The Friday finally arrived, Harry was practically bouncing with excitement for his Potions class. Even though he knew that whatever would be taught to him that day wouldn't even be close to a challenge for him, he couldn't help but feel that it had been much too long since his last Potions lesson, not even lesson just time in the lab.

First years were not allowed to use the labs on their own. Harry hopped that he would be able to speak with the Professor to get that slightly amended, he loved to brew and just the thought of only being able to do so in class was horrifying. His dorm mates, having seen him pour through numerous Potions texts, some of which they didn't even know existed, all knew what was making him so twitchy.

Draco finally got annoyed with his pacing and muttering under his breath that he forcefully sat Harry down to wait for the rest of their year mates. The blond was quite excited to be taught by his Godfather, but at the same time he was nervous because he knew the high standard the man expected from all of his students and he was worried that he would have forgotten everything he had been taught previously. Harry's bright mood was noticeable to anyone who had the right eye, and up at the Head table there was one who was eyeing the boy with a somewhat questioning expression.

"Potions you think?" James asked Sirius, who was sat next to him.

"I would assume so." Sirius responded, and then he grinned. "Harry has been so excited about Potions all week that I thought he might combust if this day didn't hurry and come already."

Harry noticed, with a start, he was almost fifteen minutes early to the lesson because he hadn't finished his breakfast, so he sat down, using the air around him to make him a chair, and cracked open his book again.

If anything would settle his mind it was Potions. He didn't rouse until Draco nudged him, and he rose to his feet, clearing his expression and shooting the blond a nod of gratitude. Over the course week he found that Draco was really nice company and so was Theo which he was glad about.

The Gryffindors came down as loud as always, Harry could hear them speaking about how Snape was the worst teacher in the school and how he hated Gryffindors. They were shut up when the door slammed open startling them, and Harry very nearly grinned; Salazar used to do the same thing. He said that if the students were not prepared to hear a door slam when they were not focusing on potentially lethal concoctions then they had no business being in a lab.

Harry actually thought it was because he loved scaring the crap in to people, but he never actually voiced that thought to the man.

The Slytherins entered first, silently and in a single file, taking their seats without haste, though Harry was sure to grab the front desk with Draco and Theo. The door slammed shut once the Gryffindors had got in, whispering among themselves as they got to their seats, they fell silent as Professor Snape strode to the front of the room, his black robes billowing behind him ominously. He took the register and paused when he came to Evangeline's name.

"Ah yes, Evangeline Potter. Our new celebrity." The final word was send with a touch of disdain, and Evangeline flushed, glaring up at Snape. Harry couldn't help but smirk, Evangeline would be getting absolutely no special treatment in this class apparently also. Once he had finished he rose and stood in front of his desk, crossing his arms and regarding them coolly. He had that ability to keep the room utterly silent without doing anything, and then he began to speak.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, some of you will not appreciate the subtle science and art which is Potions." He spoke softly, his voice carrying through the room effortlessly and Harry felt himself leaving forward, absently flicking his wrist to make his quill copy down everything that was said.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even putter a stopper in death."

Harry was on the edge of his seat, and he noticed that Draco was also unconsciously leaning forward also as he listened completely enraptured.

"Miss Potter," The Professor's sudden change in tone and volume made Harry jump slightly, "What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry's mind supplied him with answer immediately, and he waited for his sister to answer the question.

"I don't know," She answered, causing Harry to blink in surprise; that was very simple. He exchanged a look with Draco, the blond's eyes telling Harry he thought the same thing.

"So you didn't think you would open a book before you came to my class, did you?" Snape mused, his voice lined with displeasure. "Let's try again. Where, Miss Potter, would you look if I were to ask for a bezoar?"

That question was even easier than the previous one, Harry thought, raising an eyebrow at Draco, who shrugged slightly.

"I don't know." She said again, and this time Harry turned to look at her as if she had lost her mind; how did she not know that? He saw that the busy haired Mudblood girl had her hand thrown in to the air, and, while he was pleased that she obviously had some brains in her, it wasn't a discussion period so it was highly unnecessary. He turned back to the front, shaking his head slightly, though he had to mask a grin as he caught sight of Draco looking at her as if she was some strange exotic creature.

