"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class," Professor Snape said as he burst through the door. "As such, I do not expect many of you to appreciate the fine art of potion making. However, for those select few that have the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death," Snape crossed his arms and glanced at Draco every now and then. I liked some of the things he said, but they all pertained to the Dark Arts. "Then again. Perhaps some of you have to come to Hogwarts with a talent so formidable that you feel confident enough to......not.....pay.....attention!" Snape bellowed as Harry scrawled down what Snape could teach. "Mr. Potter. Our. New. Celebrity," he sneered. I glared at him, trying to keep my hair from going angry red. Hermione nudged Harry and inclined her head to the greasy haired teacher. "Tell me, Mr. Potter. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry shook his head as Hermione's hand shot in the air. "You don't know? Let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione's hand went up again.
"I don't know, sir," Harry whispered, looking down. The Slytherins snickered, and I snapped.
"Bog off! Like any of you know this!" I told them.
"Five points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn, Miss Cason. Mr. Potter, what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape continued.
"I don't know," Harry looked down as Hermione's hand shot, once again, in the air and she was all but shouting the answer.
"Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything," Snape sneered. Harry snapped this time.
"Clearly Hermione knows! Seems a pity not to ask her!" He snarled, looking Snape dead in the eyes. Snape's pale face turned stone cold and he took my chair, after ordering me to stand. He pushed the stool so he was facing Harry.
"Put your hand down you silly girl!" Snape told Hermione. Her hand went down like a dropped bowling ball. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping draught known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will cure you of most poisons. Monkshood and Wolfsbane are the same plant that is also called aconite," Snape said in a hurry. The class began to scribble the information into their notebooks and Gryffindor lost five points for "your classmate's cheek." Potions, was, awful!
A/N: MAJOR FILLER! SORRY! THINGS WILL GET BETTER, PROMISE. SEE YOU THROUGH THE SCREEN! (NOT REALLY)