The next day Harry, Daphne, Susan and Hannah were enjoying their meals when they learned Potions class would resume today. Harry decided today to be in his male aspect.
The four first years they have made their way to the potions classroom. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a petite woman in her mid-twenties with long, curly chestnut hair pulled back into a neat bun and covered with a clear hairnet. Daphne eagerly took a seat next to Harry, while Susan settled in beside Hannah.
The room was filled with the familiar scent of herbs and potions brewing, adding to the atmosphere of magic and mystery. The walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of glass bottles, each containing a different coloured liquid that glimmered in the dim candlelight. As the students waited for class to begin, they could hear the distant sound of cauldrons bubbling and the faint whispers of incantations coming from within the professor's private office.
"Good afternoon, everyone. I am Professor Andromeda Tonks" she announced, her clear hair cover glistening under the dim lights of the classroom. "Welcome to Potions, I will be your potions professor after Professor Snape was arrested, I apologize for the lack of classes but my predecessor left the potions program at Hogwarts in a mess"
She began to walk between the rows of desks, her robes swishing softly. "In this class, you'll learn not just the practicalities of potion-making. You'll understand how to follow a recipe and the 'why' behind each ingredient and process."
The dark-haired professor glided to the front of the classroom, her billowing black robes giving off a faint scent of herbs and potions. She scribbled a list of potion names on the chalkboard with precise, elegant strokes: Cure for Boils, Forgetfulness Potion, Wiggenweld Potion, Herbicide Potion, Antidote to Common Poisons, Pompion Potion, Strength Potion, and Hair-Raising Potion.
"Now," she said, turning to face her students with a stern expression. "Today we will not be brewing any potions because we need to go over safety regulations.." She pulled a small bag from her pocket and placed hairnets on each student's desk. "First off, if your hair is long enough, it must be tied back in a bun. This rule applies to everyone regardless of gender. And secondly, everyone must wear a hairnet. No exceptions." She paused and scanned the room until every head was nodding in understanding. "When I turn my back I expect everyone's hair to be fixed."
The classroom buzzed with the quiet sounds of compliance as students hurried to follow Professor Tonks's instructions. Harry, Daphne, Susan, and Hannah, along with their classmates, quickly tied their hair back if it was long and donned the hairnets provided. The importance of these safety measures was not lost on them; potion-making was known to be a precise and sometimes dangerous art. Harry glanced around, noting the seriousness with which everyone took the new professor's rules. It was a change from the usual Hogwarts classroom atmosphere, where some students might have taken the opportunity to joke around.
Once everyone was properly attired, Professor Tonks nodded in approval. "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson why is your hair not tied and in a hair net?"
The question directed at Malfoy and Parkinson caused a ripple of quiet murmurs among the students. Draco Malfoy, with his sleek blond hair usually worn loose, looked particularly affronted. Pansy Parkinson, whose hair was styled in elaborate curls that framed her face, seemed equally displeased. Both had an air of entitlement that suggested they were unaccustomed to being called out in front of their peers.
Draco's face tightened, his aristocratic features taking on a look of disdain. "I was under the impression that such... rudimentary precautions were beneath those of pureblood status," he said, his tone dripping with condescension.
Pansy nodded in agreement, her expression sour. "Indeed, Professor. It's hardly fitting for us to be treated the same as everyone else, especially with... certain ancestries," she added, casting a disparaging glance towards some of her classmates.
The classroom fell silent, the tension palpable. Professor Tonks's expression, however, remained calm and unbothered. She walked slowly towards Draco and Pansy, her gaze steady and authoritative.
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson," she began, her voice firm but not unkind. "I am not Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy you can ask my sister who just so happens to be your mother, I have no tolerance for insubordination, I am also your head of house and I will not tolerate what Professor Snape tolerated in Slytherin in the past, you will both get one-hundred points from Slytherin."
The entire classroom seemed to hold its breath at Professor Tonks's declaration. The removal of points, especially in such a significant amount, was a rare and serious punishment, one that underscored the gravity of the situation.
Draco and Pansy exchanged glances, their earlier arrogance evaporating in the face of such unexpected discipline. Slowly, with evident reluctance, they began to comply, tying back their hair and placing the hairnets over their heads. The rest of the class watched in silent approval, a newfound respect for their new professor evident in their attentive postures and quiet demeanour.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson. Now, as I was saying," Professor Tonks continued, turning back to the rest of the class as if the incident had been a minor interruption. "Safety in potion-making is paramount. The precautions we take are not about pedigree or blood status; they are about ensuring that every one of you leaves this classroom in the same condition you entered it—if not a little wiser. Any questions?"
