The Potions Master

It was the next day and the first lessons of the year. Of course, Morgan and Harry were not used to waking up early or without Friday waking them up.

Morgan woke up with Hermione close to her face.

"I was about to wake you up," Hermione said sheepishly. Morgan rolled over and looked at her alarm clock, and saw it was 6:30, everyone else was asleep.

Morgan found herself thinking about her superfamily. It's been almost 24 hours since she last saw them especially Jean, Charles, and Erik. And mostly her dad...she hadn't seen him for 6 years.

She walked and opened her trunk. There were her clothes, some of her favorite books, and down them all, her guitar bag. She snatched it out and laid it on her bed. She sat on her bed, holding her guitar across her lap. Erik taught her how to play guitar when she was 7. The guitar was her other favorite instrument besides piano.

She took a bath and got ready for the day. She grabbed her bookbag that had her books, parchments, quills, bottled up inkpots, and her wand.

They headed off to the Great Hall for some breakfast, Harry wasn't at the table so his sister assumed he was still in the dorms. Morgan grabbed an egg, three slices of bacon, and a waffle, drenched in syrup.

"Ms. Potter, your schedule," Professor McGonagall said while handing a piece of parchment.

"Thank you, Professor," She replied, whilst she did the same with Hermione. Morgan snatched Hermione's schedule and compared it to hers.

"We have all classes together!" She exclaimed happily and Hermione beamed.

"I think we should do a bit of reading, I heard Defense Against the Dark Arts is terrible," Hermione suggested taking out a book. Morgan nodded and did the same.

Later that day, after having breakfast, Morgan and Hermione were making their way towards Transfiguration Class. Morgan's insides were burning with anxiety. She knew nothing about Transfiguration and didn't have time to read any of her books.

There whispers around from portraits and other students.

the one with brownish-black hair

She is Potter

The mark is on her right wrist

Whispers followed wherever Morgan went. Hermione and I sit next to each other in our transfiguration class. I look around and don't see Harry or Ron. ProfessorMcGonagall turned to her animagus form a cat and then sat on her table. A moment later, I heard running footsteps . Then the doors in the back open up and Harry and Ron rushed in.

"Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said trying to catch his breath.

"You two are late," I tell them.

Before they can respond, the cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron tells her.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time."

"We got lost." Harry chimes in.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

"I'll make sure they find their way next time, Professor," I tell her and she smiles and nods.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. Morgan took out her and started the spell. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger had made any difference to her match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave Hermione a rare smile. Morgan and Harry's at least turned silver if not pointy. It was far better than they both had anticipated. Even after not knowing much about Transfiguration she managed to do some.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

The next class was potions or let's Chemistry, the one Professor Snape handled.

Morgan walked into Potions class and sat next to Harry. Hermione and Ron sat behind them.

Morgan's curiosity was something that neither Charles nor anyone could understand. She stared at the glass jars filled with mysterious things in them.

She played with her specs until her funny thoughts were interrupted as a bang was heard from the back of the classroom, everyone looked back to find Professor Snape storming through the classroom, his robes trailing after him.

Magnificent, Morgan thought. What a dramatic entry! Too much for a first appearance!

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However those select few..." he then made a short pause, glancing over at Draco.

Morgan knew why. Of course, he's Professor Snape's favorite, Charles told us, "... who possess predisposition, I can teach you to how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper in death."

Those cold eyes that looked at Harry and Morgan knew the ways he might do to Harry. He stopped and crossed his arms, "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." He said then looked sternly at Harry. Morgan elbowed Harry and shook her head at him, and then he put his quill down and sits up straight.

Obliviously, it was Harry who was the one not paying attention. Just then without warning like a hurricane or old bad memory, Professor Snape sat in front of them.

Oh great. Morgan sighed.

"Mr. and Ms Potter our new... celebrities. Mr Potter Tell me. What would happen if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked, hands-on their desks leaning in towards Harry. Hermione raised her hand.

"I don't know sir," Harry replies.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I told to find a bezoar?" Snape asked. Once again Harry looked defeated, Hermione's hand was in the air.

"How can we know it is the first day," Harry said. The whole class giggles.

"And the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked, tilting his head to the side, knowing that he was embarrassing Harry. Hermione raised her hand higher.

'Mysterious isn't he?' Charles asked using the Cerebore.

"Clearly Hermione knows why don't You ask her?" Harry says, and giggles are heard.

'I'm not in a mood, Charles.' Morgan replied. Draco and his goons were sniggering.

"Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" Snape looked down on Harry, metaphorically and literally. Morgan felt bad for her brother.

'Show him who you are, won't you?'

"Are you trying to kill him?" Morgan asked fiercely, unable to control her mouth.

"OH, Ms. Potter" Snape said with a flash.

"O you noticed me?" Morgan acted innocently.

"Can you answer the questions for your brother? And hopefully he'll pay attention this time," Snape asked.

Anyone could tell Draco and the others were waiting for the girl-who-lived's failure, but she knew the answers.

"Well, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so strong it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar can be found in a goat's stomach and is used for most cures against poisons, and the last question.. is a tricky one, because monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, ..also known as aconite," She answered straight looking into his eyes.

'Why is silence all around everyone waiting for an atomic bomb blast?' It was Charles again.

"Well? Why aren't you all copying this down, what Ms Potter said?!" Professor Snape said while everyone scrambled for their quills, ink pots and parchment to write things down with. "And Gryffindors note 15 points will be given and 5 points will be taken for classmates cheeks."

Morgan looked behind her and Hermione gives a 'thumbs up'. Morgan grinned and turned back around, waiting for her new Professor to give an instruction for their new lesson as she had already written.

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You — Potter — why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.

"Don't push it," Ron muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."

Just then two cauldrons made their way onto Snape's leg making him jump.

"How did that?" Snape's dangerous eyes moved across the room searching for the one. However, he couldn't find the clue.

"Bloody Hell! Who does Snape think he is? terrorizing 1st years like that!" Ron said, also annoyed as they finished their first day at Hogwarts.

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'You always knew how this would end.'

'All this time, she's been a pawn in this bloody game that fate was playing.'

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