[ENG] Dare the tide to turn - Next-Gen [PG-13]

Samuel is a seventh year Slytherin who up to this year been a loner with a different sight on what he is. With a former deatheater father who serves his time in Azkaban, Sam wants to prove that Slytherin students doesn’t have to be ‘’evil’’. But there is this Gryffindor girl who always seems to wink at Sam when they meet in the courtyard and in the corridor.


One

My four poster bed is kind of comfy sometimes. I mean, I can really sit here and think over all kinds of stuff. This diary, or journal, is maybe one of the best things I got this summer before school start. Not to mention the raise I got the last week of summer internship at the Leaky Cauldron as a scallion. The landlady Mrs Longbottom and her husband were so nice to me, even though I was prohibited to use magic to do the dishes. Can’t imagine why they won’t get a dishwasher, I mean, muggles have some bloody brilliant inventions. But somehow the past generations feel fine with doing everything with magic. Well, I’m off to potions class with the Hufflepuffs.
P.S. I have no idea to write as an ‘’last word’’, like ‘Peace out’ or ‘Sam over and out’. One day perhaps.

The stone wall slid open as Sam approached it, a cold breeze from the dungeons whipped Sam over the neck as he shuddered. He had left his robes in the dormitory since the late summer sun shone through the water in the black lake the enhanced the rays that reflected on the windows in the Slytherin common room made it warmer than usual. Sam used to be curious about how the common room managed to keep warm during winter and cloudy days since the sun never shone through as much during those kinds of days. Apparently there has been an enchantment laid upon the common room for as long as it has existed, so the common room never gets to cold or to warm during summer and winter. He walked past the smaller rooms and took a left turn before the stair to the entrance hall. He stepped in line with some Hufflepuff students and said politely ‘hello’ and nodded. Professor Slughorn was one of the most brilliant teachers on Hogwarts since he had the kind of humor that Sam really loved. He usually talked about his former students Harry and how good he was in potions, and he partially takes credit for Harrys’ better grades after taking over the job as potions teacher after Snape. Personally Sam was more interested of how far he could stretch the law before it became lethal for him and those among him. He loved to make concoctions based on hypothetical recipe, so far he manage to make a brew that makes your body gain some sort of thin coat that keeps you dry during the rainiest of days. Since it never coated the clothes, it was unpractical and no one was interested in buying in from him.

But this day something rather odd was coming around for the morning class. Professor Slughorn didn’t show up, so Sam went to the ground floor to check up on him, if he was in the staff room. As Sam stood outside the door he heard the conversation that took place on the other side.
‘He’s an outstanding student, but he is reckless and dangerous. I mean well, but the risk of him killing someone in my class is something I won’t back up for’ a male voice said in a hiss. ‘Don’t worry Horace, we can come up with something for him, I suggest you should teach him how to brew Felix-Felicis. I reckon you have to supervise it during the six months of brewing, am I right professor?’ a woman responded with a calm tone in her voice. ‘I hope you’re right headmistress, I have a reputation to stick to’ professor Slughorn said calmly. Sam could hear the steps of the people inside getting closer to the door, but he couldn’t move. Just as the handle on the door was pushed down someone grabbed Sam in by the neck of his shirt and dragged him behind the corner by the grand staircase. He turned around and met a pair of blue green eyes and a smirk. ‘Shush, you’ said the girl and stroke some of her blond straight hair behind her right ear and acted as if she listened for something, or someone. ‘The coast is clear, you’re lucky I was skipping class’ she said and punched him lightly on his left arm. ‘I’m Molly, put that name on your mind’ she hissed as she started walking away. Sam just stood there with his jaw dropped to the floor.