I left Professor Snape's office 1 hour later.

I quickly walked through the halls towards my next class following the prompts the castle sent me about the direction I needed.

Once I arrived at my class and lost 10 points even though I had a note explaining my absence -Stupid Gryffindor teachers- I made my way to the empty seat next to Draco.

"What did bumbles want?" he asked.

"Stuff about harry." I whispered in return.

"Mr founder 10 points from Slytherin for not paying attention." McGonagall yelled out.

I rolled my eyes and faced the front.

After an extremely boring lecture on turning a matchstick into a needle was completed we were finally able to try it for ourselves.

Everyone pulled out their wands and begun attempting to complete the transfiguration.

I rolled my eyes as one of the Gryffindor boys managed to set something on fire.

"Sal why aren't you doing it?" Draco asked.

"I would like to know the answer to that as well Mr founder." McGonagall said from behind us.

"Because I have done it before." I said.

"Care to show me?" she asked.

I flicked my hand making my wand appear in my hand and silently completing the spell.

In the place where my matchstick originally sat was a sharp pointy needle.

McGonagall huffed and grudgingly awarded me 5 points.

"Nice." Draco whispered.

Across the classroom at Skylar's table the 'know it all' from the sorting glared at me before attempting the spell again.

I smirked at the end of class when no one else could complete the spell.

"Founder!" Skylar yelled.

I turned around.

"What do you want now potter?" I sneered. "I'm not telling you anything about harry." I added.

"Where did you learn to do the spells?" he asked adding a sneer of his own.

"Some of us aren't complete idiots and don't have pathetic wands." I smirked.

"I have the brother wand of Voldemort." Skylar bragged.

"That impossible because harry has that wand."

Skylar stood their shocked for a second with his mouth hanging open.

"He's the one that stole my wand." Skylar hissed angrily.

"I was led to believe that the wand chooses the wizard not the other way around." I smirked. "Come on Draco. You never know stupidity may be catching." I said and proceeded to drag Draco off to the next class.

Draco laughed when he turned back and saw a red faced Skylar glaring at our retreating figures.

"He is going to attack you one day." Draco said as we arrived in the dungeons.

"I would like to see him try." I smirked.

After a few more minutes the remaining first year slytherin's showed up at the door awaiting for professor Snape to arrive.

A few Gryffindor's had rocked up as well but some still remained absent.

"IN!" Snape called, his voice echoing in the quiet dungeons.

We all quickly made our way in and took seats segregating from the Gryffindor's.

Professor Snape turned to the bored and began writing things down.

As he was about to begin his lesson when Skylar and Weasley ran into the classroom out of breath.

"Ah the celebrity has finally decided to join us." He sneered.

"Sorry sir we got lost."

"Take your seat."

Salazar looked smug at the fact that he had gotten off without points taken.

"There will be no foolish wand waving in my class. I will teach you the subtle art of potion making. I can teach you to brew glory, bottle fame or even put a stopper on death." He began with his standard introductory speech given to all first years.

"Mr potter what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I Dunno?" he shrugged.

"Where would I find a bezoar?"

"How would I know?" he asked again his face flushing slightly.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfs bane?"

"I don't know stop picking on me nobody knows the answer to your questions." He yelled.

A smirk crossed Snape's face making Skylar audibly gulp.

"Mr founder?" Snape asked.

"A combination of powdered root of asphodel and infused wormwood is a draught known as the draught of living death. A bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat and will cure most poisons. Monkshood and wolfs bane are the same plant also known as aconite." I answered.

"Excellent Mr founder 20 points to Slytherin. Mr potter 10 points form Gryffindor for coming to class unprepared and another 10 for yelling at a teacher."

"That's not fair!" Weasley yelled.

"A further 10 points Mr Weasley for arguing with a teacher. I have no problem with continuing this all day." Professor Snape informed them.

They remained silent but shot glares at the professor.

"Finished I see. Good now I can continue with the lesson. On the board I have written the instructions of a simple potion that you should all be able to complete without any trouble. You have until the end of the lesson. Don't think you can slack off either if the potion isn't completed by the bell you will remain until it is." Professor Snape informed them flicking his wand in the direction of the storage cupboard.

The slytherin's where the first at the door gathering their ingredients and began making the potion.

The Gryffindor's minus a girl with bushy hair and a nervous jumpy boy I vaguely remembered as Longbottom dawdled to the cupboard talking loudly.

Thanks to the brewing practise I had with professor Snape during the summer I was the first student finished with the potion and quickly bottled the potion and presented it to the professor.

"Excellent Potion Mr founder. 10 points to Slytherin and an outstanding grade." He said placing it on the edge of his desk.

I nodded my thanks and began cleaning my workstation.

As I was about to pack my things away I looked towards the Gryffindor side of the room more specifically at Longbottom.

"Stop!" I shouted causing everyone to look up. "Longbottom you need to remove your cauldron from the flame or it will explode in your face." I warned.

He turned a light pink but nodded his thanks when he realised it would have exploded on him.

"You think your so great don't you founder? Think that just because you saved a wimp like Longbottom from exploding his cauldron that you are all that?" Potter asked.

"Actually. I was simply helping out a fellow student so that he wouldn't injure himself or his classmates. I don't need your approval or recognition for helping someone. Besides I thought the Gryffindor's where like a family. Obviously not if you make fun of someone simply because potions is not their cup of tea. You are pathetic potter." I called turning away to continue cleaning my station.

"Potter Weasley 20 points each from Gryffindor for attempting to hex a student. 10 points to Slytherin founder for preventing an explosion and standing up for another student. Hurry up you have 10 minutes until class is over. Potter Weasley you have detention tonight with filch.

a/n I am really sorry about the delay. School got to me exam stress and last minute assignments.

I wont be able to begin regular updates until the beginning of December though after my exams are finished but I will try and update if I have time to.

Thanks for reading.

Sorry again