Potions Class
As surprising as his History class had turned out to be, the real shock of the week had actually come from his time in Potions.
Instead of Ron sitting by Hermione, Harry took that position. Ron was a major screw up in this world, and probably would have been as big of one back home had it not been for his riding Hermione's efforts. Harry couldn't see how he was friends with that idiot. He was now hanging out with Neville, Seamus, and Dean. Harry had a feeling that Ron was going to be in the shadows for a very long time with his continued association with Longbottom - which considering all things was a good place for him since he was only a minor sidekick.
This dimension showed Harry how Ron took things from his point of view in their first year. Ron really was quite the jealous prat. He wondered how things would play out if Ron never got to know Hermione. Something he was working on ensuring would never pass. Everyone saw how Neville and his buddies tried to act as if they owned the school by flaunting to everyone that he was the Boy-Who-Lived and by pushing other first years around like he was the king bully of Hogwarts.
But the worst thing of all was that other students were buying into this act and allowing him to get away with his intimidations. Even some second years were following the orders he gave.
There were a few exceptions to every rule in each house. It seems that Pam and Edward in Hufflepuff were ignoring him as were a few people in Ravenclaw and especially Draco Malfoy of Slytherin. Harry was the only first year boy currently in Gryffindor who didn't toe the line to Longbottom's beck and call.
Harry didn't really even care for the other boys. He was polite and all (except when he was insulting), but for the most part, he kept his distance. No, he wanted to and kept his friendship with exactly one person so far: Hermione Granger.
Potions class was much the same way Harry remembered it being. Snape angrily stomped into class, his robes swirling behind him as his greasy hair nearly obscured his contemptuous gaze of the students. Much like the rest of the professors, he gave his opening speech of no wand waving, subtleties of potions, brew fame, and all that rot. Harry didn't much pay attention. He really wasn't going to be taught anything by this yahoo for the next seven years anyway.
Instead, Harry wondered what spell he could use to get his robes to swirl like that when he walked.
Once Snape's introductory speech was over, it was time for his yearly critique. An example of his bias more than a critique of a student's abilities was more accurate Harry knew.
"Ah, yes," Snape said giving an evil smile to his intended target, "our new celebrity." The room had divided up like Harry thought it would: Slytherins on one side, the Gryffindors on the other. Two to a cauldron. Harry had teamed up with Hermione not to peek at her work, but in order to bolster her confidence. Not that she needed it for her coursework, but she certainly needed it in friendship.
Professor Snape surveyed the Gryffindors with a glare, noticing that most of the students couldn't help but cringe except for that annoying apprentice, Potter. The brat had the gall to simply stand his ground and stare back.
"Longbottom! What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape said suddenly, changing the direction of who to intimidate first: the apprentice or the Boy-Who-Lived.
Neville Longbottom immediately began to stutter. "Er… um… ahh… er…"
"Don't know? Let's try again Longbottom. Where would you look if I told you to find me a Bezoar?" Snape sneered while his Slytherin's sniggered. Malfoy gave the Gryffindors an evil grin. His godfather was out for blood today.
Hermione shot her hand up and began waving madly. Harry immediately gave a look that said "don't" and she reluctantly lowered her arm, glaring at him at the same time.
"In the Forbidden Forest?" Neville suggested meekly.
"Incorrect! Five points from Gryffindor. Tell me, Mr. Longbottom, did you think you shouldn't open a book before coming?" Snape sneered.
Neville remained quiet, other than for the red fury in his cheeks and the narrowing of his eyes. Harry simply shook his head slightly, thinking that even for Neville, the jerk-who-lived, that wasn't exactly playing fair. But still, that ponce needed to be taken down a peg or two.
Professor Snape noticed the smirk out of the corner of his eye and quickly said, "Mr. Potter, how about you? Something tells me you must know since you are, after all, an apprentice."
"Since you do not know, Potions Master,and need help answering it, I'll gladly enlighten you. Asphodel and wormwood would a sleeping potion so powerful… it is called the 'The Draught of Living Death.' A real nasty piece of work that should be used on Death Eaters if you want to know my opinion."
"Which we don't, Potter. Keep to the answer at hand. Oh, and five points from Gryffindor for giving an unasked opinion."
"Whatever you say, pops. Anyway, a Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons, professor," this last was said mockingly. "Several that it won't save you from is Draught of Living Death, C-K, or better known as Clumsiness Kills, and also the poisoning of minds from particularly bad potions lessons."
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