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Harry Potter & the Amorae Potion
By, Daydreamer
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling,
various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast
Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement
is intended.
Also: Before you read, understand that I, the author, will not be held accountable for any
disturbing mental images you may get upon reading this fanfic. Readers are warned to proceed
at their own discretion and to not read if they have a weak stomach. This is not a sick story. The rating
is mainly due to language and the fact that little kids may not be able to handle McGonagall/Harry or
Ms. Norris/Harry pairings and such. Don't worry. There's no Harry molestation. Just pure, clean,
slash-free fun (Though questions about Malfoy will arise later...). Pairings include: Ron/Hermione,
Harry/Ginny, & Fred/Angelina; but will not be the focal points to the story. I hope you'll enjoy reading
this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Please review after you're done or else Hermione will be forced
to 'tut' at you and give you a lecture on "readers' responsibility" and you wouldn't want that now do
you!
And now, on to the story! ^_^
Chapter 1- A Very unHermione Hermione
It was looking to be a peaceful day. A day like any other... Or so Harry had thought. Actually, if he had
known what was going to happen to him that day, he probably would have jumped on his Firebolt
and flew off into Hogsmeade and never returned to Hogwarts ever again. Screw graduating. After what
he was going to be put through, he'd be lucky if he would be able to look at himself straight in the
mirror again. But to continue on....
Harry Potter unfortunately didn't know what was going to happen to him today and he wasn't very
worried about it, truth be told. To him, it was just another day of boring Divination with Professor
Trivelawny who would be just as persistent as ever to predict his "impending" death, and boring
whatever else he had that day.
Yawning to himself slightly, Harry twirled his bag of books casually in his hand with the other in his
pocket and a smile on his face. He was standing outside of the Great Hall alone not helping but
noticing just how parched his throat was. He impatiently wondered when Colin was ever going to
arrive with his drink he promised to get him.
Now, dear readers, don't think that Harry is getting overly conceited and ordering his faithful
followers around. Oh no! Of course he's not! The main characters in the story are never conceited.
No, rather, Colin forced Harry to allow him to go get him a drink in the Great Hall. Harry had very little
to say about it. But now that he was waiting, Harry really did wish he'd hurry up. He hadn't had
anything to drink all morning.
As if realizing his distress, it was then that Ginny entered the hallway he was in, coming from the Great
Hall, with a large glass of, what looked like to be to Harry, Pink Limonade in her hand. When she saw
Harry, who was eyeing her drink greedily, she flustered and skipped over to him quickly. "Oh hi, Harry!"
she chirped, holding her glass of cool refreshing Pink Limonaid out towards Harry. "Colin said--"
"He couldn't make it, huh? Well, no matter" Harry interrupted suddenly. "Well thanks for the drink,
Ginny!" And with that, he snatched the beverage from Ginny's hand, not noticing the look of utter shock
written clearly on the poor red head's face.
"But--"
He gulped down the supposed "limonade" quickly until it was completely gone and gave a sigh of
contentment.
It was only until after all the substance was gone did Harry just realize how weird and bizarre this
limonade tasted. Actually, if he didn't know any better, he'd swear it wasn't limonade at all!
Feeling suddenly sick, Harry dropped the glass in surprise and began to cough loudly. Clinching his
throat he began to wheeze as the odd liquid (whichtasted very similar to ketchup, horseradish, and
gravy all mixed together) began to burn at his throat.
Ginny ran over to him alarmed, grabbing his arm to support him as he had become quite unstable.
"Oh Harry I'm sorry!" she stammered apologetically as Harry swooned. "I tried to tell you! That wasn't
meant for you to drink! I was bringing it to Professor Dumbledore for him to show some of his 7th
years. It's an Amorae potion Snape made."
Ginny's attempts to help Harry only proved to worsen the situation as she kept on accidentally
stepping on his toes causing him to jump up and down in pain. "W-What...the h-hell is an A-Amorae
potion?" he gasped, trying to dodge her feet.
Tears spring into Ginny's eyes. "Oh, Harry! It's a love potion!"
"A WHAT?!"
"Harry, I'm sorry. I tried to tell you!"
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Harry swallowed a few times as he vision started to blur. He cursed himself silently for his
stupidity. Hadn't he learned already from being in Hogwarts NOT to drink things before investigating?
"It's ok, Ginny," he said quietly, feeling steam began to flood out of his ears. "It was my fault, but do
me a favor though and go get Professor Dumbledore for me, ok? I think I'm going to be sick."
"Sure! Of course!" Ginny said at once. She hesitated. "J-Just don't go anywhere until I return for you,
Harry, ok?"
Harry shot her a suspicious glance. "Why?" he asked.
A red streak spread across Ginny's face. "Uh, well, um, the effects of the potion could get you into
trouble some, that's all."
This worried Harry. "What do you mean? What kind of love potion is this anyway?"
"A-A bad one," Ginny stated mysteriously.
"How bad?"
