Renowned

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"Quiet down quiet down." Slughorn announced trying to quiet the gossiping class.

Emerald sat, fully embarrassed, next to Harry and tried to hide her gaze. She stared intently at her lap and watched her fingers nervously play with each other.

"I'm sure miss Thropp can answer your question about her unique heritage after class." He said. "For now, we must begin our lesson." There were sighs and groans from around the class.

"Take out your copies of Advanced Potion Making and turn to page 36." As if the embarrassment from the beginning of the class wasn't enough, Emerald felt a sense of panic set in as she realized she did not have a textbook. How was she supposed to follow along, let alone pass, this potions class without one.

"Here,"

She was pulled from her thoughts as Harry pushed his worn out copy between them. A polite smile on his face. "We can share mine." He added. Emerald pressed her lips into a brief polite smile before leaning over to look at the requirements for the potion.

"Read these instructions very carefully and follow them exactly." Slughorn instructed. "When you are in dire need of an antidote it is imperative that you get it exactly right."

"I'll make the potion for both of us," Harry offered. "You can help, if you don't mind." "Yeah of course." Emerald said. "Great." Harry pulled the book back to him so he could read the instructions carefully. "I'll go grab what we need and you can help me put it together."

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"Well done well done."

Professor slughorn said as he inspected Harry and Emerald's potion. "You two make quite the team, just as I had hoped." He grinned. "My two star prodigies." gloated the professor.

"As for the rest of you," He turned his attention to the rest of the class. "Some of you exceeded my expectations for today, to those of you I would like to extend a complement of a job well done." He announced. "Others of you may want to practice this potion a little more. It is quite essential for passing my class."

He added as he eyed Ron Weasley who sat behind Harry and Emerald. Ron's face went a little pink as he looked down at his book.

"Now, class is dismissed. See you all on wednesday!" Harry snapped the potions book closed and placed it in his bag.

"Have any questions yet?" He asked Emerald. She merely shook her head as she followed him and the others out of the class room.

"Well actually, I do have one." She said. "Is that teacher always so-" "Eccentric?" Hermione offered. "Uh... well that's a nicer way to put it, but yeah. Is he always so eccentric?" Harry laughed at her question. "Yes." He said simply. "Slughorn is... well... he likes to collect gifted or special students like a spider with it's web." "ew." Emerald scrunched her nose up in disgust.

"But is it true?" Hermione asked, suddenly changing the tone of the conversation. "Is what true?" Ron asked. Hermione looked to Emerald. "Are you really the heir of Oz?"

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"The what?" Emerald asked.

"I supposed I should have worded it better." Hermione shrugged.

"You are the daughter of Dorothy Gale, correct?" Emerald nodded. "Who is Dorothy Gale?" Ron asked. "A character from what I always assumed to be, fictional story about a muggle born girl who travels to a land of witches and wizards. She kills two of the witches who were evil and frees people from their tyranny and receives blessings from good witches and wizards alike. I never thought she was real... until now."

Hermione looked at Emerald, who felt the tips of her ears turn green again.

"That would make you the heir of Oz, the child of it's hero." Hermione noticed the green on her ears. "And descendent of the Wicked Witch of the West... If I'm honest it doesn't seem possible. You don't seem possible."

"Hermione you can't just tell people they don't seem possible." Harry teased and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"My father was Liir Thropp. The son of the Wicked Witch of the West." Emerald explained, but really she had no right to be explaining it. The information was new to her as well. Hermione knew just as much about her enchanted genealogy as she did.

"Incredible." Hermione noted. "The magic of Oz would run through your veins then making you a very powerful witch." "look, I'll tell you like I told discount Santa Claus-" "Who?" Ron asked and Harry snickered, trying his absolute best not to laugh. "I think she means Dumbledore." "I am not a powerful witch. I couldn't even pass potions at my old school." "You did pretty alright with me." Harry said. "Because you were telling me what to do." Emerald replied. "If I really do have all of this magical family history then it's all really utter bullshit. Im the same as everyone else. I am not special. Just a regular witch."

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"Well.... I have to ask..."

Hermione continued, still obviously fascinated by Emerald. The four were now walking to lunch at the Great Hall. After which they would have Charms, Emerald looked forward to that. She had always been good at charms.

"Yes?" Emerald replied.

"Do you have them?" "Have what?" "the shoes." "Shoes?" Ron raised a brow. "You're joking. Hermione you just met her are you already asking to borrow shoes from her." "Ron of course not." Hermione said with a frustrated sigh.

"In the original story, Dorothy Gale was gifted a pair of enchanted silver shoes by a good witch. It's how she returned home from Oz." "A portkey?" Ron asked and hermione shook her head. "No, this is Oz magic. It's beyond portkeys and apparition."

She explained before turning her attention back to Emerald.

"Do you have them? I mean it would explain how you got here so fast after... after the death eaters attacked." "I thought you couldn't apparate within Hogwarts." Ron said. "This is different, Ron. Rules like that don't apply to enchanted shoes from another world." She looked back to Emerald, waiting for a response to her question.

"Yes." Emerald finally replied.

"I have them."