Unstoppable

Chapter Fifteen | Potions and Parcels

[It is morning at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron are running in the corridors, because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.]

"Harry you shouldn't be late for your classes," said Lily.

Harry just smiled at his mother which Lily turned to James.

"Why is he more like you than me," asked Lily.

"I like it. It such a good thing he's more me," answered James all happy.

"It's really not," said Lily turning back to the screen.

Ron: Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?

[The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two boys are amazed.]

Ron: That was bloody brilliant.

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

"Actually that would be helpful for the half blood and muggleborn kids you know," said Nadia.

"It really would," said a third year hufflepuff.

"Yea wouldn't have gotten lose a lot of times," added a second year Ravenclaw.

"Alright I'll keep that in mind," said McGonagall.

[Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.]

"My honest opinion Professor Snape could have been a model the way he came into the room," said Nadia.

"Oh so true," added Blaise which everyone looked at them weirdly.

"What did you not see the way he strolled into the room," said Nadia and Blaise trying to defend themselves.

Snape: 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... [looks at Draco, who smiles] who possess the predisposition, 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... [Draco looks on] in death. [Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.] Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention. [Hermione nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly.] Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? [Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.] You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? [Hermione's hand raises again.]

"Are you picking on my son, Snivellus," said James glaring at Severus reaching for his wand.

"Sit down and shut up and also don't ever call him that again you hear me,"  said Nadia glaring at James and pushing him back down in his seat as James nodded his head in understanding.