The Anger .

"Well it isn't a dictatorship, young lady," replied the portrait. "However, when it was learned someone wanted to make a go at setting up a club to teach muggleborns wizarding life and etiquette, even though it has been attempted before and has failed, I thought I'd volunteer to hang in this office and provide service.

"That way, I can also guide you in your planning of classes and may be able to assist in answering any questions you find too difficult. That is, of course, if you choose to hear my counsel."

"Your kind offer, Professor, was not anticipated," replied Harry. "Professor Flitwick required us to provide a curriculum overview for what we want to do. However, we have not gone into detail for each session at this stage."

Speaking up, Daphne said, "Plus, we only anticipate holding one meeting a fortnight during school terms. Meaning we should only be meeting a total of about eighteen to twenty times over the course of each year. Are you sure you won't be bored, Professor?"

Smiling, the portrait replied, "It's good of you to ask, my Lady. However, this portrait is only my 'home' frame. I, as are many other portraits throughout the castle, am quite capable of visiting other areas through other portraits. I'll be fine."

With a glance at Harry, Daphne said, "In that case, Professor, welcome."

After saying their goodbyes to the portrait of Professor Thomaset, the group returned to the new club room.

"You do know," said Neville, "once those clever enough come to the first couple of meetings and return to their common rooms start to tell others about what you two will be teaching in here, you'll very soon get a whole lot more people wanting to come along."

"Yeah," replied Harry. "And, if Hermione's right, I'm just hoping we can fit them all in."

As the last one out the door, Harry pulled the door closed behind him.

'I'll have to see about how I can get a magical lock for that,' he mused. 'And for the office door. We can't just have people going in there whenever they want.'

Shortly thereafter, the seven broke to return to their own common rooms.

The next morning's breakfast saw many owls for both Harry and Daphne, but none that were booby-trapped. There was even an official letter from the DMLE informing them both that the culprits of the previous morning's mail bombing had been identified and already spoken to concerning their actions. The letter asked Harry how he wanted them to proceed against the perpetrators.

Harry responded to the letter stating he wanted the senders of the howlers warned and that, if they tried anything again, charges would be pressed. He also wrote he wanted the ones who sent the booby-trapped mail, especially the one containing the bubotuber pus, to be formally charged.

While not much may come of the charges, the perpetrators would know not to mess with Harry Potter or his betrothed in future. It sent a message right back.

As he and the others were finalising their breakfasts, Harry felt himself dreading a little his first potions class. It was his first class for the day and was a double. Breakfast sat heavily in his stomach. Walking down to the dungeons Harry caught up with Susan and Hannah and asked, "Ladies, are there any students in our soon to be oh-so-enjoyable session of brewing potions who has yet to find a partner?"

Glancing back at him, Hannah replied, "Sorry, Harry; I wouldn't know."

"Me neither," replied Susan.

"I spent both classes last week keeping my head down and doing the work," said Hannah. "The man scares me."

"Me too," said Susan.

Harry smiled.

"Ladies, thank you for the information," he said. "I can see I'm in for a fun-filled morning with the greasy bat of the dungeon." Harry and the girls arrived about five minutes before Snape opened the door and barked, "Inside. Take your seats. Cauldrons and scales out."

Harry waited back until everyone else filed in. He waited until he saw a vacant seat next to - no one. 'Oh, yes,' thought Harry. 'There's only nine in the First Year cohort for the 'Puffs. So one of the 'Puffs sat with the spare 'Claw.'

Looking around, Harry spied a vacant station and made his way to it. 'At least on my own I can just make the stupid potion and not be held back while someone reads and translates the recipe,' he thought as he brought forth his potions equipment out of book bag, together with the books Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger and the one Daphne recommended he use as the reference guide. Okay, he didn't actually need either book on the bench at his workstation, having already memorised both, but having them on the bench implied he needed them.

While Harry was setting his bookbag on the floor next to his stool, Snape ascended his little dais, spun on the spot, glared at Harry and said, "Ah, Mister Potter, our newest celebrity. Tell me, Mister Potter, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"A soggy mess," replied Harry with a shrug. "However, they're two of the main ingredients in the Draught of the Living Death, Sir; a Third Year potion."

"Where would you look if you wanted to find a bezoar?" asked the surprised Potions Master, not expecting a correct answer. "In the stomach of a goat, Sir," replied Harry. "If ingested quickly enough after being poisoned a bezoar is a fast and effective way of curing most such poisonings."

"And what, pray tell, is the difference between monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"The colour and shape of the flower, Sir," replied Harry. "They're two variations of the same family of plant."

"Very good, Mister Potter," said Snape with no sign of a sneer. "It appears you have been studying ahead. I wonder if you can keep it up."

Snape then turned to the class and said, "For today you will be making Burn Salve Paste. Madam Pomfrey has informed me her supplies are running low. For those few who make a halfway decent batch, you may find your fellow students using what you've made sometime during the year. Jars will be offered, by me, at each station that manages to get something as simple as this right.

"The instructions are on page 82 of Jiggers and on the board." With an almost negligent wave of his wand, the instructions for the Salve appeared on the board. "Get to work. You have ninety minutes."

Harry waited a few moments as he saw other students go to a cabinet off to the side and collect supplies, and followed them. He was soon back at his station with the necessary ingredients.

He first used a clean cloth to wipe over the inside of his cauldron, his stirring rod, his scales, the cutting board and the ingredient knife. He could tell that Snape was watching him but made sure to take his time in ensuring everything was clean.

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