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Albus Potter and the Sapphire of Slytherin by HEG
Chapter 7 : Potions
 
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“Where have you been?” Scorpious asked curiously over breakfast.

“Long story,” said Albus.

“Where though?” he said “just tell me where.”

“Riddle House,” said Albus.

Riddle House?” Scorpious gasped in disbelief.

“Mmm.”

“But why? Who would want to go to Riddle House?” questioned Scorpious.

I didn’t want to go. I was forced!” replied Albus.

“How?”

“I just was. She forced,” sighed Albus.

“She?”

“Yeah she. What d’you mean?”

“It was a girl?”

“Yeah. Why d’you want to know?”

“Who?” asked Scorpious, ignoring Albus’ previous question.

“Cho,” Albus told him “Cho Chang.”

“Who’s that?” queried Scorpious.

I don’t know but I think my mum and dad do.”

“If yours do then mine probably will aswell.”

“Will they?” Albus asked.

“Of course!” laughed Scorpious “my parents went to Hogwarts too you know.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Er...  did they say anything else about her?” asked Scorpious.

“Erm... yeah they did. They said that she was a nice person in the DA,” Albus said.

“The DA? Hmmmm... I think I’ve heard that somewhere. My dad told me about it. I think it was an organisation that Harry held in fifth year. The ‘a’ stands for army, I’m sure of that,” Scorpious informed him.

“Really?”

 

“Yeah. Well that’s what my dad said any way,” said Scorpious.

“Oh.”

“I’ll ask him about that,” he added.

“What have we got next?” Scorpious asked Albus as he poured sugar over his porridge.

“Potions with the Slytherins. We’ve got the new potions master, Professor Drame,” said Albus.

“Hope he’s nice,” said Scorpious “we can’t do with any more Slanos!”

“I know.”

At that moment the post arrived. Owls from miscellaneous windows floated in and delivered their letters on the pupil’s plates.

“I’ve got a letter! Have you?” asked Scorpious, waving a piece of parchment in his face.

“No,” said Albus “but I wasn’t really expecting one because I saw my mum and dad yesterday.”

“Oh. Oh yeah,” said Scorpious losing some of his excitement.

Albus watched Scorpius read Draco’s letter. He peered over his shoulder to see what Draco had put.

Dear Scorpius, (it said)

I hope you are having a good time at Hogwarts. How is your new broom going? Are you on The Quidditch team? I hope so. What house are you in? Your granddad has been waiting for this answer all week. He hopes it’s you’re in Slytherin but I, personally, don’t mind. Do you need anything? (Books, equipment etc.) How are your lessons going and what’s your favourite so far? My favourite was always potions but I never liked care for magical creatures with that great oaf, Hagrid. I don’t suppose that you’ve met him yet, he’s the gamekeeper I hope you’ve made some new friends; I wouldn’t like you to be lonely. Anyway I hope you have a nice day, Dad

Albus read the letter quicker than Scorpius did and watched him hastily stuff the parchment in his robes.

“Come on then,” said Scorpius quickly “we’d better not be late.”

As they gathered their things together for potions, Albus and Scorpius discussed what the potions master will be like.

“I bet he’ll be horrible,” exclaimed Scorpius.

“Not nessacarily,” said Albus “I’m sure there’s been a nice potions master once.”

“I suppose.” Scorpius shrugged “I don’t know,” he said.

“Let’s just wait and see,” said Albus as they walked to potions.

When they arrived they stood outside with the other Gryffindors.

“I’ve been looking forward to potions for ages,” Rose Weasley announced.

“I’ve been reading in to it and I’m particularly interested in the ‘liquid luck’ they call it and I’m also eager to try out the Polyjuice Potion,” she droned.

“Oh, could she just shut up?” Albus whispered in Scorpious’ ear.

“I know,” Scorpious whispered back “obsessed with work.”

Everyone was suddenly silent as the potions master opened the door. The Gryffindors and Slytherins filed into the room. As commanded they sat down in alphabetical order whilst the register took place.

The potions master was tall with black, greasy hair and he resembled Harry’s potion master, Snape.

“Today,” he began “we will be studying and creating the polyjuice potion. Can anyone tell me what this is?

Rose’s hand shot up.

“How about you,” snarled Drame glaring at Scorpius

“It’s er changes a human into another er human,” Scorpius answered.

“I suppose that’s right, yes,” said Drame, reluctantly congratulating Scorpius.