"Oh... oh it's pretty bad. As bad as they can get really."
"And it--"
"Oops will you look at the time! Gotta run and get Dumbledore, Harry! Bye!"
"But--"
"See ya!"
Before he could question her further, Ginny turned and raced off down the hallway at top speed nearly
running into a suit of armor that was taking a stroll down the hall. It flipped around as she flew past it
and toppled over with a deafening crash, leaving bits and pieces of itself all over the floor. It shouted
loud curses at her as she scrambled up the stairs towards Dumbledore's office, out of sight.
As the armor started getting up and began to try and piece itself together, still shouting unpleasant
obscenities while flashing inappropriate jesters where Ginny had disappeared, Harry turned back
towards the Great Hall entrance and frowned in displeasure. He leaned back against the wall and
stuffed his hands back in his pockets.
The affects of the Potion were beginning to finally end. His stomach was slowly starting to become less
painful, and the awful after taste he had was beginning to die down. He sighed and tried to collect his
thoughts, wondering what kind of potion he had drank anyway. He hoped it hadn't changed any of
his features at all.
Worried, he felt around his face, making sure everything was normal. His fingers traced around the
small lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It surprisingly caused him some comfort.
"Hey Harry, I brought you your drink. Colin said for me to give it to you. It seems he got distracted by
Professor MacGonagall and couldn't bring it. What are you doing out here anyway?"
Harry looked up at Hermione, who came strolling towards him from the large double doors of the Great
Hall. His eyes lit up hopefully. Perhaps she could fix this! Harry thought. Hermione was, after all, the
brainiest student in Hogwarts and she was bound to have some sort of knowledge of how to reverse
the affects of the Amorae Potion.... Whatever they might be....
Hermione went up to him with a mug of Pumpkin juice in her hands. As soon as Harry caught sight of it,
a slight queasiness in his stomach over took him, and his face turned a nasty shade of green.
The greeting smile on Hermione's face dropped as she noticed the sudden change in his face.
"Are you ok, Harry?" she asked sharply. "You look sick."
"Uurrggh," was the only noise Harry could make. He clinched his stomach as his sickness once again
returned to him. His head began to swim. Curse this stupid potion! he thought dizzily
Hermione swiftly caught Harry's arm to steady him as he toppled forwarded in almost a drunken state.
"What's wrong with you, Harry?" she demanded
shrilly. "Why are you--"
She suddenly stopped.
A strange look swept came over her face. Hermione's mouth snapped shut, and she withdrew her hand
swiftly from his arm. Her brown eyes widened then turned oddly dull and vacant. Slowly, her eyelashes
sunk down and her lips curved in a strange smile. Harry peered at her worried as the funny feeling in
his stomach died down. "You know Harry," she said softly. "I've never noticed before, but you really
are quite handsome." Her voice was a purr and so unlike Heromione that Harry was taken completely
by shock.
"Er, what did you just say?" he asked awkwardly, taking a step back.
O my goodiness! O my goodiness! That is quite an interesting potion!
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Hermione advanced on him, dropping the mug she was holding onto the floor, not even noticing the loud noise it made as it shattered, spraying the ends of Harry's robes with orange pumpkin juice. She reached over for Harry's shoulder as he tried to back away from her, her lips now formed in a sweet, seductive smile.
"H-Hermione? Hermione! Are you mad? Stop... I ... now... Hermione, what about Ron? What are... Hey get off me!" Harry struggled wildly from Hermione as she suddenly latched her arms on his neck. He grabbed them and tried to pull her off, but she pounced on top of him causing him to teeter back and stumble. He franticly tried to balance himself out, but the weight of Hermione was too much for him. They both fell onto the floor with Harry landing flat on his back and Hermione on top of him. "Ouff!"
Harry winced as his elbow smacked hard against the stone floor. He didn't have much time to concentrate on the pain much though for Hermione suddenly made a move toward his face. Her lips missed his by inches as he rolled away just in time. She giggled and tried again with her legs intertwined in his in a very inappropriate way. She tried again to kiss him, but Harry barely managed to evade her. With each miss she was becoming much more persistent, almost violent.
Oh God! I can just see the headlines now! 'Famous Harry Potter forcefully seduced by fellow classmate'! Harry thought just imagining how quickly Rita Skeeter's quick-quote-quill would be writing if she were there. Quickly he tried to pull his robes Hermione was ripping at from her grasp and to push her away, but she made a very cat like hiss and clung even more stubbornly onto him.
Harry was getting desperate now, wondering if it would be counted against him if he got out his wand and put the Leg-locker curse on her. What was wrong with her anyway? Harry had never seen Hermione look so scary before. Then it hit him. It has to be the effects of the Potion! he realized. It must be! Ginny did say it was a love potion and the worst of it's kind. Man, was that right.
"Alright, Hermione," Harry said. "You've had your fun, now let's just get off me now before some one sees us.... No Hermione! Don't! Will you leave that alone!" He yanked his collar out of her grasp violently as she tried to pull his robes away from him.
