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The buzz about Harry Potter the next day was insane. Almost everyone was talking about him or his scar or the downfall of You-Know-Who. I, however, was doing my best to avoid everyone.

The ghost Peeves, polterigest, was especially annoying. He tried to annoy me, but when he didn't get any reaction out of me, he frowned and floated off to find someone else to prank.

The classes were exactly what I expected. However, other students seemed rather disappointed with the lessons. I liked them. My favorite had to be Transfiguration.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts, "Professor McGonagall said during the very first class. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. We were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but my classmates soon realized weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, we were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger and I had made any difference to our matchs; ProfessorMcGonagall showed the class how hers had gone all silver and pointy and mine all silver with a hole in the end. She gave Hermione and I a rare smile.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was some-what of a joke. And Quirrel's not exactly the sanest person around Hogwarts.....

On Friday was our first Potions lesson. By now, mostly everyone had connected with someone who they hung out with at lunch and such. I hadn't. I tried to make friends with that Hermione girl, but when I started to talk to her, my brother walked by. Trying to cover myself up, I started insultiing her. Draco looked pleased, but I felt horrible.

Back to Potions.  Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.

"Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new -- celebrity."

Draco and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. "

You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making, " he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word -- like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "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 ofliquids 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. HermioneGranger, who I ended up sitting beside even though she hated me now as with most of the other Gryffindor's, was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Powdered root of what to an infusion of what?" Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir. " said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but it seemed Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. I glanced over at Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter. "I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape sneered. I hated him even though my parents thought so highly of him. It wasn't fair. It was the first Potions lesson. Only Hermione would've been ready.

 "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked, clearly loving that fact that Harry didn't know zilch. At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know, " said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

A few people laughed; Snape, however, was not pleased. Hermione should have a chance, I thought. But I couldn't say it aloud. My brother would kill me.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make asleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

I was the only one who had been ready for notes. Everyone else was rumaging through their bags searching for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."

The rest of the lesson didn't improve and Potions easily became my least favorite class.

My afternoon was rather dull. I was trying to find Draco. I hadn't talked to him all week. I headed to Snape's office to see if he could fetch Draco from the Slytherin common room, since he was head of the house.

I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Snape asked from the inside. I gulped.

"Jessica Malfoy." I said. I hated using my actual name, but he wouldn't've know who I was if I didn't.

"Come in." He commanded. I walked in. "What do you want?"

"My twin brother Draco is in your house, see, and I haven't talked to him all week. I've searched the entire school for him so I'm assuming he's in the Slytherin common room. If you could just fetch him for me-" I was cut off.

"The entrance is in the dungeons. I suggest you look around until you find it." Snape said.

"Thank you sir." I said, even though he was no help. He looked up at me in suprise. "What?"

"Look, I'll tell you." He sighed and told me the way, but not the password.

"Thank you sir." I repeated. I turned on my heel and exited the office and followed the directions to the common room. As soon as I arrived at the cellar door, Draco and his friends were coming out.

"Draco!" I called, waving him over to me. He signaled for his friends to go on and walked over to me.

"Jessica! Gryffindor? How did that happen?" He asked me. I choked back the tears.

"I-I-I-I don't know." I sniffled. A tear ran down my cheek. He wiped it away.

"Have you told Mum or Dad?' He asked me. I shook my head.

"What do you reckon we should do?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"I reckon you should tell them." He told me.

"Draco! They'll disown me or something!" I exclaimed.

"That's the worst they can do." He told me. I looked into his gray eyes. That was the only thing different about us: our eyes. His were gray and mune were blue like my mother's. "I have to go."

I nodded weakly. He had friends. I didn't.

"When can I see you again?" I asked.

"Tomorrow. I promise." He told me. I nodded and he turned and left me standing in the dungeons, alone and crying.

Nothing was abnormal about the scene except from the fact that I was in the dungeons.

Mmm.... that was kinda depressing. Oh well. It's needed.

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