POTION 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 register, and like Flitwick, he paused at Coventina's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Coventina Potter. Our new - celebrity." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands.

"What the..." Lily mumbles.

"Damn asholle, what happen Snivellus? Could not handle getting reject, could you?" Sirius smirk, yet his tone was full of disdain.

"Shut up Black!"

"You, shut up, Snape." Regulus says firmly as he glares at Severus, daring
him to continue.

"And he is gagged." Rabastan smirk.

"He has something sticking up his arse or what?" Aelora raise a brow while he glares at Snape. She wants to strangle him till he lay dead on the ground.

Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. 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 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."

"Happy to not have him as a teacher in here." A Slytherin whisper.

More silence followed this little speech. Aelora and Anastacius exchanged looks with raised eyebrows.

Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"That girl, I swear."

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

"Wait! That's not a first year's question!" Peter catches on and complains.

"He is right." McGonagall shake her head in disappointed while Severus gritted his teeth.

Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"If you did combine Powdered Root of Asphodel and an infusion of Wormwood, you'd brew a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death." She answered.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. He ignored Hermione's hand. "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.

Coventina smirk lazily, "A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons, professor." Anastacius let out an amuse sound.

"She is playing with him." He thought amusingly.

"That's my daughter!" James cheers. "Ours." Lily remind her
future husband.

"My grand daughter is so smart." Euphemia chuckle with her husband.

"Hah! Take that Snape!"

Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He asked.

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling.

"She is desperate." Pandora giggle angelically. "An angel..." Regulus smile while looking at her.

Coventina yawned, making Snape annoyed. "Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, sir and for your information, Granger would have love to tell it all." Coventina smile fakely.

"She is amazing." Antares stared at her, his knuckles containing his cheeks straight.

"Hmfp! 30 points to Gryffindors." Snape said frustratedly. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment.

"Your godfather have not change, Draco." Antares told Draco who sighed.

"Ah, please." He rolled his eyes.

Narcissa gasp in disbelief, they made him the godfather of their son? Have they gone crazy?

"The betrayal! How could you, Luci!?" Evan Rosier sobbed dramatically.

Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils.

He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Draco, whom he seemed to like.

He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Draco had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.

Draco sighed, he was just good at it, why can't his godfather stop this nonsense?

"I am not making him, Draco's godfather!" Narcissa thought.

Weasley had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes.

Within seconds, the whole class were standing on their stools while Weasley, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Weasley whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Aelora and Coventina, who had
been working next to Weasley.

"He touches one of her hairs and I am killing him." James watches the screen attentively while his hands were curling into fists.

"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's point you've lost for Gryffindor.?" Coventina looked at him and smile sweetly.

"Well professor, I have been too focused on my potion and it's not my fault
if Weasley could not get it right." She said, her sweet voice hypnotizing many who agreed with her.

"She is right."

"I hate him already."

"Is he even a good teacher?"

Whispered the students between themselves. "Are not you doing favorite, professor?" Antares chuckle. His sentence catched some off guards since he has not talk at all.

"Good job, little cub." Remina smile proudly. "Go, mini me!" Remina gasp and glare at Sirius.

"It was offensive to call him a mini you." She speaks.

Snape clenched his hand and made his way out of the classroom as it was finished.

"He seems hate you." Aelora said, "Good because of I am no fan of his hair, let alone his robe." Coventina smirk.

"And Black seem to be staring at
you." Anastacius snickers. "Shut up, Anas." Coventina groaned.

"Hate her or not, he touches her and I will kill him." James thought. He was no fan of people who hurt his family.

Mess with them and James will make you wish that you have never been born.