The Anger .

Once he was ready, he began.

The potion was a relatively simple one but was, actually, an advanced First Year brew. There were a couple of steps that could have proven dangerous if every step was not carried out precisely.

However, Harry was not the sort to rush. Rushing just increased the risk. And he had plenty of time.

At around the seventy-five minute mark Harry looked up and could see Snape staring back at him. When their eyes met the Professor gave a small nod of his head towards the end of Harry's workstation. There, Harry could see an empty jar sitting on a piece of parchment. Reaching across, Harry snagged the jar and brought it to himself. He, again, drew out his cleaning cloth and wiped the jar and lid inside and out while he read the parchment. It was details of a nine inch assignment on the uses of Hellebore in potions.

As Hellebore was one of the ingredients in Harry's other book, he figured he could get the assignment knocked over in about an hour.

He carefully scooped the slightly yellowish goop out of his cauldron into the jar. Once the jar was full, he screwed the lid into place, and placed the jar on his workstation.

At that point, Snape came over, picked up his jar, peered at the contents through the clear glass and nodded his head. Drawing his wand out, the Professor caused to appear the words Burn Salve on the side of the jar and on the lid.

Turning to Harry he quietly said, "Clean up your workstation and you may leave quietly," before he carried the jar with him back to his desk.

It only took Harry a few minutes to clean everything back up; carrying his cauldron, stirring rod, cutting board and ingredient knife to the sink; and returning the unused ingredients to the cabinet.

Once done, he quietly left. He wondered where the looming, sneering and taking of points for 'blinking too loudly' were that other students had told him about. For all he looked, Harry couldn't see it.

Knowing he now had a break until lunch, Harry made his way to the Ravenclaw common room and on into his dorm. There, he carefully cleaned his scales before packing them back away in his trunk. And used the opportunity to grab his transfiguration text for the first class after lunch.

Grabbing his transfiguration text 'A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration', Harry walked down to the Great Hall and sat at the Ravenclaw table. He was pretending to read through it while munching on an apple when he was joined by Susan and Hannah.

"Harry," began Hannah, "How on Earth did you manage to get that burn salve made so fast when there was just you working?"

"By thinking about what I needed to do and doing it," replied Harry. "I simply went through each step of what needed to be done and organised myself so that neither I, nor the potion, was sitting idle at any time." "Well, it sure looked like you impressed the Hell out of Professor Snape," said Susan. "He was watching you like a hawk; and taking notes."

"It was also the most calm potion's class of the three we've had," said Hannah. "It took me almost half an hour before I realised I was actually enjoying myself."

Nodding, Susan said, "He didn't sneer at anyone, he didn't yell, he didn't take points for silly reasons, he didn't hover over anyone; he just moved around the class watching everyone and didn't say a word while we were working."

"Yeah, but most of the time he was walking around he was only watching Harry," said Hannah. "It was like he was - stalking his prey." Harry just snorted with laughter. "Then it appears I disappointed him by not doing anything wrong."

"No" said Susan, contradicting him. "It was more like - he was waiting for you to make a mistake. However, when he figured out you weren't going to; he began to watch what you were doing right. That's when he returned to his desk, pulled out the parchment and began to write down some of the things you were doing."

"So he noticed I wasn't following the exact steps of the recipe," said Harry. "I did things in a slightly different order."

Recognising the look Hannah was giving him, he said, "I don't mean I mixed in the ingredients differently. I mean I preparedthe ingredients in a different order. I made better use of my time. If Snape was writing down what I was doing, I think that's what he was writing down. "If you think about it, it makes sense he'd do that," he said. "Not only does he teach, he's the school's potions master. That means he's responsible for providing potions for the infirmary. Something like I was doing that would save him time would be like gold to him."

After an afternoon class on transfiguration, again with the 'Puffs, Harry and the gang headed for the library to clear away their homework. They were joined by Daphne, Tracey and Neville not long after arriving.

"Did anyone notice the schedules are up for first flying lessons?" asked Neville, as soon as he sat down.

"Flying lessons?" asked Hermione. "On brooms, right?"

"Yes, Hermione," replied Daphne. "On brooms." Nodding, Neville said, "We're second up with the Slytherins at 3.30pm on Thursday. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are at 2.00pm immediately before us and after lunch."

"I take it these lessons are mandatory?" asked Harry, remembering Daphne and Astoria taught him the basics of riding a broom the day before they boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"Yeah, and I'm not looking forward to it," replied Neville a little dejectedly. "I don't like riding brooms. My Uncle Algie tried to teach me the basics and I was pants at it."

"Once you get the basics it's actually a whole lot of fun," said Tracey. "It took me a while to get the hang of it. But, once I did, I now think it's an enjoyable way to spend a few hours on a warm day."

"Anyway," said Hermione. "Homework." With a bit of good-natured ribbing of the driven girl, the group were soon researching and writing assignments.

At dinner, the group decided to sit at the Slytherin table. Something they hadn't done for a while.

The group were just winding up their desserts when Professor Flitwick walked up and handed Harry a note. Opening it he found he'd been summoned to the Headmasters office. Professor Flitwick would escort him.

Frowning, Harry showed the note to the group.

"I wonder what he wants," said Daphne.

"Well, whatever it is, I want witnesses," replied Harry. "Care to join me?"

"Why not," she replied. "Someone you trust should be there with you." Thinking a bit, Harry asked, "Does Wizarding Britain have laws against witness tampering?"

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