only meant that I didn't need to wait outside. It had always amused me how much professor Sprout loved her job and plants. She acted like her plants were her children. Her passion were devoting, inspiring. Me myself had always been mildly interested in the Herbology subject, seeing that it had so much to do with Potions. Even Professor Snape talked highly of the subject and the teacher. Most of the other Slytherin's thought it to be a waste of time, paining me slightly.

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"Who here can tell me what the main ingredients for the polyjuice potion is?"

Professor Snape's voice was low and dangerous. Half of the class was terrified of him. They were visibly shaking. The other half was just scared of him. I was neither of them. Professor Snape was my favorite teacher of all times. None of the others could really compare. He began walking around the classroom slowly. No one was raising their hands to answer. I was uncertain of the answer myself. In the end I decided that it didn't matter. I wanted to take a chance. It wasn't like he would bite my head off if I was wrong!

"Yes, Miss Potter?"

"Is it... A part of the person you want to turn into? Like, a piece of their skin or hair?"

I sat completely still, hoping that my instinct had once again turned out to be right. He was the one who had asked me to trust my instinct in the first place. A small glimmer appeared in his eyes.

"Correct, Miss Potter! 10 points to Slytherin."

Some of the Gryffindor's in the back of the classroom groaned. They had this crazy idea that every time professor Snape gave a Slytherin a house point he did it only to favour them, never because they were actually right. I knew for a fact that he was a bit lighter on his own in public, but not at all behind his locked office door. I only shook my head lightly, smiling happily to myself for getting it right. My hours of reading finally turned out to be useful.

"And can anyone tell me what makes the polyjuice potion such a difficult potion to make correctly?"

This question was easy. In my opinion it should've been easy enough for the 1st years to understand. My hand flew back up into the air just a second after it was asked. But this time it wasn't me professor Snape called upon.

"Mr Weasley?"

I turned around in my chair, turning my attention to the very back of the classroom where the Weasley twins sat together with a black, Gryffindor boy. I only rolled my eyes, waiting for what stupidity they would spit out next. I absolutely loathed them. The three of them had already done enough to bother professor Snape for a lifetime. I couldn't think of any students at school more annoying than them.

"Is it...-" one of the twin's began, clearly ready to pop with laughter. The other two were giggling like a pair of girls. They were worse than Selena and Emily! "-that the people are so ugly that they are too hard to transform?"

All three of them burst out laughing, clutching their stomach's, barely breathing between their laughing. I secretly hoped that they would suffocate. Most of the other Gryffindor's began smiling or giggling along with them. My eyes snapped to professor Snape, trying to read him. I saw it clear as day. The look he was giving them would've killed them if looks could kill, it was the most deadly glare I have ever seen!

"ENOUGH!"

The classroom became quiet as the grave. Everyone except the three of them, at least, who was still giggling to themselves. All of us Slytherin's knew very well what was coming and was already waiting for professor Snape's deadly doom. Even I did, even though not quite as happily.

"Fi-fty points from Gryffindor." Became their punishment. Lucky for them that they didn't get detention, again. "But," professor Snape continued, putting very much pressure on the word. "Next time you dare to disturb my classes it will be detention, and I swear, I'll make sure you both have detention each day until Graduation."

Professor Snape's angry voice always gave me shivers. Still, they did deserve it! They bothered him in almost each potions class since our first day at school in our 1st year.
He turned around on the spot. No one dared to say a word. From what I could see and hear, some of my classmates didn't even dare to breath normally. All I could really think of was how nobody had really answered his question. An idea hit me. Would it lighten his mood a bit if I answered his question correctly? I hoped so. Uncertainly I raised my hand again. Several of my Slytherin class mates motioned for me to take my hand down, but I didn't listen to them. Professor Snape was standing by his desk, his back to the class. The seconds went by, beating my hopes slightly as he never acknowledged me at all. I knew him well enough to know that he saw me. He knew I had raised my hand.

