Riddle-Lestrange

Chapter 42

Trixie's POV

"So, Lestrange? Fancy being my partner in Potions?" Parkinson asked as we walked down the corridor, I raised an eyebrow and shrugged

"I suppose" I answered,

"Move pig-face. So, Trixie" Two Slytherin boys in the year above demanded as they appeared on either side of me,

"What do the two of you want?" I sneered as I stopped in my tracks,

"Well, as you've heard your father is big again and well, he wants you by his side as his heir" One of them explained, I raised an eyebrow

"And that explains why you two are bothering because...?" I trailed off,

"We're here to make sure that he gets his wish" The other smirked, I grabbed them both by their ties and pinned them to the wall,

"Well, you can tell my father that I said he can go shove his wish up where the sun doesn't shine" I growled letting go of them, "So, if the two of you or anyone else bothers me about this again, I will place them in the hospital wing" I threatened before grabbing Parkinson's arm and dragging her to Potions.

Slughorn was mid-way through an explanation when Harry and Ron entered,

"Ah, I was beginning to worry. We've brought someone with us, I see" Slughorn commented,

"Ron Weasley, Sir. But I'm dead awful at Potions, a menace, actually. I'm gonna-"

"Nonsense, we'll sort you out. Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out" Slughorn demanded cutting Ron off,

"I haven't actually got my book yet" Harry replied,

"Get what you want from the cupboard" Slughorn retorted as he continued explaining the different potions in front of us,

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in that one" Parkinson said as she pointed to a small vial,

"Oh, yes. What you see before you ladies and gentlemen is a curious little potion known as-"

"Felix Felicis also known as Liquid luck" I say cutting him off,

"Yes Miss Riddle. Liquid luck. Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong. One sip and you'll find that all of your endeavors succeed" Slughorn explained, I noticed Draco perk up at the sound of this making me raise an eyebrow, "At least until the effects wear off. So, this is what I offer each of you today; one tiny vial of liquid luck to the student who, in the hour that remains, manages to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death, the recipes for which can be found on Page 10 of your books. I should point out, however, only once did a student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this prize. Nevertheless, good luck to you all. Let the brewing commence" Slughorn explained as he glanced at me,

I sighed and went to a cauldron and opened the book, Dean Thomas attempted to cut the Sopophorous bean making it project itself towards me so I caught it,

"Good reflexes Miss Riddle" Slughorn praised as I threw the bean back to Dean, instead of cutting it, I crushed it and squeezed the juices into the cauldron, I hummed and edited my book, "Merlin's beard!" Slughorn exclaimed making me look up to see him at Harry's cauldron, the class gathered round him as Slughorn handed him the vial.

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Everyone was gearing up for the Quidditch trials and as Slytherin's Quidditch Captain, I get the honours on choosing the team,

"Alright! Just because you made the team last year does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?" I announced, they all remained quiet, "Good, now everyone in the air. Beaters, let's try not to put anyone in the hospital wing" I ordered as I got on my own broomstick and went into the air to observe, everyone's tactics, a Bludger was hit in my direction making my eyes widened as I ducked under it, "Watch it!" I snapped,

"Sorry Captain" A second year apologised,

"Don't sweat it kid. Just be more aware of where you're aiming it" I say giving them a small pointer, "Alright, everyone land. I've made my decisions!" I announced as landed myself, "Alright, So before I announce the names, thank you all for coming. Now the Seeker; Draco Malfoy. Beaters; Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Chasers; Myself, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Keeper; Millicent Bulstrode" I announced, the others left as everyone nodded at each other,
"Nice choosing, Captain" Zabini commented, I hummed
"Right. Training will be every Thursday night and Sunday morning, no excuses" I informed they all nodded and we retreated back to the Slytherin Common room.