Hogwarts (Morning)
"How have you just woken up two minutes ago?" Ron asked Calore as they rushed to their next class with McGonagall.
"It's not my fault I slept late!" the blonde shot back defensively. "Someone in my dorm used a fire extinguishing charm while I was sleeping!"
"Are you okay?" Harry asked his sister, concerned.
"Meh. I got a crick in my shoulder, but that's probably just stress." Calore said nonchalantly.
Eventually, they made it to the classroom. Everyone in class, even the cat on McGonagall's desk, looked at them in exasperation. "We made it." Ron said, out of breath. "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?"
"I don't need to." Harry said, referring to the cat. This wasn't the first time he'd seen a teacher transform into an animal. And right on cue, the cat jumped off the desk and morphed into McGonagall.
"That was bloody brilliant." Ron said, astonished.
"Thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley." the woman said dryly. "Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure you, Mr. Potter, or his sister into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time."
"Someone used a fire extinguisher on me, so we were a little behind schedule." Calore explained, shocking many of the Gryffindor students. 'Wow, this teacher is sassy.' she thought to herself, being reminded of one of her aunts.
"I'm sorry for that, but in the future, I expect you three to be on time." McGonagall said, allowing the trio to find their desks.
Snape's Classroom (Day)
Snape entered the room very dramatically, opening the door so hard that it crashed into the wall. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." he declared, walking to his desk. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few-" He stopped for a moment to look directly at Malfoy. "-who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."
'This should be interesting.' both Xiao-Long siblings thought simultaneously. They only ever studied potions once, and that was under Pop Fizz. Needless to say, his lessons were complete gibberish.
"Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity." Snape said, glaring at the boy. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Instantly, Hermione's hand went up. But almost unaware of her presence, Harry wracked his mind to find the answer. "Um, Draught Of Living Death, sir." he said, unsure of himself. His Aunt Ivy taught him everything he knew about plants, and she was an expert in the subject.
The answer seemed to take Snape aback for a moment. "Lucky guess." he said. "Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"
"In the stomach of a llama, deer, or goat, sir." Harry said. This time, he had actual experience backing his answer, as he'd actually seen a bezoar before and held it in his hands. It was disgusting, yes, but fascinating.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked.
"There isn't one, sir." Harry said. Again, Aunt Ivy's teachings came in handy.
"Very good, Potter." the black-haired teacher said, a slight, but visible smile on his face. "Why is no one writing this down?" he loudly asked, prompting everyone apart from Harry to frantically jot down everything Snape had said in the past five minutes.
Meanwhile, Calore was curious about the questions he asked. 'I might need to write a letter to Aunt Ivy when I get back to the dorm.' she thought to herself as she wrote in her notebook.
Great Hall (Day)
"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum." Seamus chanted, waving his wand at a goblet of water.
"Um, is he trying to-" Harry asked Ron. He only knew of one other being capable of the feat, and his family wasn't exactly on good terms with them.
"Yep. He actually managed to make a weak tea yesterday." the redhead explained. "At least, before-" Ron was cut off when the goblet exploded in a ball of light. Seamus' face, now covered in soot, elicited laughs from everyone at the table.
Suddenly, a loud screech was heard throughout the hall. "What was that?" Calore asked.
"Ah, finally. Mail's here." Ron said, smiling. Hundreds of owls flew into the hall via the windows near the ceiling, dropping various parcels and letters to the students below.
"Wait, do these owls belong to the senders or the school?" Harry asked Ron, nervous.
"Usually they belong to the senders. Why?" the boy answered, confused. The sound of glass shattering was the only response he got. A giant raven with metallic feathers crashed into one of the windows, instantly breaking through it. Many of the students panicked as it descended to where Harry and Calore were seated.
"Hey, Corviknight." Calore said, getting up to pet the large bird. "Did you have a nice trip?" The Raven Pokemon let out a screech in response, showing that it enjoyed the journey. That's when the blonde noticed the bag hanging around its neck. She reached into it and got out two letters, one addressed to her and the other to Harry.
"Can someone please explain what's happening?" Hermione asked, feeling left out of the loop.
"Oh, right. This is Corviknight. It's one of many magical creatures that our dad takes care of." Harry explained. "Since he doesn't have an owl, it looks like he decided to use it to deliver mail to us." As he said this, he grabbed a piece of meat and gave it to the Pokemon, who gleefully ate it.
"Isn't it illegal to have magical creatures fly about like that?" Neville asked, feeling small compared to Corviknight.
"Oh, definitely." both Xiao-Long siblings said in unison. Shortly after, Corviknight took off, smashing another window in the process.
"Your father's either reckless, or crazy." Hermione said, wondering how a man who'd commit crimes this blatantly could possibly be a parent.