"Yes, Miss Potter? Do share with us what is bothering you."

"I don't wish to come with a question, sir."

Professor Snape paused, before turning around, his robes swishing as he did. Very slowly did he approach my table at the front of the class. Most of the students at the school would get terrified by this, to me it only made me a bit nervous. He then bent down, his palms placed firmly on the table, his face on level with mine.

"Then what, Miss Potter?" professor Snape almost whispered to me, one eyebrow raised. Because of the quietness of the classroom I knew that everyone could hear him.

"An answer, to your question."

He leaned back slightly. I had gotten him interested now, I could see it. The interest was clear in his eyes. With his left hand he motioned for me to continue.

"The reason why so many fail to make a proper polyjuice potion is because they are not precise enough with their ingredients."

Satisfied with myself, I smiled widely when professor once again awarded me 10 house points. I really did love potions.

Now it was happening. I was walking through the hallways, up to the 6th floor. Ancient Runes was next. The only other Slytherin I knew of who would be taking the subject was one of the boys, Adrian Pucey. Luckily, he was the only other Slytherin that I actually tolerated. I hadn't actually talked to him before, but at least he hadn't been a part of the group that had been bullying and making fun of me. All I really knew about him was that he was on the Slytherin Quidditch team and that his father was a half-blood. Funny how much you suddenly learn about people's blood status when you are in Slytherin.
As I approached the Ancient Runes classroom, 6A, I got to scan the other people who would be my classmates in the subject. Two Gryffindor's, Charles Hollingberry and Lisa Porter, 4 Ravenclaw's; Adam Well, Jacob Sunleaf, Grace Bailey and Rebecca Bennett, and two Hufflepuff's; Benjamin Walters and Adeleid Otter. A great mix if I was going to be completely honest. Our teacher, Bathsheba Babbling, arrived close to 10 minutes after the school bell had rung. Somehow that really annoyed me more than it should.

"If you would all just take a seat? Thank you. Welcome, welcome! It always delights me when I get the list of my new students, new faces is always nice to have. Well, I'll just have to check if everyone found their way."

She called us all out one by one, actually doing it twice, just to watch us all reply. I couldn't really see the point in it. She didn't really seem like the teacher that would easily remember her students names.

"In this class I will teach you to read the runes, translate them and understand them. We will also focus on the history of the runes themselves. I can guarantee you that you will never regret taking this subject!"

I smirked softly to myself as I collected my books and a sheet of paper to write on. In the wizarding world people would usually use parchment to write on, but I really preferred writing notes in my note book. It was easier to keep a good order of the notes that way.
Professor Babbling began her lesson with teaching us the main story of the most commonly used runes, of how our ancestors had used them as writings in the older days and where it really came from. This year we would focus on the history, numbers from 0 to 9 and several basic expressions and words. Didn't sound so hard at all! I thought that the subject would be just perfect for me. I had longed for a subject that actually challenged me, and here it was!

Oh, couldn't they just shut up? Why did they always have the need to talk so much, it was annoying!
I had been a bit later than usual for lunch. Me and professor Babbling had stopped to share our delight about the oncoming year, and we actually stayed behind for 15 minutes. This all made me get late, forcing me to take one of the only spots left at the Slytherin table, just beside Mira, Joan and Alexandra, my dorm mates. All they ever did was talking about boys, fashion and blood status. Of couse, none of them were really that bright, barely managing an Acceptable in most subjects. A good thing for all those pureblooded men that wanted to stay the dominant one and be old fashioned I guess. I even tried to block them out, but in vain. The whole ended up in me eating, constantly sending helpless glances at professor Snape and me moaning into my food. Even though I got there very late, I still left loooong before the three of them. I still had my high hopes about the year, though! It was going to be very though, yup, but I really had the feeling like it was going to work out. I had a good feeling about the year. I knew it was going to be great, troublesome, but great.