Rose didn't like admitting she needed help, so when she found out Fred was the one to help her calm down, she felt weird. Either way she pushed that to the side of her brain as she was told to go to Proffesor Snape for a potion for a certain student who was in the medical wing.

She headed down to Severus's classroom in a simple dress.

Her hair was simply down and straight. Although she did usually curl it so it looked weird for her.

Due to her slight overtake of calming draughts, she wasn't aloud in classes. Being too calm usually caused issues. She knocked on Severus's classroom door before walking inside.

"Ro- Miss Potter, how can I help you?" Severus asked.

"Poppy needs a potion for one of the students in the medical wing.. it's the Pepper up potion. She's all out upstairs." She told him.

"I'll be back in a moment. Please make sure my students do their potions." He spoke, leaving the room. She went to Harry, giving him a quick hug before sitting down on a chair Severus always had in the office.

"Who's she?" Hermione asked.

"My older sister. Rosealine Lily Potter." Harry told her.

"Harry, don't me take points away from my own house." She told him.

"Sorry Rose." Harry sighed.

"How come you aren't in your school robes?" Draco asked.

"Miss Potter is not aloud due to a slight overdose In a calming draught. She has a small habit of worrying herself a bit too much." Severus said, walking back in, without a potion.

"Proffesor. The Potion?" She asked.

"I sent it straight up. I'd like you to watch the class with me and help them." He told her.

"Alright." She nodded.

"No Neville, cut each of those again.'

"Harry dont you dare mix it In that direction."

"Malfoy, throw that potion out. If not, it will blow up."

"Goyle. You added too much. To save that add a bit of a spiders leg. Only half of one. Make sure it's asact." She told him.

"Hermione, well done but next time don't chop the beetle, it's safer to squash it and then chop it." She told her.

"Proffesor Snape said to just chop it." Hermione said.

"10 points from Gryffindor. She is helping you. Listen to her." Snape spat at Hermione.

"WOAH! Neville! Turn down the heat!" She shouted.

"Guys stop trying to go over the mixing limit! Your going to blow yourselves up!"

"DICE NOT CHOP!" She yelled at the class. Meanwhile of all of this, Snape was watching the class in amusement. Rose didn't care who's house she was in. Everyone was yelled at.

"Drink it." She told someone who had messed up their potion for the 9th time.

"I..." He mumbled.

"Throw it away and TRY and help someone." She told him.

"OI MALFOY! HARRY! STOP TRYING TO THROW IDIOTIC THINGS IN EACH OTHERS POTIONS! 10 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND SLTTHERIN!" She yelled.

At this point Dumbledore and Minerva were peeping in through the door from what the yelling was for. They weren't even bothered she was taking the points, they were impressed she could take a class already. Minerva even agreed she would let Rose teach one of her own lessons.

"No no no! If you add that it will kill everyone!" She yelled.

Someone turned their potion rock hard like Iron. "I...am...Iron-man." She joked, making fun of the idiot.

"Hermione, that's the wrong colour. Yellow is the colour it needs to be. It's black. That's deadly." She told her.

By the end of the lesson everyone had a perfect potion, minus around 4 people who lost points. They all walked out, complaining of how such a pretty and nice girl could be so cruel in a classroom. Snape just sent her to bed since she had a migrane from all of the yelling. He was however amazed that a girl on a calming draught was able to go crazy about the wrong potion making. However, he wondered why he was surprised. He knew the girl loved making potions and would not let first years mistake It because she loved making things that helped people.