Redamancy (Harry Potter x Fem!Reader)

Neville's Remembrall

Classes started early the next morning, and (Y/N) was relieved to find that she had classes with Draco. For most of her courses, Gryffindor and Slytherin studied together, so she wasn't completely on her own. Any time they had the chance, (Y/N) and Draco would sit beside each other, but much to (Y/N)'s dismay, Crabbe and Goyle were not too far behind.

Their classes, even so early in the year, were far from uneventful, and it was all thanks to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were late for the very first class of the day: Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. (Y/N) was already far in with copying her notes from her textbook when the two boys rushed into the room, making more than enough noise for the both of them.

Ron heaved a heavy sigh of relief as he walked down the aisle to the last empty table at the very front row. "We made it! Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?"

McGonagall, who was sitting on her desk disguised as a cat, leapt to her feet and stood tall before the two boys. Their jaws dropped in awe. "That was bloody brilliant!" Exclaimed Ron.

"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!"

"We got lost," Tried Harry.

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

(Y/N) couldn't help the quiet snicker that passed her lips, and Draco giggled beside her. Ron simply glared over his shoulder at them as he took his seat.

The next class they had was potions. (Y/N) was quite excited to get started; she always found potion brewing the most interesting kind of magic. Their professor was Severus Snape, a greasy looking man, who Draco said never smiled. (Y/N) and Draco sat in the front row, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of them. Their cauldrons were already bubbling over, ready to be used whenever their professor arrived and put them to work.

"What's Gryffindor like, (Y/N)?" Goyle questioned, leaning over Draco.

"Well, it isn't Slytherin," She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "I hate it. No one likes me because they think I'm mean."

"They're just jealous, that's all." Draco said. "Besides, Father'll get it fixed. You'll be with us in no time."

(Y/N) wasn't sure what her godfather could do to help her, but she tried to have faith. "I hope you're right."

Then, the door to the classroom swung open and roughly hit the wall. A man strode straight down the aisle with a brisk walk, his black cloak billowing behind him like smoke in the night air.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." He stopped at the very front of the room, his old hands folded across his stomach. "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..." His gaze rested intensely on (Y/N) and Draco. "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

(Y/N) smiled in all her excitement. One good thing that came out of living with the Malfoy's was that Hogwart's potion's master knew who she was. It was very likely that such a connection would help her quite a bit in the years to come.

"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!"

(Y/N) looked behind her at Harry, who was writing something down in his notebook. Hermione Granger nudged his arm and he realized he was the one who was getting in trouble. Draco smiled, already amused with whatever was going to happen.