It was then a voice suddenly screeched out from in front of them. "Harry! Hermione! What do you think you are doing?!"
Harry turned ghostly white. He knew that voice. He wished with all his being he didn't but he did.... Oh God, just kill me now!
Mustering up his courage, he raised his head and looked up.
It was Ron.
Harry cringed at the look of absolute horror and fury writen on Ron's face. He was positively turning purple with rage.
"N-n-now Ron!" Harry protested scared, he held his only free hand up towards Ron warningly. "I-It's n-not what it looks like!"
Taking advantage of Harry being distracted, Hermione rapidly attacked Harry's neck passionately kissing it up and down.
Ron's eyes buldged. "Like hell it isn't!" he shouted furiously. "Get your disgusting self off my girlfriend, Potter!"
"Gladly if she'd get off me!" Harry tired once more to force Hermione back but it was no use
Hermione giggled again. It was a very unHermione-like giggle.
Ron's face went redder then his hair. "That's it, you sick....! You're going down!"
"But..but..."
Before Harry could stammer an explanation, Ron suddenly lunged at the two, pulling Hermione off Harry by the waist, her hissing and scratching the whole way.
"N-N-Now, R-Ron, j-just let me explain this! It's the limonade... I mean that Ginny... a love potion that is, I--"
Ron landed a hard punch right in Harry's stomach, knocking the wind out of him before he could finish.
Hermione gave a yowl of anger and jumped at Ron, knocking him on top of Harry, who was trying to get his breath back by leaning over with his hand on his chest. Ron fell back against him, making him once more fly back into the floor, hitting his head on the hard surface.
Before could quite clear from Harry's head and his eyes could focus again, Ron, Hermione, and he were all three engaged in a great fight. Fists, feet, and sometimes teeth flying. More cat like yawls could be heard from the fight cloud they had created that seemed to be coming from Hermione who was trying to scratch Ron's eyes out while he was attempting to kill Harry, who was mainly doing everything in his power to keep Ron off him as well as Hermione.
It lasted for a while until....
"Well, well, well, what have we here?"
All three once friends momentarily stopped their fight, each one engaged in very awkward positions, and looked up at the producer of the voice.
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Chapter 2- Harry Potter Action Figures?
"Well, well, well, what have we here?"
All three once friends momentarily stopped their fight, each one engaged in very awkward positions, and looked up at the producer of the voice.
It was Malfoy being shadowed closely by his two ever-present sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle. His face was set in clear scorn as he surveyed them coldly, his mouth a taunting smirk. "My, my such vulgar behavior! What you Gryffindors do in public!" He shook his head in pretend disgust.
Ron loosened his grip on Harry's neck slightly. "Shove off, Malfoy!" he snarled while Harry gasped in relief.
"Oh dear me, violent too. What will Dumbledore think of all this?" Malfoy's eyes met Harry's, and his smirk widened.
"You probably should pull your robe back on, Potter. Just imagine what people would think if they saw you guys this instant. Why you could be expelled."
Reddening, Harry quickly jerked his arm through his robe's sleeve again. He straightened his glasses that had fallen askew from their fight and tried to pull himself out from under Ron and Hermione. Unfortunately, a threatening growl from Hermione made him reconsider. It was very apparently the potion was still effecting her.
"The only thing I'd get expelled for is beating the tar out of you, Malfoy," Ron growled threatening. He let go of Harry entirely and got to his feet from the ground. He approached Malfoy meaningfully, but Malfoy help his hand up warningly, beckoning him to stop.
"Beating the tar out of me won't make me forget what I've seen, Weasley," he stated coolly, smiling at the freckled boy in front of him. Ron's fists tightened, but he made no move closer to Malfoy. Malfoy immensely enjoying the anger he was surfacing from Ron and smiled wider. "So tell me, what do you find so attractive about Potter, huh?"
Ron's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about, Malfoy?"
"You, Potter, and Granger sprawled out on the floor, Potter's clothes half off, Granger making weird cat noises... Please, Weasley, I wasn't born yesterday."
Crabbe and Goyle chuckled contemptuously.
"To tell you the truth, I'm rather surprised," Malfoy said in a lazy drawl, backed by his friends' appreciative laughs. "Here I thought you couldn't sink any lower by going out with the Mudblood Granger, but now you prove me wrong by going after Potty here too."
"Hey, my name's not Potty!" Harry yelled indignantly. He raised halfway from the ground, but was once again stopped by Hermione who dug her claw-... er... nails into his arm.
Ron glared at Malfoy in disgust. "You have a sick mind, Malfoy," he stated angrily. "Harry and I are just friends. Besides, I'm not the one who has over fifty gallons worth of Harry Potter action figures and toys hidden behind the Sitting Monk picture in the third floor corridor unlike some people I know!" He stared pointedly at Malfoy.
Crabbe's and Goyle's taunting laughter stopped quite abruptly and Malfoy's scornful smirk dropped. His face turned vividly white. He stared aghast at Ron. "H-How did you..."
