Hogwarts has been interesting for Harry to say the least. In fact, Harry has never had so much fun in his entire life. But that can change quickly if he wasn't careful, yet here he was, walking to his next class, or at least what he was hoping was the direction of his next class.

Potions with Professor Black.

Although it's not saying that he'll hate the class, but Harry was worried. There was no telling how the class would go.

This man's entire family worked for the man the Harry vanquish when he was just a baby. Every last one of them were loyal to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

So what makes Professor Black different.

Well for one thing, his classroom has shiny silver letters spelling Potions 1st to 4th above his door which leaves his class as the only class with a label. But his classroom was quite different from the other classroom beyond just having a sign.

To be truthful, the room was quite beautiful.

Placed perfectly in the west corner of the second floor. Big windows with tables of different ingredients lined up. Shelves well organized and labeled. Cauldrons and equipment well polished and clean.

"Bloody hell, his a clean freak!" Ron mumbled as he took a seat right near the windows.

"Oh wow, color coded lesson plan!" Hermione said in a squeal as she took a sit up-front.

"Good morning class, everyone take out your journal because the first thing I'm going to do is say all the rules and never mention them again but just so you know I WILL be taking off points," Professor Black said wearing black dress pants and a white dress shirt with a brown leather apron.

The only thing off putting was his black long black dragon leather glove he wore on his left hand. Now that Harry though about it; the Professor has his left arm covered even at the Feast, but it's probably nothing.

"Now that your going to learn proper magic, I guarantee that everyone in this classroom will abuse there new found power so that being said. Rule number one, wands will be put away and stay away unless I say otherwise." Professor Black said as a piece of chalk started to move on its own writing the rule on a board.

"Next thing you should know is when people tend to be focus on there work, a mess will not help the situation, so rule number two, do clean up all messes you create."

"And as for the last and most important rule," The professor paused for dramatic effect.

"No flip-flops."

"But sir, why not?" Asked a confused student by his sudden rule.

"Because the person I trusted with my life wore flip-flops; then he betrayed me............................................that and there a disgrace to fashion and society. Now then, I want everyone to put on there gloves, get ready the cauldron, pull back your hair; were making potions today." Professor Black said as the students started hurriedly placing on there gloves and awaiting further instruction.

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"That's good, now that your concoction is blue, you can drink it now," the Professor said which had many students looking puzzled by his sentence.

"No worries, although some of the ingredients in the potion are poisonous, they are quiet harmless when mixed together. Not to mention, it tastes like mango." He said which got his students to start drinking.

"There you go, now your all blooming students," Professor Black said grinning as the students looked at each other to see flowers growing from the top of there head. Although by the looks of several students, it appeared the flower wouldn't come off no matter how much they pulled at it.

"No reason to be pulling at it, it'll fall of by mid-afternoon and if I'm correct, after my class, you'll go to Herbology with Professor Sprout, now you lot should be going or your going to be late," Professor Black said as he started moving his wand around getting brooms, sponges, and scrubs to work, cleaning up any mess that had been missed.

"Well that was fun," Hermione said as she walked to Herbology with a skip to her step.

"Of course your saying that, your not the one with a giant sunflower on your head," Ron said at he pulled at the giant flower on his head unlike Hermione's collection of morning glories or Harry's periwinkles.

"Fresh out of Potions I see," Fred said walking along with George as they started to laugh at Ron's flower.

"You knew he was going to do this?! Why didn't you warn me!?!" Ron said as looking at his brothers who now seemed to be laughing hysterically before they started to finish each other's sentences.

"Now why would we do that?"

"It's an initiation you see."

"Professor Black always messes with his student from time to time."

"Especially the first years."

"That's right, first years are always the easier lot."

"But it's all in good fun."

"Often times brings more help then trouble."

"Just wait for Herbology and Charms."

"You'll see."

The twin said as they walked off to there next class.

"Bloody hell, no wonder Fred and George alway talk about him. Though he was going to be a difficult teacher, turns out, he's there idol." Ron said and by the looks of it, this wasn't the only class to have gotten a head of flowers.

Several of the older students took notice of the new bouquet of first year giving either complements, giggles, or approving looks.

It was not long before they arrived at greenhouse one and the cheery look on Professor Sprout's face did they realize Professor Black helpful prank.

"Excellent, Excellent, so good to see my plants at work and even more so to see Professor Black planing for making my lesson easier. Baby Dreary Snappers will gladly show itself with no worry if it thinks your a plant," Professor Sprout said as she started handing out plants to which by the end of the class, all the students got to see a beautiful blue and green flower with skin smoothing properties.

"That was fun, normally whenever I help in my grandmother's garden Dreary Snappers never show themselves to humans," Neville said with daisies on his head.

Next was Charms with Professor Flintwick who seemed quiet entertain by the flower boys and girls.

"Oh my! Quiet a flowering array of students we have this year. Good for Professor Black to showcase students potentials. The potion you drank shows more then just flowers on your heads, it shows the kind of person you are; your emotions and your thoughts go hand in hand with spell casting; now would to be good to teach the shriving charm." Professor Flintwick said as he wave his wand, making a bowl of grapes appear in front on everyone.

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"Such a shame, I was quite liking the flowers." Hermione said with a sigh. Professor Flintwick took the liberty of removing the flowers with the shriving charm, so in a way, Professor Black was right, the flowers would be gone by the afternoon.

"Why are you even following us?" Ron said looking at Hermione.

"I'm not following you, we have the same classes," Hermione said in a huff with her cheeks, red from anger.

"Maybe we can get the other potions teacher, probably better," Ron said as rubbed the top of his head just to make sure the flower was not growing back.

Harry touched the top on his head as well and thought of the other potions master.

Of course, that is, until he bumped into the teacher in question.

"I'm sorry sir." Harry said in a fright, looking up at the man who looked back at him with such spite that it made his aunt and uncle look kind.

"Interesting," Professor Snape said in a sneer. "Are new celebrity." He said in pauses, looking at Harry with cold eyes. Then proceeded to walk off with his cloak fluttering behind.

"Never mind, I take it back, I'm happy we have Professor Black as a teacher," Ron said in a shudder, looking at back at Professor Snape walking away with other students quick to get out of his way.

"I could ask Hagrid his thoughts, I was invited for tea. He can probably give some more information of the teacher," Harry said still holding the letter he got during lunch to, if so kindly go and have tea after classes finish.

"Do you think Professor Snape knows you?" Hermione questioned Harry to which he himself had questions of his own for in fact both potion professors.

Maybe Hagrid can help give some answers.

Extra
•strangely enough, I can imagine Regulus as a clean freak that can and has, spend hours on end, just looking at a stain and think of all the ways to get the stain off.

•Damn you if you don't think for a moment Regulus doesn't take after his brother from time to time, of course he's going to mess with his students a bit.

•Despite being blackmailed (HaHa blackmailed) to teach, he often collaborates with other professors to make sure it goes along with their lesson plans.

•Regulus Black is an Overdramatic Fashionable Masterpiece and you can't prove me otherwise.