"Pity," Snape said, not sounding at all as if he meant it, it was more as if he knew this would happen. "One more time, Miss Potter. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know," Evangeline ground out, sounding extremely angry much to Harry's amusement. That question was a trick question, granted, but it was basic Herbology knowledge, let alone Potions.

"Clearly fame isn't everything, is it, Miss Potter?"

"Clearly Hermione knows, so why don't you ask her." Evangeline snapped, indicating the Mudblood. Muttering immediately broke out on the Gryffindor side, all of them casting Evangeline looks of awe at her nerve. The Slytherin's were casting her their own set of looks, though theirs were more of distaste than anything remotely positive.

"Five points, Potter, for your cheek." Snape growled and they instantly fell silently, looking at the Professor in disgruntlement.

"Let's see if the other Potter possess any intelligence." Snape decided, turning to face Harry in expectation.

Harry straightened himself up, looking at the Professor respectfully. "In answer to your first proposed question: adding powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood would give you a sleeping draught so potent it is known as the Draught of Living Dead." Harry began, his voice completely even. "To find a bezoar, in response to your second question, you would look in the stomach of a goat, and the stone will save you from most poisons if administered in time. Finally, there is no difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant that also know by the name aconite and is a key ingredient within the highly regarded Wolfsbane potion: which allows a werewolf to retain his or her mind during the full moon, and was created and developed by you."

Snape nodded once, quite impressed by his answers and the extra information offered; it illustrated his knowledge, but not in an arrogant or obnoxious way.

"Correct, Mr Potter. Ten points to Slytherin."

Harry nodded, pleased, and settled to take notes as the Professor began his lecture on the Potion they were working on, Harry was delighted to discover they would be brewing that day. It was a simple boil cure, though a different one to how he learned, and he noted that if he combine the methods he should get the absolute perfect potion. When they were given permission, Harry snapped his fingers and his ingredients laid out before him in the desk, allowing him to get straight to work.

Snape watched the male Potter as he walked around the classroom, becoming more impressed by the minute; the boy was a complete natural. All of his motions flowed with ease, and his almost absent precision screamed of previous heavy brewing. His analysis was interrupted when the Longbottom boy's cauldron melted suddenly, spilling its spoiled contents all over the floor.

"Idiot boy." Severus snapped, vanishing the mess with a sharp jab of his wand. "Did the instructions not clearly state that you were to remove the cauldron from the heat before you added the porcupine quills?"

The boy whimpered in response, nasty looking boils already swelling all over him.

"Take him to the hospital wing." He shot at his partner and then he turned to Evangeline Potter. "Miss Potter, take five points for trying to make yourself look good through other people's failures." He had seen her watching Longbottom, and seeing as she had completed that step herself she couldn't fail to miss the disaster waiting to happen. The Professor once again began moving around the room making his observations, his eyes naturally being drawn back to the male Potter, raising an eyebrow as he saw the boy frowning at his cauldron.

"Is there a problem, Mr Potter?" He inquired, approaching the boy. He couldn't help but feel amused when the boy looked like a deer caught in head-lights. Harry looked at his Professor in horror, he hadn't fixed his problem yet, and now the man was right next to him. The stupid potion, he couldn't work out up where he had gone wrong.

"It's only a small mistake," He began, casing the spectrum spell and narrowing his eyes, "Its three shades lighter than it is supposed to be." Three whole shades, Salazar would have had him cleaning cauldrons for a week should Harry have done such a thing in his class. One shade he could deal with, different time of ingredients that could have lost or gained potency over the years, and he was mixing a recipe for the first time, but three shades? Harry shook his head. Severus looked closely at that potion, eyeing the spectrum spell in surprise; that wasn't taught until sixth year. He noticed that the potion was indeed three shades lighter, but it was still a well-made potion and only a master would question it.

"It is an acceptable first attempt."

"But this isn't a first attempt." Harry told him, "I could do this potion in my sleep, and I have made many more advance ones." He scowled at the potion as if it was doing it on purpose and then he blinked, slapping his hand to his forehead as he released a muted groan. "I am a complete idiot."

He snapped his fingers, summoning a single lime green leaf to him. He nearly sliced off the tip of the leaf, dropping it in to the cauldron and stirring it twice anti-clockwise, watching as the potion darkened to the correct shade with relief.

"Very impressive, Mr Potter. Stay at the end."

"Yes, sir."