Well an odd little thought ran through my head as I finished up The Philosopher's Stone Retransmuted by regulus. Anyways I've actually had a story running through my head for a long time, only putting a little bit down on paper. I may still one day write it who knows. Getting back on point, I figured I'd type this out real quick just for my own amusement. It's short, really short. If anyone actually reads this I'd appreciate any criticism. I checked over it several times to make it readable, but it's been quite some time since my High School lit classes. I can't believe how long this took to get it into it's current form. I apologize ahead of time for and gripes you have.
I don't own Harry Potter or anything else held in copyright by J.k Rowling. So no money is being made.
Taking a few steps into the next chamber causes a wall of purple flames to spring from the floor cutting off Harry's exit.
Looking back all harry can think of is how ridiculous this entire "gauntlet" was. At best only able to deter small children and the weak minded. After all the previous tasks had all been viciously plowed through by powerful magic, making Harry's journey to this point laughably easy.
Taking a few steps forward Harry notices a table with several bottles of varying size and a scrap of parchment. Looking over the parchment he realizes what exactly it is, a riddle of sorts. It seems Snape chose wisely. No one would be able to simply cut down this challenge with a few curses.
Although Snape being the one mostly likely to have destroyed the previous protections makes this task seem almost like a free pass for him, when you consider the fact that this could very well have been his own contribution.
After several slow circuits around the room, and a few mumbled curses, three separate piles of bottle sit in front of him. Looking to the right of the table, three innocuous looking bottles grab Harry's attention. 'Poison. hmmm. I may have to hold onto these.' Gently placing the vials in the inside pocket of his cloak an almost feral grin crosses Harry's face 'If I make it out of here Malfoy may just have a few bad days. On second thought maybe he'll have one really bad one.'
Glancing at the two bottles positioned in the front, Harry takes a deep breath and grabs the smallest bottle which will take him past this challenge. Just before the vial touches his lips he sets it back on the table.
"What the hell!" Harry mutters.
Grabbing the large bottle on the left side of the table Harry takes the stopper out, raises the bottle in a silent toast and takes a healthy swallow. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand a loud burp echoes through the chamber. 'Now I'm ready.' Swiftly grabbing the small vial from earlier he drains it in one gulp, almost immediately feeling the potion chill his blood. Turning towards the black flames Harry carelessly tosses the vial to the ground dimly hearing the crack of crystal against stone. As he walks through the black flames, the oddest thought runs through his mind.
'That was some cheap ass wine.'