Her question was met with a respectful silence, the students were thoroughly cowed by her display of authority and fairness. Not a single hand was raised, a testament to the clarity of her instructions and the seriousness with which the students now regarded her.
"Very well," Professor Tonks said, a slight smile breaking through her stern demeanour. "Raise your hand if you have a Pewter Cauldron?"
As hands shot up around the room, Professor Tonks made her way through the rows, noting the types of cauldrons her students had brought with them. Her eyes were keen, missing no detail, as she offered advice and insights on how the material of a cauldron could affect potion quality. The focus on such practical details reinforced the importance of every aspect of potion-making, from the theoretical to the seemingly mundane.
"I suspected as much," she remarked, after a quick survey of the cauldrons. "Pewter cauldrons contain lead, which is poisonous if it leaks into your potion. Lead can turn a Wiggenweld Potion into a lethal poison effective immediately I will be given extra credit for those who replace your Cauldron with Cast Iron, next year Pewter Cauldrons will be banned from entering this classroom and I will be expecting everyone to have a Cast Iron Cauldron. does everyone understand?"
The students nodded, some looking concerned as they glanced down at their pewter cauldrons, realizing the potential dangers they hadn't considered before. Harry, Daphne, Susan, and Hannah shared a look of surprise, appreciating the level of detail and care Professor Tonks was putting into their safety and education.
"Yes, Professor Tonks," the class chorused in unison, their voices reflecting a mix of respect and a newfound understanding of the seriousness of potion-making.
"Excellent," Professor Tonks replied, her stern facade softening slightly with satisfaction. "Next on the Agenda, whenever I am having a practical lesson in front of your desk will be safety goggles, dragonhide gloves, and a lab coat, you will be wearing them as you brew your potions. Now can someone tell me what is the best way to prevent accidents while brewing a potion?"
Hermione Granger's hand shot up, her eagerness undiminished by the new professor's strictness. "Yes, Miss Granger?" Professor Tonks acknowledged her.
"Preparation and organization, Professor," Hermione answered confidently. "Ensuring that you have all your ingredients measured and laid out before you start, knowing the steps of the potion by heart, and keeping your work area clean and free of unnecessary items can prevent many accidents."
"Very well said, Miss Granger, Ten points to Gryffindor" Professor Tonks approved, her eyes twinkling with approval. "Preparation, organization, and cleanliness are indeed crucial to safe potion brewing. Accidents in this classroom are often the result of negligence, haste, or a lack of respect for the potion-making process. Each potion we brew can be as dangerous as it is beneficial, depending on how it is prepared."
She paced in front of the class, her presence commanding attention. "In addition to Miss Granger's excellent points, constant vigilance and following instructions to the letter are paramount. Potions is not a subject where improvisation or guesswork is rewarded. Precision is key."
Professor Tonks paused near the center of the classroom, her gaze sweeping over her students to ensure she had their full attention. "This is why, despite our focus on safety today, I want each of you to understand the importance of respecting the art of potion-making. It's a delicate balance between science and magic, one that requires both your intellect and your intuition."
The class listened intently, the gravity of their new professor's words sinking in. It was clear that Professor Tonks intended to instill a deep respect for potion-making in her students, emphasizing not just the technical skills required but the mindset and discipline needed to excel in the subject.
"Next class, we'll have a Potions safety test" Professor Tonks announced, her eyes scanning the room. "For now I want someone to tell me the first ingredient of a Cure for Boils Potion?"
The room was filled with momentary silence as the students quickly rifled through their memories and notes, eager to impress their new professor with their knowledge. It was Neville Longbottom who, somewhat surprisingly, raised his hand with a hesitant but determined gesture. The other students turned their attention to him, curious to see if the boy known for his nervousness and occasional mishaps in class could provide the correct answer.
"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?" Professor Tonks prompted, giving him an encouraging nod.
"Dried nettles, Professor," Neville answered, his voice gaining confidence as he spoke. "The first ingredient in a Cure for Boils Potion is dried nettles."
"Correct, Mr. Longbottom," Professor Tonks replied, a warm smile gracing her features for the first time since the class began. "Ten points to Gryffindor. Dried nettles are indeed the first ingredient, known for their anti-inflammatory properties which help in reducing the swelling and redness associated with boils."
