Holly Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone

First Week

‘Holly, time to get up~’ I heard Floare say as I felt her cold nose on my nose. I grown then opined my eyes to see the others getting ready, I removed the pillow from my head then sat up

“Morning Holly!” I looked over at Hermione who was putting her shoes on. “I tried to wake you but you hit me with your pillow.” I stretched out with another grown

“Sorry bout that,” I said then relaxed “I’m not a morning person.” I yawned then started to get ready as Hermione started to make her bed. I put on my uniform and black combat boots, I put my mum’s locket on then took out my bead to brush my hair into my usual high ponytail. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, after I went back to my bed and started my blanket and pillow, putting Anna under the pillow, as the other girls left. I grabbed my bag and put my wand and books into it “Think you’ll be ok by yourself?”

‘Of course, I already know how to get to the kitchen from here.’ Floare told me as she got comfy. I looked at her to see her eyes closed

“Do I wanna know how?” She yawned

‘Probably not,’ I shook my head as I closed my bag

“Just don’t get caught,” I swung the bag onto my shoulder then started for the door

‘Have a good first day.’ Hedwig told me as I waved at them then walked out, closing the door behind me. I walked down to the stares to see Ron talking to some others

“Morning,” I yawned as I joined them

“Morning Holly, sleep well?” Neville asked as we walked to the entrance,

“I guess, what about you guys?”

“The beds were surprisingly comfy.”

“You didn’t have to listen to you snoring,” Ron said as we exited the dormitory,

“Is that her?” I heard someone say, I looked over to see two Ravenclaw girls whispering at the top of the staircase

“I do not snore Ron, it was you,” Neville said, I turned back to the boys

“Was not!” Ron said as I joined them again

“Girls, girls,” I started putting my arms around their shoulders “Your both pretty. Can we go to breakfast now?”

“Fine,” We walked down the stairs then went into the great hall

“So, are you guys ready for classes?” Neville asked as we sat down to eat.

“Are you sure that’s her?” I heard from behind me

“Ya, next to the kid with the red hair.” Another said

“Wow,” I looked over to see some kids quickly look away. I rolled my eyes then went back to the conversion. The first week hasn’t been too bad, I get to study the night skies through our telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. We had Herbology with Professor Sprout, she told us that we will meet three times a week to learn how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for. It was a lot of fun, and Draco’s in that class so I got to talk to him. Then there’s History of Magic, the most boring class so far, Professor Binns is a ghost and had died in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while we scribbled down names and dates and he got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Then there was Charms with Professor Flitwick, he was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of our first class, he took roll call, and when he reached my name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. I suck into my seat as everyone laughed at the Professor.

Then we had transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall. And she is not a lady you wanna cross that’s for sure. We sat in class as she gave her, orientation, as I heard my name again in whispers.

“Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.” Professor McGonagall told us as she changed her desk into a pig and back again.

“Wicked,” I said to Ron, who looked just as excited. We took some notes then Professor McGonagall passed out a match to each of us and started trying to turn it into a needle, Hermione was the only one who was able to get it close. Then there was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, it didn’t bother me much since I like garlic but dude, it was a lot, he told us stories about his adventures like when he got his turban from an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie. “Think he’s telling the truth?” I whispered to Ron, who shrugged, then Seamus asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie. Making the Professor go pink and he started talking about the weather. I looked at Ron and we shook our heads. Finally, it was Friday and we are going to have our first Potions class with Professor Snape, and I’m pretty excited.

“Snape’s Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them, we’ll be able to see if it’s true.” Ron said as he poured sugar on his porridge. I rolled my eyes

“I’m sure it’ll be fine Ron.” Just then, the mail arrived. I’d gotten used to this by now, but it was nice to have Hedwig come in and I would feed her some crackers, she seems to like it in the owlery with the other school owls. Today though she gave me a letter “Thank you, Hedwig.” I gave her some crackers

“Your welcome Holly, it’s from the big guy,” Hedwig told me

’Dear Holly,

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.


“Ron, can I borrow your quill?” I asked Ron

“Sure,” Ron said handing it over, I wrote ‘Yes’ on the bottom then gave it to Hedwig

“You know where to go?” She took it then flow off, I gave Ron his quill then we finished breakfast and headed to the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. It’s kinda cool looking. Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at my name.

“Ah, Yes,” he said softly, “Holly Potter. Our new, celebrity.” Diana and her friends sniggered behind their hands, as I sunk into my stool. Snape finished roll call then looked at us, he looked at me with a look as I tried to ignore Diana and her friends. “You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making,” He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but I caught every word, like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. “As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death, if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.” Ron raised an eyebrow at me and I gave him a quite shrug “Potter!” I jumped a little “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

‘Oh, I know this one!’ I thought then said, “You’d have a sleeping potion, it is said that it is so powerful that it is known as the Draught of Living Death.” He looked surprised at my answer

“That’s... correct,” Everyone looked at me in shock “Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”

“A goat’s stomach,”

“What’s it used for?” I thought for a moment

“They act as an antidote to most poisons. It is usually made of hair, plant fiber, or similar indigestible matter that stays in the gut of an animal and forms a hard ball or ‘stone’.” At this point I know he is just trying to make me slip but it’s not gonna work, it’s like I said, I’ve been looking forward to Positions.

