Chapter 3~~ Howlers and Potions

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"ELLIE! It's our first day! WE HAVE OUR TIMETABLES!!!!!!!" Ginny squeals into my ear. I've learnt she has a complicated persona. "Come on! We're going to be late for breakfast!" The mention of food lures me into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I remember where I am and whiz out of the warm comfort of my bed, finding my timetable laying on my bedside table. I pick it up and examine the contents.

1|| Potions | Prof. Snape

Break

2|| Herbology | Prof. Sprout

Lunch

3|| Charms | Prof. Flitwick

4|| Flying | Madame Hooch

Break

5|| Transfiguration | Prof. McGonagel

6|| Care of Magical Creatures | Prof. Hagrid

And we had them all with Slytherin! Wow, what a great day. I assume Ginny has the same so I pull on my robes and whip a brush through my hair. I grab Ginny's' hand and we run to the Great Hall, just in time for the mail. Errol, Ron's family bird, flies low, a bit too low and lands in the Hermiones' jug of milk, spraying feathers and milk everywhere. I walk over and watch as Hermione prods Errol and say something to Ron.

"It's not that — it's that." He replies, pointing to the red envelope lodged in Errol's beak.

"You'd better open it, Ron. It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and it was horrible." Neville piped up. Ron pick's the envelope up as Ginny and I sit down next to him.

"— STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE —"The voice of Molly Weasley was shrill was anger "— LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED —"I glance at my irresponsible brother. "— ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME. Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on getting into Gryffindor! Your father and I are so proud!" The Howler had fallen from Ron's hand and is now turning into ashes in his food. Ginny's face went bright red and she fiddled with her food. Hermione closed the magazine she was reading and another Howler landed on Harry's breakfast.

"HARRY! MY BOY! WAS THAT AMAZING! EVEN SIRIUS WOULDN'T THINK OF THAT! YOU..... ARE DEFINATLY MY SON! NOW ANY DOUBTS THAT YOU WERE SWAPPED AT BIRTH HAVE BEEN COMPLETLY ERASED FROM MY MIND! YOUR AMAZING, BRILLIANT, WONDERFUL! JUST CARRY ON, SON, CARRY ON! YOUR MOTHER WOULD LIKE TO WRITE!" I look at Rons' jealous face. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! IGNORE EVERY LITTLE THING YOUR FATHER JUST SAID AND LISTEN TO ME! DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT PULL ANY PRANKS OR ANYTHING, OR I SWEAR ON MERLIN'S BEARD YOU WILL BE PUNISHED! DID YOU NOT THINK ABOUT MY REACTION WHEN WE GOT THE LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE! I ALMOST FAINTED, I THOUGH YOU MIGHT'VE DIED! I AM SHOCKED THEY DIDN'T EXPELL YOU, I WOULD HAVE DONE IT ON THE SPOT!" The Howler then proceeded to catch fire and burn up over Harrys' food. If you looked hard enough, you could see the small smile and glint in Professor McGonagel's eyes. I caught a letter sent by Hedwig and read it.

Dear Ellie,

I understand that your brother's being very irresponsible, and I would just like to say- There 's a long squiggle down the parchment and the handwriting changed.

Ellie, don't listen to your mother, Harry is perfectly fine, and don't worry!

My father signed off with his and my mother's name.

James and Lily Potter.

P.S. Don't tell Harry about this letter.

I screw up my face in confusion as I reread the short letter. As soon as I look up, Ginny shouts my name, saying we're going to be late. The trek to the classroom, which is in the dungeons, is short, but because we're running, we're out of breath by the time we stop next to the classroom door and walk trough. Kids are throwing parchment and shouting to each other. I find a quiet seat at the back of the classroom and wave Ginny over.

"Errm, no! That's my seat!" A girl with curly blonde hair in a tight ponytail on top of her head pointed to the two seats. "You two can sit over there!" She indicates to the only two seats left in the room, in front of the desk. I sigh and drag Ginny to the seats. We pull out our quills, ink and some parchment and sit down as the teacher comes in.

"I am Severus Snape and I will be teaching you Potions. I am going to start with the register." He strides in, his black cloak billowing out behind him. I tune out until t gets to my name.

"Elizabeth Potter?" He speaks slowly.

"Here, sir," I reply. He stares at me for a minute, then continues with the register.

"Ginny Weasley. Another Weasley, your brother was a pain. Let's hope your not!" He sneers. I don't like him already. Ginny puts her hand up and whispers, "Here, sir,". He gives a curt nod and turns to write on the chalkboard behind him, swishing his cloak as he did. "Today, you will be making a simple potion, called faceim ulcera. Does anyone know what this may do to the drinker?"

I slowly raise my hand.

"Ah! This Potter knows Potions!" Professor Snape snickers and the Slytherins chuckle. "Go on Elizabeth."

"Does it sprout boils on the face?" I reply. He nods stiffly and returns to the board.

"Get out your cauldrons and prepare your ingredients!"

We all put away our ink, quills and parchments and drag out our pewter cauldrons. I glance at the board to find our ingredients.

"Eye of newt, knotgrass, boomslang skin, fluxweed and aconite," I repeat to myself as I reach the shelves.

"You will be working in pairs for the first half of the year," Snape calls out. Ginny reaches up to grab the boomslang skin, aconite and fluxweed and I lean forward to get the knotgrass and eye of newt. I'm pushed and the eye slips from my fingers, sliding across the floor. Girls scream and climb on top of the desks. I just sigh and pick it up.

"Get down from there!" Snape booms. The girls immediately obey. I notice one of them is the blondie who kicked us out of our seats. I smirk and turn to Ginny. but before I can take a step, Snape is already calling out my name.

"POTTER! I understand that Jemima here was targetted because she took your seats. Is that correct?" He asks. I shake my head. Jemima must be the dumb blonde.

"No, sir. I was pushed by I don't know who, and then I dropped this eye and I only saw her as one of the people on those desks when they all came down." I explain. He nods.

"Detention, both of you! Friday night, my office" He shouts of his shoulder on the way to his desk. Jemima looks horrified and I giggle, but my heart drops when I realise I've got detention on my first day.

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"You've already got a detention?!" Hermione states. I've just told them. I nod grimly. "With that girl, Jemima?" I sigh in conformation. The rest of the day zoomed past and now we're on our way up to the girl's dormitories in the Gryffindor Tower. Hermione shakes her bushy head and mutters something along the lines of "Just like her brother!" as she makes her way to her room. Ginny pushes the door open and we step inside, careful not to wake the sleeping figures in the room. We slip on our pyjamas and drop our robes on the floor. Climbing into bed, we whisper 'Good-night' to each other and as soon as my head touches the pillow I fall into a beautiful dream.

A/N

I would just like to say, the Potion and Jemima are MY OWN. I got the Howler from Mrs Weasley from a pdf version of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, so that's not mine. I also got the majority of that conversation from the same book. so all credit goes to JK Rowling. I advise you read the first 2 books in the series to understand the rest of this book and although you could just watch the films, they wouldn't be as accurate! No offence to blonde people, not all of them are dumb, just this particular one!
Yours
Sian

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