The class murmured appreciatively, impressed by Neville's knowledge. It was a small victory for him, but a significant one, considering his previous struggles with confidence, especially in potions class.
"What is the next ingredient" Professor Tonks continued, her tone shifting back to its previously authoritative cadence. She looked at the class and saw Daphne's hand was up "Miss Greengrass"
"Six Snake fangs," Daphne answered promptly, her voice clear and confident. "They need to be crushed into a fine powder before being added to the potion."
"Excellent, Miss Greengrass. Ten points to Hufflepuff," Professor Tonks said, nodding in approval. "Crushed snake fangs help to break down the potion's base, allowing it to better penetrate the skin and treat the boils effectively."
She turned back to the blackboard, adding notes on the ingredients and their purposes. "Miss Bones, can you tell me how do you properly crush snake fangs?"
Susan Bones hesitated for a moment, collecting her thoughts before answering. "First, you should wear protective gloves to avoid any accidental cuts or exposure to venom residues. Then, place the snake fangs on a hard surface, ideally a potion-grade mortar. Use a pestle to apply even pressure, crushing the fangs into a powder. It's important to ensure the powder is fine and uniform to guarantee the potion's effectiveness and consistency."
"Very well explained, Miss Bones," Professor Tonks praised, her eyes reflecting her approval. "Ten points to Hufflepuff. Proper preparation of ingredients is crucial in potion making. An unevenly crushed ingredient can lead to unpredictable results, which in potions can be very dangerous."
The classroom atmosphere was one of engaged learning, with students now fully absorbed in the lesson. Professor Tonks's method of teaching, combining strict discipline with clear, concise explanations and practical advice, resonated well with her students. They were beginning to understand the depth of knowledge and respect for the craft required to excel in potions.
"As you can see," Professor Tonks continued, "each step in the potion-making process, from ingredient preparation to the actual brewing, requires attention to detail and a deep understanding of the properties of each component. This is what makes potion-making both challenging and rewarding."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "For homework I want you to give me the rest of the ingredients for the cure for boils potion, I want you to write a paragraph about what each ingredient does and a paragraph on how to prepare each ingredient. I also want an essay of at least six paragraphs on safety while Potion making."
The assignment elicited a mix of reactions from the students. Some, like Hermione, seemed eager at the prospect of diving into the research and writing, while others, like Neville, appeared apprehensive but determined. Harry, Daphne, Susan, and Hannah shared a look that conveyed a mutual understanding of the challenge ahead, but also a silent agreement to support each other through it.
"As we conclude today's class," Professor Tonks said, her tone shifting to a more encouraging note, "I want each of you to remember that potion-making is a skill that can be mastered with patience, practice, and respect for the craft. The rules and precautions we discussed today are not meant to stifle your creativity but to ensure that you can explore the art of potion-making safely."
She looked around the classroom, making eye contact with each student. "I believe each of you has the potential to become proficient in potions, no matter your current skill level. It's my hope that, together, we can rebuild the potions program into one that encourages curiosity, rigour, and a deep appreciation for the magical properties of the world around us."
With a final nod, Professor Tonks dismissed the class. The students began to pack up their belongings, buzzing with the excitement and nervous energy that often accompanied the beginning of a new academic challenge. Harry, Daphne, Susan, and Hannah gathered their things and waited for the crowd to thin before making their way out of the classroom.
"That was intense," Susan remarked, breaking the silence among them. "But I think she's going to be a great teacher. It's nice to see someone who really cares about potion safety and not just the results."
"Yeah," Hannah agreed, her expression thoughtful. "I feel like I'm going to learn a lot from her. And it's good she's holding everyone to the same standards, even Malfoy and Parkinson."
Daphne nodded a determined glint in her eyes. "I'm looking forward to the homework. It's a chance to prove we're just as good, if not better than the older students."
Harry smiled at his friends, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and excitement for the challenges ahead. "Let's meet up in the library later to start on the homework together. We can help each other out and make sure we all understand the material."
Later that night, as Harry and Daphne sat together in their dorm room pouring over their potions homework, they were interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that swept through the room. Startled, they looked up to see a figure materialize out of thin air.
"Whoa!" Daphne exclaimed her wand at the ready.
"It's just me," a feminine voice said, and the figure stepped into the light revealing Jophiel.
"Jophiel?" Harry said in surprise "What are you doing here?"
Jophiel sat on the edge of Harry's bed, her expression grave. Harry and Daphne exchanged a worried look before returning to Jophiel.