“Alright, Potter, tell me what is the difference, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“Nothing, they are the same plant. It also goes by the name of Aconite.” I smiled at the Professor

“I must say, Potter, I am impressed.” He hesitated for a moment just staring at me “Point to Gryffindor, but only because, Potter, you might not be a disappointment after all.” After that, he put us into pairs and set us to mix up a simple potion to cure boils. I got paired up with Draco because according to Snape, so far we are the only ones that show promise. As we went through I wrote down notes

“Ok, then we add the horned slug, it should make a green puff,” I told him then he added the horned slug

“You’re really into this aren’t you?” Draco asked as the green smoke cleared, I shrugged

“I may not seem it but I did like school. I was a start A student. Though this is more fun than any muggle school.” Just then there was a loud hissing filled the dungeon. We looked over to see that 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. They hurried out of the classroom

“I hope Neville well be ok,” I said watching after them

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Draco assured me as he put his hand on mine then quickly took it off. I looked at him to see him glancing at his sister, who was giving him a look then back at what she was doing

‘Oh, I get it,’ I thought then looked away, from the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw Snape watching the scene happen. After class, Ron asked to come with me to Hagrids. We started that way

“Hey, guys, what up?” We looked over to see Draco,

“Hey, Malfoy,” Ron said

“Ron, are you ever going to call me by name?”

“No,” I snorted

“Fine, where you guys going?”

“Down to Hagrids for tea, wanna come?” I asked him

“Sure, sounds like more fun than studying in the library with Diana and her friends.” And with that, we started for Hagrids. His house was a small wooden hut at the edge of the forbidden forest, there was a crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.

“This is were Hagrid lives?” Ron asked, looking over at the forest. I nodded then went to knock on the door. Then a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks came from the inside, making me jump back. I lost my footing and fell back into two pair of arms,

“Talk about a jump scare.” I joked as the boys helped me up.

“Back, Fang! Back!” We heard Hagrid say inside then the door opened a crack “Hang on, back Fang.” He let us in as he held the collar of an enormous black dog. I looked around the small house there was hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it. “Make yerselves at home.” He let go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. He’s just like Hagrid, big and strong but a teddy bear at heart.

“Hey, Hagrid, this is Ron,” Hagrid poured boiling water into a large teapot and put what looked like rock cakes onto a plate before looking at Ron.

“Another Weasley, eh? I spent half me life chasin’ yer twin brothers away from the forest.” Draco and I chuckled as Ron tried to push Fang off. “And you’re a Malfoy?” Hagrid looked at Draco

“Y-Yes, I’m Draco,” Draco said holding out his hand to Hagrid, who smiled and took his hand

“Al’ say, ya nicer then ya father, no offense.” Draco shook his head as they let go

“It’s fine, I get it all the time.” We sat down and started talking about our first week, Fang rested his head on my knee as Hagrid talked about Filch and his cat.

“An’ as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I’d like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D’yeh know, every time I go up ter the school, she follows me everywhere? Can’t get rid of her, Filch puts her up to it.”

‘I’d like to have a face to face with that nosy feline.’ Fang said with a huff, I took a drank of my tea to hide my smile. Then I told Hagrid about Snape’s class

“And it almost seemed like he wanted me to mess up.” I told Hagrid

“Ya, it was almost like he hatted you or something.” Ron said

“Rubbish! Why should he hate her?” Hagrid said shacking his head but he wouldn’t look me in the eye,

“I don’t know, way would he? You’ve known him longer, right?” Hagrid looked at me then away then at Ron

“How’s yer brother Charlie?” Hagrid asked Ron, completely ignoring my question. “I liked him a lot, great with animals.” I sighed as Ron told Hagrid all about Charlie’s work with dragons, I noticed a piece of paper that was lying on the table under the tea cozy. It was a cutting from the Daily Prophet I think. I leaned over Draco and grabbed it to give it a read

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked as I read


Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown. Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.
“But we’re not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what’s good for you,” said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

“Hagrid? The Gringotts break-in, it happened the same day we where there.” I looked up at Hagrid who couldn’t seem to meet my eyes as he offered Ron another rock cake. I read through the story to see it was vault seven hundred and thirteen. The same Hagrid went to, to take out that small package, I wonder what was inside it? After an hour we walked back to the castle my head full of questions as Ron’s pockets were fled with rock cakes, it seemed he was too polite to refuse.

“You know you could have politely said no right?” Draco told him

"I couldn't bring myself too," Ron said with his head down, I shook my head,

'Well, at least my first week went well. Let's hope I serve the rest of the school year.' I thought as I caught up to them

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