Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and the Harry Potter Series.

This is a remake of Fighting with Dragon Fire. Mainly because I thought it sucked, and it probably did. If the remake isn't any better, let me know. Oh plus, I don't really know the order that the teachers sit in... just letting you know. I also don't remember what the magic hat was called. Oh this is a special long first chapter because I think I actually know where I'm going, plus I'm in a good mood. Oh it has a different title because I also didn't like the other one. I hope you enjoy it!! Oh, and I'm going to erase my old one, but I still do have it on my computer. So if you're interested in having it just for reference or because you liked it, just contact me and let me know! Enjoy!

Dragon Scales

Chapter One: Awkward Introductions

I was sitting my seat watching the magic hat quickly place the new students into the different houses. There seemed to be less Slytherin this year. "Psst," came a voice beside me.
I turned to look at Professor Conners. She was the new teacher of the subject Languages. I wasn't sure what type of languages she taught, but I do not feel that Languages is an appropriate subject. "Do you like peppers?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, raising an eyebrow.
She started to stab them with her fork. "Excuse my fingers," she said, and pushed the peppers off her fork and onto my plate.
I just started blankly at her. "Why on earth did you do that?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I don't like peppers." She looked around quickly and then leaned in close to me. "Plus, the short man beside me, kind of scares me," she whispered.
I glanced at Professor Flitwick watching the ceremony. He didn't seem threatening at all, but it didn't really matter. I leaned slightly and looked at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. It was a doomed position since everyone that takes this position seemed to leave. This teacher was, well, female. I watched her carefully pick at her food. She had an elegant gothic look to her. Her eyes were a piercing amber colour and her hair was curly and black. She was well busted and was very thin. She wore a tight black dress with a red trim. I leaned back in my chair. I did not want her to catch me staring. Professor Conners tried to start a conversation again. "I hear the Potter child goes here," she said.
"Yes," I sighed. "He's quite the trouble maker."
"Does he really speak parsyltongue?" she asked.
I nodded. "Fluently," I said, with as much hate as I could.
She leaned back in her chair. "I hear there's a Malfoy too," she said, quieter.
I smiled. "Yes, Draco. He's very bright," I said.
I turned to look at her. She forced a smile back. She had straight brown hair and dull, gray eyes. She wore loose black and green robes, making it impossible to tell if she had a figure or not. I shrugged. "Are you nervous?" I asked.
Why was I making conversation with her? I didn't need to anymore. She smiled lightly. Her lips were thin; she obviously didn't care for make-up. "No," she said.
"You're obviously a terrible liar," I smiled back at her.
She laughed lightly. "Very," she smiled, really smiled. "And I'm very nervous."
She had something about her that made her attractive when you talk to her, but I was still more interested in getting to know the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "Who's the tall fuzzy character?" she asked, quietly, so no one would hear.
What was I, her tour guide? I turned to look at Hagrid. She was laughing with him and Professor McGonnigal. What on earth did she see in them? "The tall fuzzy man is Hagrid. He's friendly, but is two eggs short of a dozen. I'm not sure who the woman in the middle is, but the one on the other side is Minerva McGonnigal," I said.
"Silvertongue. Do you like Professor McGonnigal?" she asked.
"The students like her... and what did you mean by Silvertongue?"
She refused to make eye contact with me. "Professor Silvertongue is between them," she said.
"Ah," I said, watching Conners carefully.
I think she noticed my eyes on her. She ate slowly and put a few strands of her hair behind her ear. I noticed her hair gleam silver in certain lights. "I've been rude," she said, searching her plate. "I'm Katherine Conners."
"Severus Snape," I said.
She looked up and smiled. "I like it," she said.
Albus Dumbledore stood up in his seat. "Now that everyone is finished, I would like to introduce the two new professors. Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Professor Silvertongue," he said. "We also have a new subject. Professor Conners will be teaching languages."
There were a lot of students talking after what he said. Dumbledore looked down at me. He wasn't done. I stood up. "Please stay quiet!" I shouted.
There was silence. I stood back down, proudly. "Thank you Professor Snape," he said. "I wish that everyone has a good year."
He sat back down and smiled. Why the hell did he ask me to do that? He hardly said anything. Oh well. I think Professor Silvertongue looked at me. I smiled to myself and leaned back in my chair.
"Good day Professor Snape," she smiled.
I turned around to see Professor Conners smile softly at me. "Good day madam," I smiled back at her.
She started to walk off to her classroom as I walked off to mine. I turned around to look at her once more. She wore a more well fitted dress that was, again, black and green. The odd thing was she had a parade of cats following behind her. I chuckled lightly and walked into my classroom. I had Gryffindors and Slytherins. It was frustrating since they spent most of their time arguing. I slammed my notebook loudly down on the desk to keep them quiet. "Let's begin," I said harshly.
A cat jumped onto the desk, making my heart skip a beat. Several of the students laughed at my expense. Hermione Granger raised her hand up. "I didn't ask a question Miss. Granger. Unless you can read my mind," I muttered the second part quieter.
"Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but isn't that Professor Conners' cat?" she asked.
I looked down at the pure black cat with pale green eyes. I remembered the cats marching behind her like she was some sort of goddess. "Yes, it probably is. I ran into her before class," I said, honestly.
"Well, don't give it back," Miss. Granger said, standing up.
I was stunned at this student's outburst. "Why not?" I asked.
She turned a bright red colour and looked down at the boy beside her. "I had first period with her. Her cats are her books and when she turns them back... well... it's torture to them. You should hear their squeals," she looked as if she was about to cry.
The cat found it's way under my hand. Ron Weasley stood up from beside her. "It's true sir... not that I have anything against Professor Conners. I like her and all, but it's still a terrible thing to do," he said.
I rubbed my forehead. "I can't see Professor Conners hurting anything, let alone the felines that seem to adore her," I said.
As if we called her, Professor Conners swung open the doors to my classroom. "I'm sorry to interrupt Professor Snape, but you seem to have Lenette," she smiled.
I watched Miss. Granger and Mr. Weasley sit down in their chairs. I lifted up the cat and handed it to her. She took it and held it carefully. She turned around and started to walk off. "Professor Conners," I called after her. She turned around and looked at me.
"Yes?" she responded.
"It's seems like a few of my students are worried that you mistreat your felines," I said, watching the two students carefully.
She followed my line of sight and smiled. "I can assure you that it's not mistreating my books. I turned them into cats originally so they cannot actually feel pain," she said, looking around. "Should I show you?"
"Please," I smiled.
She sat the cat back down on the desk. It sat down obediently and looked up at her. She muttered a charm, which I didn't recognize, underneath her breath. We all watched eagerly as the cat twitched an ear. Suddenly, as if a chill went up its spine, its claws came out and ears went back. It started to hiss loudly. It closed its eyes and made a noise I wasn't sure was possible. It's screeched echoed through the class and pages sprouted from its back, like wings. The paws folded up as its body became longer to make the cover. The screams stopped, even though the echo continued, and a book was on the counter. "I just lost all respect for you," I said, disgusted, and pushed some leftover fur off my desk.
She smiled and shrugged. "You asked," she said and took her book.
I waited for her to walk out of the room before I made any comments. I put my hands behind my back. "Once again, Miss. Granger, you were right. Now please open your books to page one hundred and sixty-seven. Here you will find the ingredients to the potion we will learn to make today..."