A Slytherin's Perspective

Why did Snape hate Harry? Would he call me out? Of course he would...Why did he hate us? Was he a follower of...no he's a Professor. Dumbledore would never let a dangerous person teach us. Still everyone said he was horrible, and with what Harry just told me...

"You okay?" I turned and saw Anthony, and Lisa both looking at me concerned.

"I hope." I replied nervously.

"Was it that bad for Harry?" Lisa asked.

"Supposedly...he said Snape targeted him personally."

"Why would he do that?" Anthony asked.

"I have no idea...still if he treated Harry horribly."

"It has to be because he's a Gryffindor. Everyone knows Snape hate's Gryffindor's." Lisa said thoughtfully.

"Maybe. But the way Harry described it..." I looked down the hallway to the dungeons nervously.

"You three are eager." Padma said, as the others walked over to us.

"I asked Harry how potions went." I replied.

"How did it go?" Mandy asked me.

"...poorly." I replied simply.

Everyone glanced at each other nervously.

"Hopefully it's just a Gryffindor thing." Michael said hopefully.

"Hopefully." I repeated not believing myself.

We all made our way down into the dungeons.

"The Slytherin common room is down here somewhere." Michael said.

"No wonder there always so grumpy." Mandy replied.

Mandy was right. The dungeons were cold, dark, wet, and not a place I'd want to live. I saw a couple cobwebs in the corners, and side passageways that led into darkness.

We found the door to the potions class room closed so we all waited outside. After a few minutes we heard footsteps and saw the Hufflepuff's arrived.

We hadn't shared any classes with them yet, so I didn't really know them. I recognized Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones from the sorting ceremony. The only other one I noticed Zacharias Smith, seeing as he was the one Anthony had failed to sort opening night.

Before anyone could introduce themselves the door's to the potions classroom flew open, and we all hustled inside.

There were multiple tables all with cauldrons. A supply cupboard sat against a side wall, and a desk sat in the back of the room. Both houses went to either side of the room and sat, I sat in the middle row in between Anthony and Lisa. Finally the dark robed Professor Snape entered, he was intimidating and I hoped against hope that he didn't hate me...

Snape began to take roll, everyone was deathly silent unless you were called on. When he reached Padma I began to fidget nervously, this is where it began for Harry. I fully expected the same result...

"Sarah, Potter." He said with not a hint of hatred, or really any emotion. He called my name just like he called every other student.

"Present" I replied, Snape didn't even look up from his list as he continued. I noticed all the Hufflepuff's were staring at me. I ignored them as Snape finished roll, he then stood up as began to speak. His black eyes scanning the room and making everyone pay full attention.

"You are here to learn the advanced artform that is Potion making." He began in a very low voice, but everyone payed full attention. "It is an exact artform, one I know not all of you will master. Seeing as you don't get to wave your wand's around you aren't even sure this is magic." He looked to the Hufflepuff's who all squirmed in there seats.

"However." He looked back to the whole class. "For the select few..."He looked straight at me. Our eyes met? "...who are capable." He said as turned back to the class. "I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death...if you aren't a bunch of dunderheads' like a majority of my students." He finished, we all looked at each other.

"Patil!" He snapped and Padma nearly jumped.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He asked coldly looking at Padma.

"...a sleeping potion." She answered worriedly.

"A seven year old's response, but technically correct." Snape answered, Padma had a mix of relief and worry as Snape twirled to the Hufflepuff's.

"Smith! Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" He asked the Hufflepuff.

The boy who had seemed so confident at the sorting just glanced the Snape in total panic.

"I don't know..." He finally said.

"Disappointing." Snape replied and glared at him and the rest of the Hufflepuff's. "Abbot? Same question." He said as he turned to Hannah.

"A...goat's stomach." The girl replied terrified

"It's purpose Mr. Boot?" Snape asked without even turning to Terry.

"...cure poisons." Terry answered after a moment hesitation.

"Not all, some poisons have no cure." Snape added sneering.

Snape then turned back to me, however, unlike everyone else he didn't look like he hated me. He looked at me thoughtfully.

"Miss Potter, What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He asked me like any normal teacher would.

I thought and remembered the plants, or plant. They were the same, also known as Aconite.

"None, they're the same." I answered trying to remain calm.

"Correct." Snape replied and back to the Hufflepuff's.

"And what, Miss Bones, is another name for this particular plant?"

"I don't...uh."

"I expected much more from Director Bone's niece." Snape spat, then turned to Justin Finch-Fletchley.

"I don't know." Justin said.

"Five points from Hufflepuff for speaking out of turn." Snape said as he swirled back to the head of the room. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Anthony struggling to not blurt out the answer.

"As no one else seems to have any clue about this plant, I'll ask again. Miss Potter?" He turned to me.

"Aconite Sir." I replied softly. He smirked.

"Again correct." I noticed the shocked faces of my housemates, and noticed the Hufflepuff's looking at me quite jealous.

"I hope you all have been writing this down." Snape's voice interrupted boomed and the room filled with the sound of quills hitting paper.

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