"Hermione, wake up! We are going to be late for breakfast." Hermione woke up to Pansy shaking her awake. Frantic, Hermione got dressed in five minutes before running down to the Great Hall. Sitting next to Daphne, Hermione started piling her plate with food. Conversation ensued at the Slytherin table. Ten minutes before the bell rang for classes, a large fluttering sound filled the Hall causing everyone to look up.
"Post has arrived." Draco exclaimed happily. A large black owl dropped a package in front of him. A smaller brown owl dropped a letter in front of Hermione. She opened it.
Dear Kitten,
I'm proud of you for being Sorted into Slytherin. Even though it is the second best house (kidding Cissy!), you are continuing a family tradition. Make sure you do well in classes. I can't wait to hear all about it at Christmas. Study hard and prove James wrong (he says that Harry will be better at studies). Stay close with Harry, even if he is in a different House. If Draco doesn't share those chocolates with you, write to me and I will send him a Howler and plan a prank on him. Write back anyways. Lots of Love. Padfoot
Laughing, Hermione looked up. Draco had a large box of chocolate opened in front of him.
"Draco, Sirius says that if you don't share that with me, he will prank you AND send you a Howler." Eyes wide and his face a shade paler. Draco hurriedly pushed the box towards her. The entire table laughed before heading off to classes.
Hermione and Draco sat next to Harry in the Charms classroom. After talking for a few minutes, they quieted when a miniature person walked up and stood on a stack of books at the front of the classroom.
"Okay, class." The little man had a small squeak in his voice. "This is Charms, Year One. I am your professor, Professor Flitwick. We will be starting with the history of Charms. You must understand the history before continuing in the future. Please open your books to chapter one."
The class opened their books and started reading, learning about how charms are created and used. This would come in handy in the future.
Potions was exhausting. The fumes from everything brewing was blurred together to make a weird-smelling, dark classroom. A tall sallow-faced man in black swept into the classroom.
"Welcome to Potions. I am Professor Snape and I will be teaching you incompetent fools. No foolish wand-waving will be permitted. Make sure you are paying upmost attention to everything you do - because one wrong move and you could possibly kill yourself or others. And off to Azkaban for you." His word made the room become dead silent. Everyone sat up rigid straight, paying attention only to the somber Potions Master. "Potions is the art of brewing and inventing. You could cure an incurable disease, bottle fame, change your appearance, and fake death. Faking death will be our first lesson. The Draught of Living Death, often heard about in the play by the half-blood Shakespeare called Romeo and Juliet. You will be learning about this potion and brewing it in the following weeks. NOw open your textbook to page 394."
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