“So today we will be creating this potion but before we start what do we need?” Drame told everybody.

Once again, Rose shot up her hand, but Drame was looking in Albus’s direction.

“You,” he said, pointing at Albus.

“Me? Croaked Albus.

“Yes.”

“What do we need?” repeated Albus “ER... er... ...

“NOW!” snapped Drame.

“Er... I... don’t really actually know...”

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” said Drame.

“Albus heard Rose huff and puff at this.

“What was that Weasley?” drawled Drame. “Five further points from Gryffindor.”

All the Gryffindors shared angry frowns with each other. This lesson wasn’t going their way.

“Anyway the thing we do need is the hair of the person we want to change into,” he said “And who would that be?”

His eyes swivelled across the room.

“Rose,” he said softly “I’m sure you would like to volunteer.”

“Er...,” she hesitated “I wouldn’t professor.”

“Ah but you seemed so keen before,” said Drame.

“N-not on this one professor,” whispered Rose.

“Well you’re going to have to do,” said Drame “No one else has volunteered.”

“Neither have I professor,” said Rose quietly.

“Fortunately I have volunteered for you,” he said his lips twisting into a evil smile.

“But-“

“Arguing with a teacher are we Rose? That’s not the type of thing I would expect from you to do,” he said nastily.

“But professor!”

“There she goes again!” Drame laughed cruelly.

“But professor!” squealed Drame, mimicking Rose.

Rose shrank in her seat.

“GET UP HERE NOW,” Drame commanded Rose.

Rose reluctantly stepped down from her stool and walked up to the front. Drame roughly snapped a piece auburn hair off Rose’s head.

“That will be all from you,” he spat, pushing Rose back to her seat.

“Now, Albus what do we do next?” asked Drame.

“Well,” said Albus confidently.

He glanced and Rose who was no longer stretching her hand to the ceiling, but now franticly mouthing something to him.

“Wolf,” he said “Wolfs er rain? Dain? B-bain? Wolfsbane?”

“Took your time even on the simplest of questions,” criticized Drame.

“At least I got it right! You’re just tryi-“

“Shhhh!” hissed Scorpius in his ear “I’ve heard he can get quite fierce.”

“What was that Albus Severus Potter?” he demanded.

“Nothing Sir,” replied Albus innocently.

“You’re hiding something from me Potter and I know you are!” bellowed Drame.

“No sir,” repeated Albus.

“OUT NOW! To McGonagal! You belong to the dunces  and you know it,” hollered Drame.

*

“What on earth are you doing here?” said Professor McGonnagal.

“Well you see Drame was getting on my nerves-“

“Hang on – he was getting on your nerves?” said Professor McGonnagal.

Albus nodded his head.

“What did he do exactly?”

“Well for a start he took ten points from Gryffindor just because I didn’t know the answer to a question.”

“What was the question?” asked Professor McGonnagal.

“I dunno!” said Albus shrugging his shoulders.

“I SAID WHAT WAS THE QUESTION?!” bellowed McGonnagal.

“Ooh! Erm ...think it was something about the Polyjuice potion,” said Albus.

“Right,” said McGonagall nodding her head “anything else?”

“Oh yeah then Rose. You know Rose. Rose Weasley?”

“Ah yes,” said McGonnagal, Rose was one of her star pupils.

“Well her. Well she just sighed and then he took five more points from Gryffindor,” said Albus.

“Ok,” she said nodding her head calmly even though Albus could see an angry glint in her eyes.

“Then he forced Rose to come up and get a hair pulled out of her head for the Polyjuice potion, and I mean forced,” explained Albus.

“Yes, I understand,” said Professor McGonnagal “is there anything else that you would like to tell me?”

“Er.... Yeah. Last one. So then Drame-“

“Professor Drame,” corrected McGonnagal.

“Right. So Professor Drame asked me another question-“

“What was the question?” interrupted McGonnagal.

“Another Polyjuice one.”

“Go on.”

“Then when I answered it right. Yes right, he had a go at me for taking to long to work it out!” finished Albus “and now I’m here.”

“Well I’m afraid, Albus, that I cant help you with Drame’s behaviour today. Each professor decides how to deal with their pupils and this seems to be how Drame deals with your class,” McGonnagal informed him.

“Oh... er ... ok,” said Albus “shall I go or......?”

“You are free to go,” said McGonnagal.


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