Cassiopeia Gaunt-Black, Member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Daughter of Athena and Regulus Black. The only remaining descendent of Salazar Slytherin.
Harry Potter. Son of Lily and James Potter. The boy who lived. The chosen one.
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Cassiopeia's POV
The next day, I got ready and got out of my dorm with Pansy, Daphne and Katherine. We got lost a few times, but it wasn't a big issue.
It was Friday, and we finally had Potions. I love Potions with all my heart. I have read many books about it too. The Head of Slytherin house, Severus Snape was our Potions master. It turns out that the professor who gave me a sympathetic smile after watching the interaction between me and Harry on the day of sorting was the head of our house.
I went to the Great Hall to eat breakfast that morning and was excited. I sat in my usual seat which was in between Draco and Katherine. Pansy sat next to Draco and I was just informed that she had a crush on him which I thought was disgusting. Blaise, Daphne, Theodore Nott and Tracey Davis sat across us.
Just then, the post arrived. Hades flew in and dropped a letter on my plate.
I took the box and inside, there was a ring. I tried to wear it but it was too big for me, I think I should wear it with my chain as a necklace.
Me, Katherine, Crabbe, Goyle, Draco and Pansy were walking to Potions. Pansy was clinging to Draco's arm as if her life depended on it.
We got into Potions and sat in the seats. I sat next to Katherine.
Professor Snape started the class by taking the register and he paused at Harry's name.
"Ah yes." he said softly "Harry Potter. Our new celebrity."
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering and me and Katherine just rolled our eyes at their immaturity.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making." he began. "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."
More silence followed this little speech,I almost practically jumped with excitement.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood."
Of course, I know the answer, but Aurie told me that Snape has always hated know-it-alls. She told me it is better to not act as though I know everything and to only answer if asked or when my house is mentioned.
Well, Granger needed that piece of information considering that her hand was practically reaching the ceiling. She was not getting into his good books.
"I don't know sir," said Harry.
I must admit, I felt bad for him.
"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything."
He ignored Granger's hand. Expected.
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Granger raised her hand again and Harry looked as though it was the first time he had heard of bezoar. Draco and his little goons were shaking with laughter. How immature are they? Merlin.
"I don't know sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"
At this point, it was clear that Snape hated Harry.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
Ok, that was rude. Yet deserved. But rude.
Well, the Professor wasn't pleased. Obviously.
"Sit down." he snapped at Granger. I tried my best to hide my snigger. Yes, I know I was calling Draco immature for something similar two minutes ago, but Granger needed to be humbled. She was too annoying sometimes. I thought she was okay during the train ride, but throughout the first week of school, she kept complaining when I sat at the Gryffindor table to tell Harry or Ron something even though it took two minutes. In her opinion, I shouldn't even look at the table.
"Now, can anybody from Slytherin tell me the answer to this question?"