Ron smirked mysteriously while Harry's eyes widened in alarm. He cast a startled glance at Malfoy, his face holding a very disturbed look. But it wasn't about what Malfoy would be doing with such items. No, what was surprising to him most was the fact that he...
"What do you mean I have action figures?" he blurted out, with his eyebrows raised. "Since when do I have action figures, Ron?"
"Since you were five I think."
"You mean, you knew about this since I was five?"
Ron shrugged. "I thought everyone knew," he stated.
"Everyone? Well, if everyone supposedly knew, then why was I never told about these things, huh? I mean, don't I get some royalties or something out of all this?"
"Do you need the money perhaps, Potter?" Malfoy injected wickedly. "Let me guess, dead parents didn't leave you enough?"
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry snapped, clearly annoyed. "Don't say another word to me again unless you want to explain why you have all those toys of me hidden upstairs."
"He has posters of you too," added Ron. "And pictures of you in the shower he bribed Colin to take."
"Huh?" Crabbe and Goyle, though very dense, both exchanged puzzled looks. Clearly they couldn't understand what their leader would be doing with such items of the supposedly "enemy". They eyed Malfoy inquisitively, each one wondering if there was something he hadn't told them yet.
Malfoy was sputtering with rage. "I-I-I have no such things! It's all lies!" he growled (Though the color of his face could say other wise). "And I swear that if you breathe so much as a word out about this to anyone, Weasley, I'll...."
"Is anything wrong over here?" Professor McGonagall asked coolly.
The whole group whirled around in surprise and stared at the gray-haired witch standing there as she approached the group purposefully, coming from the Great Hall entrance. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle quickly moved out of her way in fear. Though Malfoy never wanted to admit it, but Professor McGonagall always managed to scare him somehow. He trembled slightly as she approached.
McGonagall stopped right above Harry and Hermione, her lips puckered in a frown.
Harry looked above Hermione's shoulder since his head was caught under her arm, at the tall, stern looking witch towering over him and Hermione. Her eyes were glued straight on them in clear suspicion. This just keeps getting better and better! he thought bitterly, trying to loosen Hermione's hold on his neck. "Um, good morning, Professor," he said in false cheeriness. "Don't worry about us. Everything's fine...really. Nothing wrong at all!" He said all this entirely too quickly, praying she wouldn't ask about why Hermione had her arms slung around him.
His prayers were in vain.
"What are you and Ms. Granger doing, Potter?" McGonagall asked severely.
"Er...." Harry reddened as Hermione snuggled closer to him. She gave a very content sigh.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows at Harry expectantly.
"I er, I mean, we are... um... you see, rehearsing for a, umm... a play that we are doing for... er... some of the Gryffindors," Harry lied.
Ron looked at Harry oddly, and he inwardly kicked himself. Honestly, is that the best I could come up with?
McGonagall eyed them suspiciously. Her eyes drifted to Malfoy, Ron, Goyle, and Crabbe. She noticed that both Crabbe and Goyle were looking at Malfoy in extreme apprehension, Malfoy was looking paler then usual, and that Ron was glaring daggers at Hermione and Harry with his fists clinched tightly to his sides. It was then she sighed. I don't get paid enough for all this, she thought glumly.
"A play, huh?" she asked Harry, clearly not buying it. "And what, pray tell, is in this play that requires you and Ms. Granger to be laying on the floor with her arms around you?"
"Erm, Romeo and Juliet?" Harry tried.
"I don't think so, Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall stated sarcastically, secretly wondering what Romeo and Juliet was (For she never did have a very good knowledge on Muggle plays). "Now get up from that ground immediately and return to the Great Hall before I take points away from Gryffindor."
Some of Malfoy's old smirk returned and Harry nodded his head quickly. "Yes, Professor," he said.
He attempted to get up, but Hermione wasn't about to let him leave her. She threw her whole weight into him, keeping him down on the ground with her forcefully. An angry growl escaped from the back of her throat as she narrowed her eyes at Harry while he struggled in her grip helplessly. "Erm..." Harry looked sheepishly up at McGonagall with his neck practically in a headlock under Hermione's arms, "Can I go a bit later?"
McGonagall stared at Hermione in utter confusion and alarm. "Ms. Granger, what are you doing to him?" she asked with great disapproval in her voice. "You heard what I said. Let go of Mr. Potter immediately."
Hermione shook her head in clear refusal at McGonagall, her bushy hair flapping around her face as she squeezed Harry's arm tighter. Harry winced as his hand started to go numb.
McGonagall looked dumbfounded. She had never known Hermione to disobey her. "Ms. Granger, take your hands off Potter this instant before I deduct five points from Gryffindor," she warned.
Hermione snuggled closer to Harry. There was a distinct choking sound of fury coming from where Ron was standing. She smiled and rubbed her cheek against Harry's, eyeing Ron with amusement.
