The next morning as Harry, Ron, and Hermione came down for breakfast together, they were rather surprised to discover Fred and George sitting at the breakfast table looking rather shell shocked. "What's wrong you two?" Ron asked before digging into his breakfast.

"Something unbelievable just happened," Fred pointed out in a dazed tone.

"Something unprecedented," George added.

"Something terrifying."

"Something miraculous."

"Professor Snape was happy to see us," they concluded together.

"Was it about the potion you guys made me?" Harry asked curiously, only to pull back as both of them spun to look at him.

"You told him about the Boil Bombs?" Fred demanded intensely.

"Well, yeah," Harry replied uncertainly. "I us-wait, Boil Bombs? You knew what they would do?"

"Of course we did, Harry," George pointed out logically.

"You think we could come up with ways to make that work if we didn't know what would happen with the mix?" Fred added.

"Why do you think we used a stasis spell?" George pointed out easily. "Those aren't simple."

"Only reason we did was to keep the jar from melting before you wanted to use it," Fred concluded with a shrug.

"But you said you wanted to find out, so of course we wouldn't tell you and rob you of the joy of discovery," George added with a smirk, the two of them looking more themselves at this point.

"Oh," Harry allowed thoughtfully. "Well, yeah, I had to tell Professor Snape about it after I was able to use it to take down the troll last night-"

"Take down the troll?" Fred and George demanded together in shock.

"We knew it would be effective," Fred pointed out thoughtfully.

"But we thought it would work as a prank, not a weapon," George added.

"Guess that's why the Professor wanted to confiscate the rest of them," Fred deduced.

"Good thing we didn't have them all on us," George pointed out with a smirk.

"If he was confiscating them, how is that something so shocking?" Hermione asked curiously.

"He was impressed with our work," Fred explained easily.

"Said he couldn't give us any points for them since we made them as pranks," George continued with a pout.

"But if we did anything like this in the future..." Fred added with a smirk.

"Say, if our boy Harry has anymore commissions for us..." George suggested with a wink.

"He said as long as we brought them to him to check out first for safety reasons..."

"...we could get class credit for them."

"Well that does make sense," Hermione allowed thoughtfully. "Coming up with how to make that work certainly was impressive, after all-"

"Oh, that's not the shocking part," Fred pointed out, his face slowly moving back towards the shell shocked expression of earlier.

"It's what he said before he left," George agreed, his expression matching his twin's.

"He said if our work in this regard continues to impress..."

"...and is as safe to use as the Boil Bomb was, not that he called it that..."

"...not only would these be worth a good deal..."

"...but he'd fully expect us in his NEWT class in three years."

The twins shook their heads in synchronized disbelief. "Professor Snape...looking forward to giving us advanced lessons..." they marveled before they began to eat.

Harry simply shook his head in amusement before pausing in thought. The 'Boil Bomb' was incredibly effective, after all, and would presumably work well on more than just a troll. What other potions could be tweaked to be used like that? Hermione had explained who 'Macgyver' was while they were in the Hospital Wing the previous night - leaving Ron and Madame Pomfrey more than a little stupefied that Professor Snape had, apparently, told a joke - and the idea have having a supply of weaponized potions on him to deal with threats appealed. Still, it wasn't likely he'd figure out new ways to do it right away, right? He'd need a few more lessons under his belt, or maybe get advice from Professor Snape...

Later that day, the trio made their way together to Potions, discussing the previous night and that morning. While Ron didn't like having his 'unmatched wand' being a reason to get graded easier - a point of pride, apparently - Hermione had apparently checked out a book on wand lore before heading to bed and had come up with a few ways Ron might attune himself to Charlie's old wand, given the family connection of its previous owner. While it wouldn't be as good as a matched wand - especially not for emotion-based spells - it would help him step around some of the other issues that came with using someone else's wand to practice magic.

As they reached the dungeon classroom, however, they found a bottleneck at the door of the other first year Gryffindors and Slytherins, staring at something. It took a bit of shoving to get through, but they managed to get in...where an orange see through dragon sat on the potion cupboards behind Professor Snape's desk.

Professor Snape himself sat behind his desk, staring at the gathered students with a raised eyebrow. "While you all are early, which is commendable," he growled out irritably, "the staring is uncalled for. Either take your seats or step aside for those with better manners."

The gathered students quickly made their way to their seats - Hermione shifting hers to be closer to where Harry and Ron sat - but nearly everyone was staring at the 'dragon'. "Is that a real dragon?" Harry whispered under his breath in Parsel, his eyes wide.

"No," Kevin told him quickly. "It's a magic construct...but I'm not sure what sort. I only know that much because I can see the body heat, heartbeat, breath, and other life signs living creatures give off, and it has none."

Nodding to himself, Harry decided to take advantage of still being early to speak up. "Professor," he called out curiously, "what spell is that?" He pointed to the creature, which turned to glare balefully at him as soon as he pointed.

Professor Snape grinned. "Someone with sense," he mused somewhat snidely. "Though I suppose you would spot that, as it is based on your own development." As all eyes spun from Harry to Snape, the dour teacher continued. "The spell in question is Avare Dominus, another variant of the Patronus and Dematio...this one deriving its power from the feelings of greed, jealousy, envy...avarice. However, to make these emotions useful, they must be controlled...thus why the summoned creature acts as a guard for something that is yours." He smirked as more eyes turned to the Avare. "My own development, as it guards my potion supplies from anyone taking anything from them without my express permission." He then sent a scathing look around the room. "Once conjured, it sustains itself by its role fully independent of the caster's magic or orders, so don't test it. As you can tell by the sharpness of its claws and teeth, it is quite vicious if provoked."

Standing, he made his way to the board. "However, this is Potions, not Charms. I have already passed the notes on this spell to Professor Flitwick. Inquire of him if you wish to know more; I barely possess the desire or patience to answer questions for my own subject, let alone someone else's." He quickly wrote up the potion recipe they would be covering that day, one used for treating magic-related hypothermia and other unnatural chills that made traditional treatments like warming charms inapplicable. Unusually, he placed a star next to one of the steps. "Be especially careful to get this step right," he stated firmly as he glanced around the class, his eyes briefly lingering on Neville Longbottom, who gulped at the focused attention. "This is where the potion can go most...dangerously wrong." As his eyes turned towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione as he said that, an expression of wicked glee joined a challenging gaze.

Harry quickly made note of that. It seemed he had his next commission for Fred and George already...