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She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous

Sitting next to Draco the next morning in Transfiguration I smile at Goyle’s new grow pig ears. Hogwarts really should come up with some way to keep girls out of the boy’s dormitories. Oh well, Gregory Goyle deserved what he got.

“Where is our Professor?” I ask Draco, my eyes on the grey and black cat sitting on the desk.

“I don’t know. How’d Goyle get the ears?” Draco replies.

“I gave them to him.”

Draco’s eyes grow wide, “You did that?”

“He deserved it,” I answer simply as the doors in the back burst open.

Ron and Harry run up the aisle, panting heavily. Rolling my eyes I turn back to the front of the room. They are just lucky the Professor isn’t here yet. Personally I would have liked to see them both get in trouble.

As the two continue to catch their breath the cat jumps off the desk, transfiguring into Professor McGonagall half way through the jump. I want to be able to do that. That was brilliant and now Harry and Ron will get in trouble. Sometimes I love the way justice comes about.

“That was bloody brilliant,” Ron says trying to suck up to the Professor. I doubt that will get him out of trouble.

“Thank you for that assessment. It’d be better if I transfigured Mr. Potter and you into a watch. Then one of you might be on time,” replies McGonagall in a harsh tone. She is not at all pleased.

“We got lost,” explains Harry.

“Then perhaps a map?” offers the Professor. “I trust you don’t need one to find your seats.”

Holding back a laugh I turn my attention back to the front of class; Draco is doing the same. Although he might be the most famous wizard in our school Harry lacks common sense.
“Alright,” McGonagall starts, standing in front of the class. “There are six types of Transfiguration: Animate, Inqnimate, Switching Spells, Vertebrates, Animagus, and Metamorphagus. Does anyone know what Transfiguration in general is?”

My hand shoots in the air. Alright so call me a nerd but Transfiguration fascinates me.

“Yes, Miss. Riddle,” Professor McGonagall says.

“Transfiguration is the art of changing the form and appearance of an object as well as the vanishing of objects,” I answer worried that I might have gotten it wrong.

“Very good, Miss. Riddle. She is exactly right,” the Professor says.

For the rest of the class we talk about the different forms of Transfiguration and which ones we will be using this term. In the end Professor McGonagall asks us to write a page on Transfiguration and how it is helpful.

“The essay should be easy,” I say to Draco as we head toward the dungeons to Severus’ class…potions.

“I don’t think so.”

“I’ll help, promise.”

Draco smiles, his grey/blue eyes sparkling, “Really? How are you so smart already?”

“I haven’t really had any friends so I’ve stolen a few books from the Wizarding families I lived with. I’ve done some reading on all sorts of subject; that’s how I knew the spell for the pig ears.”

“You’re brilliant.”

“I’m not. I don’t know half of what I should. Besides that spell for the pig ears was really easy, I’m not really as good as you think.”

“You know more than I do,” replies Draco taking the seat next to me in the very front row. I wonder if Severus will let me skip my next class to talk with him.

Just as I am about to answer Draco the door flies open and Snape, clad in his usual black robes strides towards the front of class, “There will be no foolish wand – waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of potions – making. However, for those select few –” Professor Snape looks over at Draco and me with a blank faced smile – “who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.”

At this Severus stops, eyes glued to someone sitting a few rows behind me. Twisting around in my seat I notice Potter, scribbling away on a piece of parchment, not paying the least bit of attention. Snape loathes this. “Than again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention.”

At these words Harry puts down his quill looking up at Severus as if he’s been doing nothing wrong. These two are not going to get along for loads of reasons.

Snape looks outraged, “Mr. Potter, our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”

Granger, the girl I’ve figured out is a glorified Mudblood, raises her hand. I’ll let her get in trouble for trying to be the smart one. Severus really doesn’t want these questions answered.

“You don’t know?” questions Severus his tone cold. “Let’s try again. Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?”

“I don’t know, sir,” replies Potter, shaking his head.

“And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?”

Harry continues to shake his head, “I don’t know, sir.”

“Pity,” replies Severus. “Clearly fame isn’t everything, is it, Mr. Potter?”

“He’s not really that bright is he,” I whisper to Draco as Snape retakes his position at the front of class.

“Obviously the ‘boy who lived' isn’t the smartest wizard in the school; you’d think he would have had enough brains to at least look at his school books,” answers Draco before turning to look at Severus who has his gaze set on the both of us again.

This little chat has taken up most of the class and because of Harry’s stupidity we have all got to write a page on the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane. Stupid Potter, I was hoping for no more work.

As everyone else files out of the class I stay behind, picking up random vile of different colored liquids that sit on Severus’ desk; he hasn’t noticed me yet.

“Severus,” I start, “can stay here and talk to you?”

“Why?” he questions taking a seat on one of the desks.

“I want to. Did you see Goyle’s pig ears? I gave him those.”

Snape holds back a laugh, “Why?”

“He tripped me, I wanted an apology, and he didn’t give it so I taught him a lesson. Can I stay?”

“Fine.”

Smiling I place a vile of green liquid back on Severus’ desk but miss. Instead the tube falls to the floor, crashing open sending tiny shards of glass and green liquid all over in front of Snape’s desk.

“Oopsie,” I mumble before moving to stand next to Severus who is frowning.

“You really shouldn’t have given Mr. Goyle pig ears.”

“But he deserved it. Besides all he’s got to do is visit the Hospital wing, they’ll fix him up just fine.”

“I should give you detention.”

“Whatever you want; besides the fact he’s an arrogant toad, why do you dislike Potter?”

“I was in love with his mother Lily.”

“That hasn’t got anything to do with anything.”

“I don’t expect you to understand.”

“I think that’s a bit prejudice. You can’t dislike someone because you loved their mother.”

“Out!” demands Severus, standing, “Just get out!”

Not exactly sure what I’ve said to cause Severus to act this way I quickly back out of the class room, only turning around and running for it once I am out in the hall. I don’t know what I could have possibly done except tell the truth. One cannot love someone yet hate another because of this love. It’s utterly confusing. I stop now in front of a shiny trophy case. Looking inside one particular trophy catches my eye; it’s got James Potter written on it. This explains everything. Severus Snape dislikes Harry Potter because he bares a great resemblance to James who married one of the only women Snape ever loved; Lilly. How pitiful.
For the next hour I walk aimlessly about the halls, hiding from the occasional staff member that had also taken the liberty of giving themselves a free period. Seeing as I’m not exactly hungry enough to go snooping for the kitchen I head back towards the Slytherin common room. A bit of a nap will be nice.