Professor Snape
Everyone was talking about Harry. Whispers followed him everywhere. Of course Harry was used to this, but he still couldn't get used to it. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he walked through the hallways.
"Ron. If you were me, in this situation with everyone staring at you and talking about you, what would you do?" Harry asked Ron, who was following him like a lost puppy.
"Me? Blimey, I'd be bloody nervous. Everyone's talking about me, and who knows what rumours are spreading around?" Ron replied.
Was it just him, or was Ron acting more intelligible? Wait a second… He had asked Ron what he would do… But Ron had answered what he would feel.
"Ron, he asked you what you would do, not what you would feel. I, personally, would ask everyone what they were staring at. That there was nothing to look at." Hermione said, as sensible as ever.
"So should I do that?" Harry asked her, smirking a little.
"If you want. It's your life, your decisions." Hermione said.
"OK then." Harry said. Turning around to the many people staring at him, he said, "What are you staring at, may I ask? There's nothing to look at."
Many people blushed, and one person said, "You." Some people looked away, pretending that they hadn't been staring at him.
"That's better, don't you think?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione.
"Yeah, much." Ron said.
After a few classes, such as the oh so boring History of Magic class that Professor Binns taught and Transfiguration class taught by Professor McGonagall that Harry could easily follow, they finally had the class that Harry had been wanting to have. Potions Class.
"Ah, yes, Harry Potter. Our new celebrity." Professor Snape said snidely.
Snape gave them a lecture about what they would learn in Potions class, and finally what Harry had been waiting for came.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked suddenly.
"You would get a sleeping potion so powerful that it is known as the Draught of Living Death." Harry replied immediately, laid back.
Snape expression flickered for a moment, but as soon as it had changed, it was gone. "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"Well, it's probably most likely in your Potions cabinet. But, if it wasn't, then I'd find it in the stomach of a goat. It is a stone that will save you from most potions." Harry said, before Snape could ask him what it was.
Snape's face expression turned into one of anger. "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, Potter?"
"They're the same thing. They're a plant, and it also goes by the name of aconite." Harry replied.
Most of the Gryffindor's were snickering behind their hands on Snape's face expression.
"SILENCE!" Snape roared, which caused immediate silence.
Snape set everyone up into partners and told them to make a potion that cures boils.
He criticized everyone, except for Draco, as usual.
"Neville. Don't forget to add porcupines after you take the cauldron off the fire!" Harry said, suddenly remembering what had happened before.
Unfortunately, he had remembered too late. The cauldron had collapsed and the potion had drenched him. There were red boils all over his arms and legs.
"Idiot boy! You were supposed to add the porcupine quills after taking the cauldron off the fire!" Snape snarled at him, clearing the spilled potion with a wave of his wand.
Neville whimpered.
"How did you know what would happen?" Ron asked Harry.
"Well, I'm a genius, am I not?" Harry said to him, smirking. (A/N: Is Harry beginning to do things like Draco too much now?)
As Snape came towards Harry and Ron, who had been working beside Neville, Harry suddenly exclaimed, "Don't take any points off me, I did tell him not to add the quills, but he just didn't do it fast enough."
Snape's expression was one of surprise. He had obviously not expected Harry to say that. "A point you've lost for being rude to me." He said snidely, turning around with a flash.
Harry's hands clenched, but soon unclenched once again, thinking, Snape really is the same as he was back then. He'll find any opportunity to take points off me. But I know, inside, he cares for me. Well maybe not cares, but he doesn't hate me.
Harry grinned, he was finally going to be able to fly again. Too bad the Firebolt hadn't come out yet, or he would have beaten everyone easily.
"It's a Remembrall!" Neville's excited voice interrupted his thoughts. Neville explained what a Remembrall did, as Harry remembered how he had gotten onto the Quidditch team. And it was all thanks to Neville's Remembrall.
Draco snatched the Remembrall from Neville's hand when Harry abruptly spoke to him.
"Draco, that's so impressive! I know you're trying to show off your stealing skills, but it's okay. We all know that you're a good thief." Harry said coolly.
Draco's skin turned into a darker shade.
"Oh I'm a thief. Yeah, because once I get onto the Quidditch team, I'll be stealing house points, when I get the Snitch." Draco said, smirking as he recovered himself.
"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall's sharp voice said as she broke the tension.
"Malfoy's gotten my Remembrall." Neville broke in quickly.
"Just looking." Draco said scowling as he walked off with Crabbe and Goyle following him like lost puppies.
Harry, you're supposed to be trying to make Draco a better person, not a worse one. Come on, you can do it. Harry thought.
Madam Hooch arrived. "Now, everyone grab a broom and place it on the ground in front of you, please."
Everyone got a broom and placed it in front of them.
"Now, hold your hand out in front of you, and say 'UP!'" Madam Hooch said.
"UP!" Everyone said. Harry's broom came right away, and he enjoyed the feeling of having a broom in his hand again.
Some people, for example Hermione, who was good at everything except for flying, and Neville, who was too clumsy to fly properly, could not get the broom to fly to their hands.
"Now put the broom in between your legs and urge yourself to go forward." Madam Hooch said.
Harry did so easily. He flew around, twisting and doing somersaults, loving the feeling of being in the air again. He noticed everyone staring at him and blushed. He soon returned to the ground.
Oh shoot! NEVILLE! Harry thought as he heard Neville screaming. He looked up to see Neville already in the air going as high as ever.
Neville fell through the air and landed on the ground.
Madam Hooch leaned over him and checked him over. "Broken wrist… bloody nose…" she muttered.
"You lot! I am off to take Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing and you all behave yourself while I'm gone!" She shouted as she Wingardium Leviosa'd him to the Hospital Wing.
"Hey Draco! See this Remembrall? You want to have a contest to see who can get it first?" Harry asked.
"Sure, I bet I can beat you." Draco said, smirking.
"Sure. Hey Blaise, can you hold it up for us and drop it when we say so?" Harry asked.
"Harry! You can't do this! You'll lose more points for us! And both of you might get hurt!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Shut it, why don't you, Granger?" Ron said snobbily.
"OK I will. So up midair, you mean?" Blaise asked, clarifying everything.
"Yup. OK, Draco get on your broom and we'll both wait for him to drop it." Harry said.
Harry and Draco both flew into the air and positioned their brooms. Blaise flew above them and dropped the Remembrall. Harry and Draco dived for it, but alas, Harry got it first.
"POTTER! MALFOY! What in the world were you doing? You could have broken your necks! Get over here right now!" Professor McGonagall shouted, just like Harry had planned. Draco was a good flier, and Harry knew that Draco would show potential and get on the Slytherin Quidditch team.
"I told you they'd get in trouble." Harry heard Hermione saying to the rest of the class.
"Great. Now you've gotten me into trouble." Draco hissed at Harry.
"Oh you can't be so sure about that." Harry said, smugly.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, I finally get to update… :3 Sorry about that. It's just…. Really busy with life and all… so much homework… -_- Anyway, have a great March Break! :) And, F&F, R&R, PM... You know the drill! :P