Harry potters sister - Nova Potter

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Draco didn't go back to class till the next day when he walked part way through double potions he sat by Nova who was on a table with Ron, Hermione and harry. Nova was annoyed at Draco and didn't want to talk to him.

"settle down settle down." fessor snape told the class they were making shrinking solution when malfoy put his uninjured hand up, "sir, sir i will need help cutting up the daisy roots because of my arm." draco grinned knowing who would suffer from this.

"Weasley cut up malfoys roots." the potions professor ordered. "there's nothing wrong with your arm nova suffered not you." he hissed at malfoy ron started chopping them up messily the nova comment had brought him feelings of guilt but still tortured ron. Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots towards him and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.  "sir weasleys mutilating my roots."

Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair. "Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley." "But sir –!" Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces. "Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice. Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up the knife again. 

"And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter. "Potter, you can skin Malfoy's Shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Harry the look of loathing he always reserved just for him. Harry took Malfoy's Shrivelfig as Ron set about trying to repair the damage to the roots he now had to use. Harry skinned the Shrivelfig as fast as he could and flung it back across the table at Malfoy without speaking. Malfoy was smirking more broadly than ever. 

"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?" he asked them quietly. "None of your business," said Ron jerkily, without looking up. "I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," said Malfoy, in a tone of mock sorrow. "Father's not very happy about my injury –" "Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron. "– he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this –" he gave a huge, fake sigh, "who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?" "So that's why you're putting it on," said Harry, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger. "To try and get Hagrid sacked." "Well," said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, "partly, Potter. But there are other benefits, too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me."

 A few cauldrons away, Neville was in trouble. Neville regularly went to pieces in Potions lessons; it was his worst subject, and his great fear of Professor Snape made things ten times worse. His potion, which was supposed to be a bright, acid green, had turned – "Orange, Longbottom," said Snape, ladling some up and allowing it to splash back into the cauldron, so that everyone could see. "Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn"t you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn"t I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?" Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears. 

"Please, sir," said Hermione, "please, I could help Neville put it right –" "I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," said Snape coldly, and Hermione went as pink as Neville. "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly." Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear. "Help me!" he moaned to Hermione. "Hey, Harry," said Seamus Finnigan, leaning over to borrow Harry's brass scales, "have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning – they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted." "Where?" said Harry and Ron quickly. On the other side of the table, Malfoy looked up, listening closely. "Not too far from here," said Seamus, who looked excited. "It was a Muggle who saw him.