"I came to speak with you, Harry, about your lessons with me," she began. "But I also wanted to give you an update on my investigation regarding your recent poisoning."
Harry sat up straighter, his heart pounding in his chest. "Did you find out who did it?"
Jophiel shook her head her wings fluttering behind her "Not yet. But I have a few leads that I'm following up on." She paused, studying the son of Artemis's face carefully. "But I don't have any suspects, now your mother has instructed me to tell you to be careful."
Harry nodded, his mind racing with possibilities and concerns. "I will, Jophiel. But what about the lessons? Is there something wrong?"
"No, not at all, and I have to remind you both that nobody can know you are children of Olympian goddesses" Jophiel reassured quickly. "Your progress has been commendable. However, your mother wants me to check on your immortalization process. Daphne, I will check on yours as well. Standard checks that I am sure you're both familiar with."
Jophiel's announcement brought a mix of anticipation and unease. Harry and Daphne shared a glance, understanding the significance of their immortalization process and its implications for their future.
"Of course, Jophiel," Daphne replied, her voice steady despite the nerves she felt at the prospect of being scrutinized by an angel of Jophiel's calibre. "We understand the importance of these checks."
Jophiel nodded, her gaze softening. "I'm glad to hear that. Your mothers are deeply concerned about your well-being, especially with the recent events at Hogwarts. The checks are merely a precaution to ensure that everything is proceeding as it should."
Harry felt a weight lift at Jophiel's words. The concern from their divine parents was comforting, albeit a bit overwhelming. "When do you want to conduct these checks?" he asked.
"Right now. It won't take long, and it's better to address any potential issues sooner rather than later," Jophiel responded, her tone reassuring.
Harry and Daphne exchanged a quick, understanding look before nodding in agreement. Despite the suddenness of the request, they both knew the importance of complying with Jophiel's request, especially given the divine origins of their parentage and the unique challenges it presented.
"Alright, let's do this," Harry said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. The process of immortalization was something both he and Daphne were still coming to terms with, and the idea of being scrutinized, even by an ally like Jophiel, was daunting.
Jophiel gestured for them to stand in front of her, her expression serious but not unkind. "This will only take a moment. I need you to relax and focus on your connection with your divine heritage."
Harry and Daphne did as they were told, closing their eyes and taking deep breaths. They focused on the unique sensations within them, the subtle, almost imperceptible feeling of divine energy that flowed through their veins. It was a connection to their mothers, to Artemis and Demeter, that was both empowering and humbling.
Jophiel began to chant in an ancient language, her voice low and melodic. A soft, warm light emanated from her hands, enveloping Harry and Daphne in its glow. The light seemed to penetrate deep within them, searching, examining. It was a strange sensation, not uncomfortable, but deeply intimate as if Jophiel was touching their very souls.
After a moment, the light faded, and Jophiel stepped back, her expression thoughtful. Harry and Daphne opened their eyes, looking at her expectantly.
"Everything appears to be in order," Jophiel announced, a small smile touching her lips. "Your immortalization processes are proceeding as expected. There are no anomalies or concerns at this time."
Relief washed over Harry and Daphne, visible in their relaxed postures and relieved smiles. The reassurance from Jophiel meant more than they could express; it was a confirmation that they were on the right path, that their divine heritage was a source of strength rather than a burden.
"Thank you, Jophiel," Daphne said, her voice filled with gratitude. "That's a weight off our shoulders."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, thanks. It's good to know everything's going well."
Jophiel's smile widened slightly. "I'm pleased to provide some peace of mind. Remember, your journey is unique, and your divine heritage is a gift. Embrace it, but also remain vigilant. The challenges you face will test you, but I believe in your strength and your ability to overcome them."
With that, Jophiel stood, preparing to leave. "I must return to my duties, but remember, I am always watching over you. Should you need my assistance, do not hesitate to call upon me."
The next day, in the grand and towering great hall, Harry sat at a long table with his friends Susan, Hannah, and Daphne. The warm glow of candlelight danced across their faces as they chatted and laughed together. Suddenly, a mighty horned owl swooped down and dropped a letter onto the table in front of Harry with a loud thud. As if on cue, Lyra - Harry's loyal hawk - flew towards him with graceful wings gracefully beating the air, before gently dropping two more letters onto the table before soaring up to perch on his shoulder. The sound of rustling wings filled the air as the other students turned to watch in awe and curiosity.
