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Chapter 6. The First Potions Class ☾

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Harry couldn't decide whether he was excited or nervous. On the one hand, he was ready for potions this time around. On the other hand, he remembered Snape last time around. That thought brought back memories from the last battle. He suddenly saw Snape struggling to breathe, telling him to look into the older man's eyes. His breath quickened and he felt like he was reliving the moment he dropped into the pensieve to look into the potion master's memories, feeling the despair and the fear as he watched Snape accuse Dumbledore of raising him "like a lamb for the slaughter".

"You okay?" Draco whispered to him as he began to hyperventilate. He turned to look at the blond and noticed the concern in the boy's eyes. Strange, Harry thought, wouldn't have thought Malfoy could care enough about what happened to me to be concerned. Harry nodded, putting on the brave "Boy-Who-Lived" mask that he hated so much. Draco looked at him disbelievingly.

Harry tried to get him to believe he was fine. He even went to doodling on his parchment, but he could feel the eyes of the Malfoy heir bearing into his soul. He sighed.

"I'm fine, Drake." Harry replied in a hushed tone. The Malfoy heir would not relent in his unbelieving stare. He looked back and forth to see the room filling up quickly. "Fine, I'll tell you after class, 'kay?" The blond nodded in understanding and turned back around to face the front of the class.

Very soon, Snape burst into the classroom. He walked over and gave his first of the year speech. Harry wrote down the basics, as he did the last time. Snape singled him out during roll call, again, and he actually flinched when the professor called him a "celebrity". However, this time he was ready for the professor's questions, and Draco was already to write down the questions and answers so he would be ahead when Snape yelled at them.

"Tell me, Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked. Harry watched Draco write this down, as did Hermione. However, as Draco wrote down this first question, he quickly was taken aback. Not about to question his friend when he had to answer his professor, he ignored it, for now.

"I think that would be Draught of the Living Death, sir." Harry answered.

"And where would I find a bezoar?" His professor questioned.

"Inside the stomach of a goat. It helps stop most poisons." Harry replied.

"And what is the difference between monkswood and wolfsbane?" His professor inquired.

"There is no difference. They're the same plant, also known as aconite." Harry answered, cheekily. Snape huffed and turned to the rest of the class.

"Well, why aren't you writing this down?" Snape asked, angrily. Harry smirked.

Harry and Draco spent the rest of the class brewing a near perfect potion. Of course, Neville and Ron's potion turned out terribly, as all of Neville's potions tended to do. Harry was not surprised when Snape irately turned to him.

"Potter, why didn't you tell Mr. Longbottom to wait until after he took the cauldron off the fire to add the porcupine quills?" Snape interrogated. Harry sighed. Why-oh why-did Snape have to act this way? He knew that Snape hated his dad-and with good reason-but when would Snape realize he was not James Potter?