McGonagall took an involuntary step back in shock at her behavior. She screwed up her face and put on her best you're-in-big-trouble-now look. "Five points from Gryffindor!" she shouted loudly, waiting for the effect of her words to sink it.
Hermione shrugged nonchalantly while Harry paled. Malfoy smiled in delight and Ron's eyes widened with his mouth falling some. He looked at Hermione in disbelief. Clearly, he wasn't used to her lack of care over losing Gryffindor points.
And neither was McGonagall. "Very well then... ten points then from Gryffindor!" she shouted, but the only thing she got out of Hermione was a yawned. It was a very uncaring yawn at that. Her eyes widened.
What dark magic could be responsible for this? Hermione had never behaved this way before... She looked suspiciously around the room at Ron, Goyle, Malfoy, and Crabbe. Suddenly it hit her. Yes, it was the only explanation.
Malfoy snickered behind his hand and Professor McGonagall turned on him. "And twenty points from Slytherin!" she said forcefully, causing Malfoy to stumble back.
Malfoy's face and hand fell. He looked at McGonagall in astonishment. "What! B-But what did we do, Professor?"
McGonagall breathed loudly. "I'll tell you what you did," her voice was lit in triumph; "You put a Transitus Proparus charm on Ms. Granger, didn't you, Mr. Malfoy?" The accusation was out of her mouth before she could think anymore about it. She never had liked Malfoy, and it did seem like something he would do.
Malfoy gaped at her. "A transy-what?!"
"Don't play games with me, Malfoy!" she stated angrily. "I know that Ms. Granger doesn't behave this way to a teacher. I should say I'm impressed though. A character modifying spell is far more advanced magic then I'd expect for you to be able to do."
"B-B-But---" Malfoy was, for once, lost for words. His gray eyes were fixed in fear and fury on McGonagall.
Ron watched his struggled to say something with delight (though not as much as he would have under normal circumstances because Hermione was still holding Harry). "Come one, Malfoy, enough with the act. Professor McGonagall has obviously caught you," he stated, trying to sound like what McGonagall said was old news to him.
Malfoy switched his gaze to Ron, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Why you little--" He took a threatening step towards Ron, raising his hands as if to choke him.
But Ron quickly jumped back out of the way. "Professor, if you don't mind," he looked at the elder witch, while trying not to smirk, "I'd like to take Hermione down to see Madam Pomfrey. It pains me to see her like this. It was really a nasty trick for Malfoy to play."
"I quite agree, Weasley," McGonagall said with a nod. "Permission granted. And I will go and visit her as soon as I am done assigning these three boys detention." She glared at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle meaningfully.
"Come, Ms. Granger." She reached down and took Hermione's arm, careful of Harry, and tried to pull her off the ground. Hermione clung to Harry desperately while he coughed loudly as she squeezed his throat tightly with her arm. "Now, now, let Mr. Potter go," McGonagall insisted, beginning to feel quite alarmed once again. "I have never seen this kind of behavior. Who knew Mr. Malfoy was capable of it," she muttered to herself. It was then her hand brushed against the top of Harry's head.
Suddenly she froze.
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"Oh my...." she muttered, her eyes suddenly widening. Straightening up, she staggered back a step, looking stunned.
"Oh my! Oh my!" she exclaimed, her voice becoming strangely high. Her features softened as the grays of her eyes dulled and her lashes fell over them. Then, with one swift movement, she slid her glasses down her nose and fixed her gaze on Harry.
Harry's eyes widened in fear for the gaze she was giving him wasn't a very friendly gaze. No, it was worse then being merely 'friendly' it was the type gaze he had seen his Uncle Vernon give his Aunt Petunia when he'd had too much to drink. It was the gaze that said all too clearly... 'I want you now oh baby, baby, baby' except maybe with one less baby.... Harry wasn't sure, and really he didn't want to think about it too much. After all, the image of his Uncle and Aunt snogging was quite enough to get him sick, so he didn't very much want to think about it that way with Professor McGonagall. Especially when he was the person she was staring at.
Eeewww! The mental image hit Harry like a load of well-aimed bricks. It was enough to make him gag. There was no way he was going to be penned to the ground with McGonagall and Hermione trying to get at him. Hermione was bad enough but M-M-McGon... Harry turned green. His hand instantaneously sprang to his pocket where his faithful wand was. He didn't care if he was expelled, he was not going to have an only-God-knows-how-old lady on him and....and.... He shuttered again, unable to complete the thought without retching. I don't care if this is my fault. When this is all over, there's going to be a few dead people. Ginny being one of the firsts, he swore.
With strength he did not know he possessed (or he did, just never had as much of an excuse before), Harry tore himself away from Hermionem, who let out a protesting hiss and raised his wand.
Hesitation grabbed him for a moment as both McGonagall and Hermione went after himm both behaving very similar to that of Panthers that had had not a thing to eat for a week besides for some dung beetles and cabbages and who have just spotted a plate of prime rib. Him being the prime rib, of course. Panic flooded in him, and Harry started crawling backwards away from them, fighting the urge to scream.