With trembling hands, Harry reached for the first letter and carefully tore it open. As he unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanned the neat handwriting, eager to decipher its contents. The words seemed to jump off the page, beckoning him to read on.
Dear Harry J. Potter,
I am not sure you remember me, but I am your father's twin sister. I have been looking forward to meeting you since I discovered your Abuse at the hands of the Dursleys when you were five. You should not have gone there, I want to know how you are doing with the family the muggle's placed you with. I would also like to invite you over to the Bones' manor for Yule. If you can't come for whatever reason I would like to invite you over for the Easter Holiday. I would like to know all about you. If you are wondering why I didn't reach out to you before the answer is simple Dumbledore has prevented me from talking to you. he kept telling me you were enjoying a spoiled life. Obviously with the revelations shortly after your fifth birthday that is not the case.
From Dowager Lady Amelia D. Bones nee Potter
Regent to the Earl of Glamorgan, Susan Amelia Bones
Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
P.S. The book is my copy of the Potter Family Grimoire it contains every spell unique to the Potter Family, from Battle Magic to Healing Magic to magic with everyday uses your copy should be in your vault in Gringotts, when you come over I will need my copy back and you can get yours.
As he finished reading, Harry looked up at Susan, who was watching him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Susan," he said breathlessly, "your mother sent me a letter."
Susan's eyes widened in surprise. "My mother? What did she say?" she asked eagerly.
"She wants to meet me and invited me to stay at the Bones' manor for Yule or Easter," Harry replied, passing the letter to her.
Susan quickly scanned over the contents, a smile spreading across her face. "This is wonderful news, Harry!" she exclaimed. "My mother has been wanting to reach out to you for years, but Dumbledore always prevented her from doing so."
Harry felt a surge of anger towards Dumbledore for keeping him isolated from his own family. But before he could dwell on it further, Hannah and Daphne leaned in closer to catch a glimpse of the letter as well.
"What does it say?" Hannah asked eagerly.
"Harry's aunt wants him to visit their manor for the holidays," Susan replied excitedly.
Hannah's eyes lit up. "That's amazing! You have family who cares about you," she said with a genuine smile.
"Unfortunately I can't over Yule but for Easter, I can" replied Harry as he opened a second Letter his eyes widened as he recognized the Ionic Greek writing the letter was in.
Dear Harry,
I am glad you are fitting in at Hogwarts, the hunt misses you, especially Erika. I am writing to you to remind you to be very careful, you are my pride and joy. And I don't want you to get hurt. before you eat please check every food for poison. Also, keep up on your training. On the seventh floor in the left corridor of Hogwarts Castle, there is a hidden room opposite the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet. The way to open the room was to walk past it three times while thinking about what one needed, and the door would appear. I used it to study for my Newts and Owls back when I was Lily Potter. It provides the perfect place to train with Daphne. And remember when you are in your female aspect to be careful around boys.
Love, your mother Artemis,
Goddess of the Hunt.
Harry's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he finished reading the letter from Artemis. The advice and concern from his divine mother not only reinforced his connection to a world beyond the confines of Hogwarts but also reminded him of the ever-present dangers that lurked within its walls and beyond. He cherished the remainder of the Room of Requirement's existence, a secret passed down from his mother's mortal life, and felt a renewed sense of determination to continue his and Daphne's training in both their magical and divine aspects.
With a thoughtful expression, Harry turned to Daphne, sharing the contents of the letter. Daphne's eyes sparkled with intrigue and excitement at the mention of the hidden room. "That sounds like the perfect place for us to practice," she said with enthusiasm. "We can work on our spells, and combat techniques, and maybe even explore more about our divine abilities."
Harry nodded in agreement, feeling grateful for Daphne's unwavering support and companionship. "Let's plan to start using the room this week," he proposed. "We'll need every advantage we can get, especially with everything that's happening."
I Apologize for the lack of updates, but I am going to have to admit no update will occur next week.
Next on the agenda, I have to make this clear since I was not clear earlier Like the original, this fic is a Shadowhunter chronicle (Specifically the mortal instruments) X Harry Potter X Percy Jackson crossover.
When I changed Petunia/Lily's maiden name to Fairchild that was intentional.
Next on the list:
The events of the Lightning Thief will begin after the second year, this is so the events of the Titan's Curse take place just before the Yule Ball,
I am not sure when I want the events of the City of Bones to take place but it will not be for a while, However, that does not mean that Harry will not meet Jocelyn Fairchild and her daughter Clary earlier, they will meet at the end of 1st year.