When Harry Met Susan
(and Peter and Edmund and Lucy and Mr. Tumnus and so on and so forth, you know the rest…)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis. I only made the connection because, let's face it, someone had to…
Story Summery: A cocked-up potion sends Harry and Pansy to Narnia by mistake. They meet the Pevensy children and find themselves helping out in the war against the White Witch so that Aslan could send them back home. (Follows "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" movie script- www . narniaweb . com.)
Warning: SLASH! Not too hot and heavy, but still two guys together! Not your thing, don't read!
Chapter Summery: Snape is giving in to Dumbldore's house integration ideas and mix-and-match him sixth year Potions class, much to the dismay of his students.
Prologue – Terrible Monday
I hate Mondays, with a passion! Not only do they signal the beginning of yet another tiring school week, but they also begin with double Potions… for six and half bloody years every Monday on eight thirty I have to report to the stinking, mouldy dungeons and meet that greasy, oily, big nosed monstrosity known as Snape! If I was slightly more vain or paranoid I'd say this is a cunning, conniving plan to make my life hell. Every beginning of a new year I wish for something else, two hours in the steaming greenhouses, two hours of blissful sleep also known as History of Magic, two hours of swishing and flicking with professor Flitwick. You know what? I'll settle for two bloody hours toiling at professor McGonagall's class. But NO! Snape, always Snape! Well, the only good thing in this situation is that this way the week can only get better… Thank you, Dumbldore for small favours. Honestly.
This particular Monday promised to be especially annoying, not only that I spent the loveliest weekend in the arms of my girlfriend Hannah- we walked around the grounds holding hands and snogging and doing all kind of sickeningly romantic stuff and enjoying every minute! Not only that- but Snape had suddenly decided that after six years it was time to integrate the Gryffindors and the Slytherins.
We sat there awaiting our dooms as he read out loud (and most maliciously, I must add) the pairings that were to take place.
"Gregory Goyle with Seamus Finnigan (oh, poor poor Seamus), Millicent Bulstrode with Neville Longbottom (can't really say who got the losing end of that deal…), Draco Malfoy with Hermione Granger (I'm not with Malfoy? No way, cool!), Pansy Parkinson with Harry Potter (WHAT? No! I want Malfoy! Damn, this is not fair!)…"
After Snape finished reading there wasn't a happy face left (not there were many to begin with) but now both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins were scolding as the class rearranged. I took my stuff and moved over to her bench, I would not contaminate my working bench with her presence.
As was expected this was a very exhausting class, we were suppose the make a beautification potion, heaven knows Snape could use one…
Pansy and I couldn't agree on a single thing, it began with a fight about who will go to the supply cupboard to get the ingredients and then we continued bickering how to make the bloody potion, none of us would relinquish authority to the other.
I'm not sure how we managed to actually have anything done, but after about an hour we had something simmering in the cauldron, admittedly it wasn't the lilac colour the potion text declared it should be, it was more like shocking pink but at least the consistency was right. I was halfway into relaxing and looking forward to the end of the class when I saw that stupid cow Parkinson about to add an eye of a newt even though it wasn't suppose to go in now. I caught her wrist in order to stop her from adding it and she called angrily,
"Let go of me Potter."
"You can't add this now; it's supposed to simmer for at least ten minutes!" I called back,
"Back off, you pesky Gryffindor!"
She yelled at me and tried to release her wrist but I held it tight. She swung her hand wildly and both our hands hit the cauldron with force sending the potion up in the air and all over us. I cringed automatically expecting the potion to burn, but it didn't, it was oddly cool and tingled on my skin. That tingling spread slowly to the rest of my body. I looked at Parkinson and my eyes almost popped out of my head with shock. Her skin looked silvery, glittering, fluid and almost liquid the horror in her eyes confirmed that my state was pretty much the same. The last thing I remember is a surge of pain passing through my spine and then everything turned black.
