Another pointless double potions class had begun, as Professor Snape
entered swiftly into his dungeon classroom. He wasted no time at all at
starting.
"Today we will be producing a simple levitating potion." He said in his cold voice that instantly made the class shut up. "It is often used in Honeydukes.... But If I catch anyone in my class trying to make candy, you will lose one night of your freedom and instead spend it with me serving a detention."
Ron gulped loudly next to Harry. Snape's detentions were not fun...
"Ingredients are on the shelf, and instructions are on the bored. Groups of three or four. Begin."
Harry, Ron, and 'Mione were in a group, but Neville soon joined them, seeing as he had no one else to go with. "I'll go get the ingredients..." He muttered. Thus, the first solid half hour of potions was spent on concocting their potion. Neville had even managed not to destroy anything.
But it was too good to last.......
"Oy. Potter." Malfoy said loudly, doing his best (and failing) to have an innocent smile on his face. "Just thought I'd be a helpful neighbor, and point out that you need to add another once of flobberworm mucus."
Harry and Ron gave each other disgusted looks, when Snape said. "Excellent Draco. Fifteen points for Slytherin. You should follow his example, Potter."
"Teacher's pet..." Ron muttered under his breath.
"What was that Weasley?" Malfoy whispered, eyes glinting dangerously. "If you call me a teacher's pet, what do you call Miss Mudblood here?"
Hermione opened her mouth to yell at him, and Ron and Harry were about to lunge at him, (Neville ducked in fear) when the cauldron in front of them tipped over, and went all over the front of their robes.
"Whoops..." Malfoy said softly and sarcastically. He quickly turned around to his own group and pretended to just now have noticed the four next to him.
Though, they were hard not to notice now....
All four of them started to hover a little at first, and then they were practically flying up towards the ceiling. Neville looked as though he was going to faint.
"H-Help!! I'm terrified of heights!" He squeaked, and the Slytherins roared with laughter.
"Perhaps you should have considered that before you chose to be in a group with Potter and Weasley..... Though, you didn't have a choice, did you?" Snape drawled, looking at them with a hint of disgust. "Just couldn't resist the potion could you...?"
He got the antidote out handing it to none-other than Malfoy. "Malfoy, would you be so kind as to dr- I mean, splash, them with this?"
"Yes sir." He said, as he squirted them with the antidote."
"Now, that will be 20 points from Gryffindor." Snape snapped at Harry.
"But professor!" Hermione piped up. "Malfoy dumped the cauldron on us!"
"Trying to blame someone else for your problems, Granger?" Snape said. "Another five points from Gryffindor."
"That's not-" Ron was soon interrupted by Snape again.
"Five more points." Before they could lose more, luckily, the bell rung, and class ended. As soon as everyone left the classroom, Malfoy instantly started to laugh.
"The 'famous Harry Potter', clumsily pours his own potion on himself, earning himself ... ah, what was it? About fifty points in all?"
"YOU were the one who poured it Malfoy!" Ron said angrily.
"Ron, it's not worth it..." Malfoy smiled.
"Your right pothead it's not worth it when he knows he will lose."
"You know what Malfoy I wouldn't push I am giving you the chance to walk away."
"Aw how sweet the Boy who lived wants to still live or do you want to be the only boy who lived!"
"I gave you the chance but you lost it." Harry punched Malfoy in the face. Malfoy's nose was bleeding.
"I can't believe y- You just-YOU STUPID SON OF A MUDBLOOD!" Harry punched Malfoy again.
"And proud of her too!" Harry smirked gave him the finger and stormed off. As he was walking he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around quickly. "Do you guys always have to follow me? Merlin just be your own leader!"
"What the hell are you talking about? We were worried!"
"Why I don't need to be worried about!"
"I think you do Harry!"
"You I think Malfoy is right about you sometimes! You are a know-it- all!" Harry looked at Hermione, realizing what he said; she had tears in her eyes and ran off.
"Do have any feelings? Or are you so wrapped up in your little world that you take your anger out on others!"
"Ron I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!"
"Do you ever?" With that he ran after Hermione. Harry just stood there for a moment then just started walking around the castle. Then He walked into a dead end. 'I didn't know Hogwarts had a dead end' but at the end was a door. So Harry being the curious genius (heh genius) He walked up to it and opened the door. He took a step inside. Harry looked around the room and saw the Mirror of Erised. "I thought this was destroyed in my first year." Harry thought aloud, as he looked at the mirror from a safe distance. He remembered how Dumbledore had said men could rot away in front of it...
"UGH" Harry said. "Why should I care what Dumbledore says? I could care less what happens to me..."
Draco's voice filled his head 'the GREAT Harry potter...' 'The BOY WHO LIVED...'/ He was sick of having to live up to his name.
"MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE HARRY POTTER!!" He yelled, as he ran to the mirror, expecting to see his parents. Maybe they would make him feel better...
But to his surprise, he saw what looked like his normal reflection.
"What...?" He said, looking at the broadly grinning reflection.
The he noticed something. This Harry didn't have the things that made Harry, well, Harry. He no longer was wearing glasses, and his hair was slightly tidier. But most of all, he was missing the hideous scar on his forehead.
"Oh." Said Harry dully. "Yeah, like that will ever..." He was about to walk away, when the mirror started to flash on the golden rim. The letters were shining.
"Oh hell... did I break something else?" Harry said, as he backed away slightly. The sensation came over him that he had felt before- he plummeted head first into the mirror itself. Everything went pitch black... the last thoughts he had were the burning hatred of Malfoy... and his rotten luck......