"What the devil are they doing?" Harry heard Malfoy asked behind him. He had forgotten about him. 'Yep, I'm definitely going to be expelled,' he thought, He swollowed and his wand at the advancing cat-... er, women right as they were about to spring and shouted:"Expelleo!"
The banishing spell was a powerful one, and it sent Hermione and McGonagall flying straight back into the half-closed doors of the Great Hall, slaming them open. There was a distinct sound of plates and china breaking and shouts of alarm, but Harry didn't pay much attention to it. He only hoped he hadn't hurt anyone too badly. Wasting no time, he quickly, he whirled around and ran for his life down the hallway Ginny had disappeared in.
During the whole scene, Ron, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been watching in deep bewilderment, at lose as to what to do. They stared at the deminishing boy-who-lived's figure with great, opened mouths.
"You think there's something Potter isn't telling us?" Malfoy asked Ron curiously, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Ron's mouth shut and he nodded. "I think so, and I plan to find out what! You in?"
"For once I think I am, Weasley. This looks like an excellent opportunity for blackmail if I ever saw one."
Chapter 3- Ms. Norris' New Affection
Ginny raced along the Hogwarts corridors as fast as her feet could carry her. Her reddish curls beat wildly in her face but she didn't do anything about it; her mind was on more dire things. Inwardly she cursed Snape as she kept on running, only vaguely sure she knew where she was going. It was all his fault for handing her the potion to give to Dumbledore to begin with. If he had but taken it himself and not been such a dominating prick then poor Harry wouldn't even in be in this mess. She shuttered. I pray he doesn't meet anyone in the hallway! she thought, remembering the words Snape had told her about the potion.
'Now listen very carefully, Ms. Weasley, for I am only going to say this once. Under no circumstances are you or anyone else to drink, touch, or even smell this potion. As you are well aware the illegal use of this potion can result in spending time in Azkaban. You can only imagine how powerful that must make this. The ingredients alone are very hard to come by and I will not have you spilling any. It consists of Billywig stings, Erumpent horn, Myrtle sap, and shrivel fig, and the Billywig stings alone is worth more then your father will ever make for a year,' a smirk cracked on Snape's face. 'If you by any chance wanted to give this love potion to someone like Potter (Yes, I know about your feelings for him, Ms. Weasley. You aren't very secretive about them, you know) the consequences would be horrendous. As this potion makes anyone who drinks it totally and completely irresistible to the opposite sex, you can only imagine the kind of ruckus it would create in giving Potter some... Though I won't say that the idea of him being trampled by thousands of women isn't very amusing....'
Suddenly an object flashed before Ginny, hampering her thoughts. A thing too blurry to see whizzed by in front of her and all at once something big and green came flying straight towards her head. She tried to duck, but her reflexes were too slow.
SPLAT![/b]
An evil cackle met Ginny's ears as she began to whip large amounts of green goo off her face. She scrapped the gunk out of her eyes and threw the contents onto the floor, glaring up at Peeves, the Poltergeist hovering above her, angrily.
Peeves cackled again. "Weeeell if it isn't icky lil' fourthy Weasley! Where's your friendys, lil' fourthy? No Potty to play with today?"
Ginny threw some of the goo at Peezes who dodged out of the way easily. "Go away, Peeves! I'll tell the Bloody Baron on you!" she threatened.
Peeves' eyes narrowed evilly. "Oooh, so lil' Weasley-Feasley wanna be mean, does she? Weeeell, I should be mean right back then, I should!"
Ginny gasped as suddenly out of no where three more piles of goo flew at her, hitting her in the head, arm, and chest.
She shrieked, and Peeves cackled, doing a back flip through the ceiling and out of sight.
"I'm going to kill 'em," Ginny muttered, hanging her hands limply out in front of her in disgust as goo dribbled off her fingertips. She glared at the place Peeves had exited. "Never mind the fact he's already dead. I'll find a way to do it even if it takes me all year!"
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Meanwhile, while Ginny was encountering Peeves near Dumbledore's office, Harry was also frantically running towards the same place she was, though much farther behind her. Every now and then he looked nervously over his shoulder to see if he was being followed yet. 'Got...to...get...Dumbledore...' he thought. 'And most importantly... got to keep Professor McGonagall and Hermione away from me!'
He took a left down some stairs, which turned out to be a wrong turn, and he ended up in some rather dark looking passageways lined by a group of large dungeons.
Harry looked curiously over to his left at one of the solid oak doors along the narrow hall as he sprinted down it. He was just contemplating whether he should go lock himself in one of the rooms so nobody would find him when suddenly....
BAMM![/i] He ran into something quite solid if not smelly.
"Hey, watch where you're going, Potter!" Filtch yelled furiously as Harry plowed into him. The strong odor of fish hung around him thickly and would probably caused Harry to gag if he wasn't too busy trying not to fall backwards.
