We don't own HP, though we look in the Mirror of Erised we see ourselves with the book rights, though the mirror shows our desire and not what we have, therefore we don't own HP , nor do we own the OC those are RedHal's except for Rose, that's about as much as we own in this story.

"Wake up Rose, it's time to head down stairs for breakfast, you don't want to get on Snape's bad side the first day now do you?" asked Ginny. I opened one emerald eye and saw Ginny at my side. I sighed,

"I suppose your right Ginny." I said yawning.

"Oh good you're up, the boys are already down stairs and told me to see what was taking you guys so long." Said Vega standing at the door.

I rose out of bed and quickly changed into my robes, I then proceeded to the bathroom to brush my red locks and brush my teeth. Once I deemed myself ready, I exited the bathroom and went to the common room where sure enough, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Vega and Hermione were waiting, I blushed.

"You didn't have to wait for me you guys." I said to my friends.

"Nah, its okay, we all wanted to wait for you, besides; Harry too didn't come down till about ten minutes ago." Said Harry, laughing, I looked around for Collin then remembered he would be in the hospital wing, recovering.

"Come on guys, let's go eat some breakfast, I'm starving!" Said Ron.

"You're always hungry Ron." Said Ginny teasingly. Everyone laughed while Ron just huffed. We went through the portrait and made our way to the great hall.

The owl post came about ten minutes later, a copy of The Daily Prophet landed in front of me; I paid the owl and opened it to the headline: GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST.

"Hey guys there's an update Gringotts break-in!" I said. Everyone looked at me; I read the story aloud: Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.

Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"That's weird, I went to Gringotts that day, Hagrid said that he was on Howarts business and emptied a vault when I went to withdraw money."

"That is odd Harry, maybe it has something to do with the break-in." I said distantly/

After a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, fried tomatoes, porridge and pumpkin juice, we made our way to the dungeon was colder 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 roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry and Rose's name, he addressed Harry first.

"Ah, Yes," he said in soft voice filled with hate and disgust, "Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity." Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. I glared at them, and they just continued to be idiots. Gits, I thought, turning my attention back to my brother. "And Rosalie Potter, how nice to know Potter has one close family member alive." I shook at his words. He had no bloody right to say that to my brother and me! We just came back from the states not a year ago. Nevertheless, I held my temper, something Aunt Jenny taught me years ago. Snape continued.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but we caught every word. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I do not 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, and even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." Hermione and I were on edge, Aunt Jenny said I had a gift for Potions, "So much like you mum," she would tell me when I would play with my underage potion making kit. I saw Harry, Ron, and Collin exchange a look with raised eyebrows.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly his cold black eyes on Harry. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood." I knew exactly what it was it was, it makes a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. I saw Harry glanced at Ron he was clearly stumped, Hermione and my hand had shot into the air. We gave each other knowing looks. Harry gulped.

"I-I don't know sir." He said in a quiet tone, he gave me and Hermione a look that just screamed HELP ME!

"Tsk-tsk, Potter, let's see, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar." once again Hermione and my hand shot up, Easy, in the stomach of a goat." Once again, Harry was clueless.

"I don't know sir." Said Harry once again.

"Didn't think to open a book Potter?" he chided he continued. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane." There is no difference you slimy headed git. I thought as me and Hermione stood up our hands raised, both desperate to help my brother.

"I don't know sir," he said quietly. "But I think my sister and Hermione know, why don't you ask them?" he said, slightly annoyed. We broke out laughing, Harry caught Ginny's eye and Ginny merely winked, showing that it was indeed very funny.

Snape, however was not pleased at m brother making a joke.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione and I. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well. Why aren't you all copying that down." There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And two points will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." I was appalled, this teacher really was a git like everyone said.

We were then put into groups of two, which was Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, Me and Vega, and Neville with Seamus, we were to brew a simple potion to cure boils.

Neville 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 was standing on their stools while Neville, 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 angry wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire." Neville 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 Harry and Ginny, who had been working next to Neville. Oh no, this cannot be good. I thought as Snape opened his mouth.

"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills. Thought he would make you look good if he got it wrong, did you. That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor." This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ginny kicked him behind their cauldron. I was flabbergasted! He has no right to accuse me brother of anything! How was Harry supposed to know about the porcupine quills? We were all focusing on our cauldrons. I could feel my anger boiling up inside. I took a deep breath, then another, I continued until I felt my anger slip away. After another hour, it was time to leave, the day over. We went up to the common room and relaxed for a bit until it was time for dinner.

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