"Attention to detail is the prerequisite of all planning.." Wormtail, the professor was cut off by Ron and Harry walking in. "Ah! Harry, my boy, I was beginning to worry. We've brough someone with us, I see."
"Ron Weasley, sir." Ron introduced himself, "but I'm dead awful at Potions, a menace, actually. I'm just gonna-" as he was going to walk away, Wormtail insisted for him to stay.
"Nonsense, my top student, Sofia Snape can tutor you, right, Sofia?" Wormtail smiled.
"But sir, I've got way too many-"
"perfect! it's settled. Get your books out."
I stared at Ron, looking at him reminded me of George. He probably hates me.
"Why does everyone come to me for help?" I huffed.
"because your bright." Draco said, but without eye contact.
"thank you..?" I thanked him, but more like a question.
"As I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any idea what this might be?"
I shot up my hand, and so has Hermione.
"yes, Miss..?"
"Granger, sir. That one there is Veritaserum. It's a truth telling serum. And that would be Polyjuice Potion. It's terribly tricky to make, and this is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them. For example I smell.. freshly mown grass, and new parchment and spearmint toothpaste.."
Ron I thought, I always knew they always had loved eachother.
"Now, Amortentia doesn't create actual love. That would be impossible, but it does cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. And for that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room."
"Sir? you haven't told us what's in that one." a gryffindor studeny suggested.
"oh, yes. What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen is a curious little potion known as Felix Felices, but it is more commonly referred to as.."
"liquid luck." Hermione and I answered immediately, making students look at us.
"yes, Miss Snape and Granger, liquid luck. Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong. One sip and you will find that all of your endeavors succeed. 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 didn't necessarily need the ingredients, as my father taught me the ingredients.
"I shall point out, however, only once did a student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to redeem this prize, nevertheless, good luck to you all. Let the brewing commence."
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"Merlins beard, it's perfect!" Wormtail nearly shouted. "so perfect I daresay one drop would kill us all!"
I looked over at the commotion, Harry successfully brewed the potion.
"Before me?!" I yelled, leaving everyone to look at me with pure confusion.
"well can you blame me? I'm the daughter of Ana and Severus snape." I rolled my eyes.