The First Day
“I can’t believe they’re already late on their first day!” Hermione says as we sit in our first class of the day, Transfiguration.
Professor Mcgonagall waits on top her desk in her cat form as she waits for Harry and Ron. They soon come bustling through the doors.
“We...made...it.” Ron says through heavy breaths.
“Can you imagine the look on Mcgonagall’s face if we were late?” Ron says to Harry.
At that Professor Mcgonagall transforms herself back into a human.
“They are seriously gonna get it.” I whisper to Hermione.
She gives me a nod and goes back to her work.
“That was bloody brilliant!” Ron says.
“Well thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley, perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time.” Professor Mcgonagall says.
“We got lost.” Harry says.
“Then perhaps a map! I trust you don’t need one to find your seats!” Professor Mcgonagall says.
I continue my work when a piece of paper hits my desk. I open it to recognize Draco’s handwriting.
Meet me on the Wooden Bridge after potions class. We need to talk.
I stuff the note in my pocket and finish my work until class is over.
“So what’s he like?” Susan Bones, a hufflepuff, asks me as she, Hermione, and I walk to Potions class.
“Who?” I ask.
“Your father, Professor Snape.” Susan says.
“All you need to do for this class is to brew the potion right and don’t back talk.” I say and walk into the potions classroom.
I set my books down on my desk next to my cauldron.
“It’ll be good to see your father again.” Draco says behind me.
“Oh hey.” I say turning around to face him.
“Did you get my note?” Draco asks.
“I did and I’ll be there.” I say.
Before Draco can say anything my father walks in.
“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, for those select few who possess in the predisposition.” Snape says focusing his last sentence on Draco and I.
“I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.” Snape says.
“Wouldn’t that be something?” Draco whispers to me.
“Yes it would considering I’ve already learned that.” I say nudging him playfully.
“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!” Snape says motioning his talking towards Harry.
I lay my head down in my hands at how embarrassing this is going to be.
“Mr. Potter, our new celebrity, tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” Snape asks Harry.
Hermione quickly raises her hand in hopes that Snape would call on her. Harry shakes his head at Snape.
“You don’t know? Well let’s try again, where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me bezoar?” Snape asks Harry again.
“I don’t know sir.” Harry says.
“Oh this is gonna be bad.” I say in a whisper into my hands.
“But fun.” Draco whispers in a sing-song tone.
“And what is the differnece between monkshood and wolfsbane?” Snape asks Harry one more time.
“I don’t know sir.” Harry finally replys.
“Pity, clearly fame isn’t everything is it Mr. Potter.” Snape says.
“Clearly Hermione knows, seems a pity not to ask her.” Harry replys.
“Oh boy.” I say.
Snape walks over to Harry in a quick motion.
“Put your hand down you silly girl.” Snape says to Hermione as he walks over to pull up a chair and sit infront of Harry.
“For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.” Snape says.
As he rants off everything I write it all down in my notebook.
“Might want to write all of this down.” I say to Draco.
“Why?” Draco asks me.
“Just trust me on this one.” I say.
Draco takes out his quill and parchment and starts writing.
“Well? Why aren’t you all copying this down?" Snape asks when he's done telling Harry everything.
"Told you." I whisper to Draco who already has everything written down.
Class ends and everyone starts to file out of the room.
"Draco Malfoy and Madelyn Snape please stay." Snape says.
I stay in my seat and so does Draco. As soon as everyone files out of the classroom, Snape closes the door. He goes to his desk and waits there staring at Draco and I.
"Gryffindor I see." My father finally says.
"Father, you know I have no control over the Sorting Hat!" I say standing up.
"I understand but, Slytherin obviously would have been the better choice." Snape finally says.
"Why don't you tell that to the Sorting Hat!" I say and storm out of the potions classroom.
I sit on the bench outside of the potions classroom waiting for Draco. I hear my father and Draco talking.
"I don't know why the Sorting Hat choose Gryffindor." I hear Draco say.
"You must protect her Draco, she doesn't know yet." Snape says.
"Of course professor." Draco says.
"Good, you are dismissed." I hear Snape say.
I wait for Draco to come out of the potions classroom.
"So did he create a potion for you to be my shield for the rest of my time at Hogwarts?" I ask Draco as he comes to sit next to me.
"Man I wish." Draco says jokingly.
I laugh along with him until he tells me something.
"I won't talk about your house selection anymore." Draco says.
"Thanks." I say.
"Of course." Draco says.
We hear the potions door open and see Snape come out of the classroom.
"You two should be getting to your next class." Snape says.
"Of course sir." Draco says.
"Yes father." I say.
Draco and I leave for our next class. Flying. Draco and I walk together and talk about my house selection. Although many people take Draco as their enemy I take him as my best friend.