Harry waved his arms wildly behind him as he nearly lost his balance. He caught himself just barely in time. But, unfortunately for him, he almost went falling back again as a long, bony finger was thrust into his face.
Harry found himself staring slightly cross-eyed at a large wart on Filtch's left index finger.
"And just where do you think your going, eh?" Filtch asked, narrowing his eyes at Harry in suspicion. "This here passageway's restricted. I have a mind to give you detention for this, I do."
"S-Sorry, sir," Harry stammered. "I was, uh, just leaving right now."
"Ah, you were, were you?" Filtch said sarcastically. "So you're telling me, Potter, that you just came racing into here at top speed, bumping into me, just to be leaving all the sudden? I smell guilt here, don't you, Ms. Norris?" Filtch looking down fondly at the ginger cat at his feet, but her yellow eyes were glued straight on Harry.
Harry watched her fearfully as a purr began to erupt from her throat. She stalked over to him and started rubbing against his leg lovingly. He tried to shake her off, but she gave a piteous meow and started batting his leg playfully.
Filtch's eyes widened at this uncharacteristic display of behavior in his cat. "Ms. Norris?" he said in surprise.
"Er...." Harry shook his leg violently as the cat started to try and crawl up his jeans.
The veins in Filtch's temples began to bulge while his neck turned deep red. He fixed his eyes back on Harry, who was trying his hardest not to look guilty. "What have you done this time, Potter?" he demanded.
"Uhh..."
"You've stolen something, haven't you? Ms. Norris smells it on you."
Harry strongly doubted that because, even if he had stolen anything and Ms. Norris wasn't just being effected by the potion, there was no way something could smell anything over the horrible smell Filtch was giving off himself.
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"Fess up, Potter! I know you're hiding something. What is it? You always were a sneaky little snot."
"I don't have anything," Harry protested, taking a step back from Filtch. "Honest," he added upon seeing the accusatory expression on Filtch's face. He clearly wasn't buying a word.
"Empty your pockets," he commanded.
"What?"
"I order you to empty your pockets now, Potter. Or do you want me to get Professor Snape?"
Harry gulped. The idea of explaining all this this Snape was something he'd never want to do. No, he'd prefer facing Professor McGonagall and Hermione over that!
He quickly started emptying his pocket, dropping the contents on the floor.
Filtch surveyed the booty with his beady eyes narrowed. "Dungbombs.... Screaming Yo-yo.... And some Every-flavor Beans. Well, Potter, I think you've just won a few hours of detention." He bent over and picked up the yo-yo, examining it carefully in his dirty hands. "Screaming Yo-yos is forbidden in these hallways, they is. Number twenty-eight on my list if'n I'm not mistake, and since this hallway's forbidden itself...." An evil smile spread on Filtch's face. "This could be quite a few detentions. Actually, I think I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about this."
This had quite the opposite effect on Harry. Even though the idea of cleaning bedpans in the school infirmary for a week wasn't the most pleasant one to him, at least he would be safe in Filtch's office for the next few hours, and hopefully the potion would wear off before then. Also, if he went to go get Dumbledore, he could cure him! Harry's heart skipped a beat with joy, but he quickly subdued it and screwed up his face in a dismal look. He didn't want Filtch to catch on, and he was sure the more depressing he looked, the longer Filtch would keep him in his office.... To relish in his torture.
"Upset are you, Potter?' Flitch asked, his crooked, yellow teeth bared in a grin as he watched Harry force a sad frown. "Weeell, now you'll know better next time, won't you? Come on then."
He grabbed the back of Harry's robes roughly and jerked him forward.
Harry stumbled for a moment some since Ms. Norris was rubbing against his legs and tripped him up. He resisted the urge to kick her, feeling it was too mean at the moment as she was actually being nice, and he really did like cats, though Ms. Norris had been an exception to that for a while now.
He walked with Filtch back upstairs towards his office. Worried a little, he looked around carefully, prepared to run if there was any girls down one of the hallways. Luckily they all seemed to still be in the Great Hall and passed through safely until he got to Filtch's office. The slimy, rotten door in front of him loomed impressively ahead. Harry found a knot start to come in the back of his throat. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. Already the fishy smell that Filtch was emitting was getting stronger, stinging Harry's nose. He was going to the source of Filtch's smell and how his office smelled like fish was beyond Harry. He didn't want to know, really.
"This way," Filtch ordered, kicking open the door, making sure he didn't loosen his hold on Harry's robes in case he tried to runaway.
Harry strongly considered that very idea for a moment, but didn't have any time to act for Filtch shut the door sharply behind them, locking the door and placing the key safely in his ragged coat pocket.
Harry gulped and looked inside the room he was in. He was surprised to see that Filtch and he were not alone.
"Well hello, Harry! What a pleasant surprise!" Fred greeted jubilantly. He quickly jabbed his twin who was dozing next to him in the ribs with his elbow. "Oy, George, look who's here."