Hey uh this is our first fanfic please r&r.!!!!!!!!!!!!! It gets better later trust me!!!! But I hope you enjoy!! Thanks for reading. Gred and Forge (The female versions)
"Today we will be producing a simple levitating potion." He said in his cold voice that instantly made the class shut up. "It is often used in Honeydukes.... But If I catch anyone in my class trying to make candy, you will lose one night of your freedom and instead spend it with me serving a detention."
Ron gulped loudly next to Harry. Snape's detentions were not fun...
"Ingredients are on the shelf, and instructions are on the bored. Groups of three or four. Begin."
Harry, Ron, and 'Mione were in a group, but Neville soon joined them, seeing as he had no one else to go with. "I'll go get the ingredients..." He muttered. Thus, the first solid half hour of potions was spent on concocting their potion. Neville had even managed not to destroy anything.
But it was too good to last.......
"Oy. Potter." Malfoy said loudly, doing his best (and failing) to have an innocent smile on his face. "Just thought I'd be a helpful neighbor, and point out that you need to add another once of flobberworm mucus."
Harry and Ron gave each other disgusted looks, when Snape said. "Excellent Draco. Fifteen points for Slytherin. You should follow his example, Potter."
"Teacher's pet..." Ron muttered under his breath.
"What was that Weasley?" Malfoy whispered, eyes glinting dangerously. "If you call me a teacher's pet, what do you call Miss Mudblood here?"
Hermione opened her mouth to yell at him, and Ron and Harry were about to lunge at him, (Neville ducked in fear) when the cauldron in front of them tipped over, and went all over the front of their robes.
"Whoops..." Malfoy said softly and sarcastically. He quickly turned around to his own group and pretended to just now have noticed the four next to him.
Though, they were hard not to notice now....
All four of them started to hover a little at first, and then they were practically flying up towards the ceiling. Neville looked as though he was going to faint.
"H-Help!! I'm terrified of heights!" He squeaked, and the Slytherins roared with laughter.
"Perhaps you should have considered that before you chose to be in a group with Potter and Weasley..... Though, you didn't have a choice, did you?" Snape drawled, looking at them with a hint of disgust. "Just couldn't resist the potion could you...?"
He got the antidote out handing it to none-other than Malfoy. "Malfoy, would you be so kind as to dr- I mean, splash, them with this?"
"Yes sir." He said, as he squirted them with the antidote."
"Now, that will be 20 points from Gryffindor." Snape snapped at Harry.
"But professor!" Hermione piped up. "Malfoy dumped the cauldron on us!"
"Trying to blame someone else for your problems, Granger?" Snape said. "Another five points from Gryffindor."
"That's not-" Ron was soon interrupted by Snape again.
"Five more points." Before they could lose more, luckily, the bell rung, and class ended. As soon as everyone left the classroom, Malfoy instantly started to laugh.
"The 'famous Harry Potter', clumsily pours his own potion on himself, earning himself ... ah, what was it? About fifty points in all?"
"YOU were the one who poured it Malfoy!" Ron said angrily.
"Ron, it's not worth it..." Malfoy smiled.
"Your right pothead it's not worth it when he knows he will lose."
"You know what Malfoy I wouldn't push I am giving you the chance to walk away."
"Aw how sweet the Boy who lived wants to still live or do you want to be the only boy who lived!"
"I gave you the chance but you lost it." Harry punched Malfoy in the face. Malfoy's nose was bleeding.
"I can't believe y- You just-YOU STUPID SON OF A MUDBLOOD!" Harry punched Malfoy again.
"And proud of her too!" Harry smirked gave him the finger and stormed off. As he was walking he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around quickly. "Do you guys always have to follow me? Merlin just be your own leader!"
"What the hell are you talking about? We were worried!"
"Why I don't need to be worried about!"
"I think you do Harry!"
"You I think Malfoy is right about you sometimes! You are a know-it- all!" Harry looked at Hermione, realizing what he said; she had tears in her eyes and ran off.
"Do have any feelings? Or are you so wrapped up in your little world that you take your anger out on others!"
"Ron I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!"
"Do you ever?" With that he ran after Hermione. Harry just stood there for a moment then just started walking around the castle. Then He walked into a dead end. 'I didn't know Hogwarts had a dead end' but at the end was a door. So Harry being the curious genius (heh genius) He walked up to it and opened the door. He took a step inside. Harry looked around the room and saw the Mirror of Erised. "I thought this was destroyed in my first year." Harry thought aloud, as he looked at the mirror from a safe distance. He remembered how Dumbledore had said men could rot away in front of it...
"UGH" Harry said. "Why should I care what Dumbledore says? I could care less what happens to me..."
Draco's voice filled his head 'the GREAT Harry potter...' 'The BOY WHO LIVED...'/ He was sick of having to live up to his name.
"MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE HARRY POTTER!!" He yelled, as he ran to the mirror, expecting to see his parents. Maybe they would make him feel better...
But to his surprise, he saw what looked like his normal reflection.
"What...?" He said, looking at the broadly grinning reflection.
The he noticed something. This Harry didn't have the things that made Harry, well, Harry. He no longer was wearing glasses, and his hair was slightly tidier. But most of all, he was missing the hideous scar on his forehead.
"Oh." Said Harry dully. "Yeah, like that will ever..." He was about to walk away, when the mirror started to flash on the golden rim. The letters were shining.
"Oh hell... did I break something else?" Harry said, as he backed away slightly. The sensation came over him that he had felt before- he plummeted head first into the mirror itself. Everything went pitch black... the last thoughts he had were the burning hatred of Malfoy... and his rotten luck......
Hey uh this is our first fanfic please r&r.!!!!!!!!!!!!! It gets better later trust me!!!! But I hope you enjoy!! Thanks for reading. Gred and Forge (The female versions)