George grunted and opened one of his eyes to see what Fred was talking about. His other one popped open immediately after. He sat up. "Why what do you know, the famous Harry Potter's come to visit us. Filtchy's got his talons on you too, has he?"
An angry growl echoed from Filtch's throat as he glared in complete hatred at the twins. Harry nervously scooted away from him, afraid of his temper. He smiled sheepishly back at the twins.
Filtch's hand gripped tighter on Harry's arm, pulling him back. "I don't want any of you three talking, you hear?" he growled at Fred and George as Harry tried to get his arm loosened from his iron hold. "I'll be right back with Dumbledore, so don't you go no where."
He let go of Harry's arm and pushed him forward towards where Fred and George was seated: a rather moldy looking couch with ends of feathers and springs sticking out of it at odd angles, and swung around back towards the door. "Watch over them for me, Ms. Norris," he ordered the ginger cat that was weaving between Harry's legs. Harry thought his order seemed somewhat ridiculous since he doubted Ms. Norris would have it any other way.... Unfortunately.
Filtch's eyes narrowed even more at this odd display and left the room with a huff, locking the door behind him.
Fred snorted. "Good riddance to that smelling slimeball," he stated indignantly.
Harry sighed. 'Well at least he's getting Dumbledore. Maybe then this nightmare will finally be over,' he thought hopefully.
But little did Harry know just how wrong he was....
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Chapter 4- Harry Learns a Lesson: Never EVER Piss off Angelina Johnson
"So what got you into trouble?" Fred asked Harry as he sat down next to him on Filtch's moldy couch. Ms. Norris followed Harry, purring and wrapping herself around his legs.
"Got caught with a screaming Yo-yo," Harry answered, ignoring the cat as best he could. "And I also was caught down the hallway Dumbledore forbid us to go down in at the beginning of the year."
Fred winced. "Ouch, tough one for you. Well, George and I got it from Filtch for testing one of our new experimental tricks on him. Don't quite know why he took it so bad, really... " A smirk crossed his face.
"Which one was it?" Harry asked curiously.
"It was item #117 the 'color cleaner'," George answered. "It was Fred's brilliant idea to replace Filtch's old floor clearer with our own, but for some reason the old sod didn't like it...." He shrugged clearly bewildered. "After all, I thought the Entrance Hall floors looked better in pink."
"Much more cheerful at least," Fred commented.
Harry struggled to hold back a laugh. After all, this wasn't the first time Fred and George had gotten in trouble with performing "experiments" on Flitch to help in perfecting their tricks to their future Joke shop "Weasley Wizard Wheezes". His mind went back to just last weekend when Filtch had come into the Gryffindor Tower completely bald and sprouting feathers. It seemed that Fred and George had slipped something into his Pumpkin juice without him looking during dinner.
'It didn't work right though," Fred had said later while he and George was scrubbing the floors in the Charms Hallway to Harry and Ron when they had came to see how they were doing. Both of the twins had been assigned two weeks of detention from Professor McGonagall. "The potion was really supposed to turn him into an Osterage, not just make him go bald and grow feathers.'
'Guess that makes it only 114 successful jokes then," George said in disappointment, dunking his sponge into the wooden cleaning bucket next to him. "But maybe it just doesn't work correctly on Squibs...."
"I have a question for you, Harry," George said, drawing Harry out of his thoughts.
"Yeah?"
George pointed down at his feet. "Why the devil is Ms. Norris hanging on your leg like that?"
Harry was slightly taken back and looked down at the dusty furred cat clinging lovingly to his right leg. "Umm, well, you see I ran into this little problem a little while ago and accidentally got infected by this potion that--."
"Makes cats love you?" Fred guessed before he could finish. "Oh mum made a potion like that once. It was for Socks, our old cat we used to own."
"Oh yes," George said in remembrance. "Good ol' Socks. Spiteful thing he was! Mean all over. He wasn't always mean though..."
"Yeah, but ever since that incident with that haywire broomstick, he never really was the same," Fred stated.
"I'd never known a cat to hiss so loudly before," George stated. "I thought Mum was going to kill you for sure with that one, Fred."
"But it was your idea, George," Fred reminded him.
"Well, it was your broom," George pointed out.
Fred shrugged. "Well, anyway, Mum fixed him up as good as new with a Cattus Charus potion. It made him a little woozy for a while, but afterwards he was friendlier then a kitten."
"That is, until you set that firecracker off on his tail."
"Must have set a record with how high he flew though," Fred mused. He sighed. "It was ashamed Mum got rid of him after that. He was really a fun pet." Silence followed for a moment between the twins as if to reverence their departed cat. "So anyway," Fred said at last, looking back over at Harry. "How'd you get affected by it, huh? Mess up in Potions class?"
"No," Harry said slowly, turning a bit red. "Actually, it's not that type of potion at all. It's an Amorae Potion."
"What?!" The twins' mouths fell open.
"What?" Harry said, confused at their horror-stricken faces.
Their eyes were wide in shock.
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