The Backwash Mystery (Introduction)
It was Harry's first year of Hogwarts- he was, perhaps, three or four days in. While enamoured with the world of magic, there were a few things that disturbed the poor boy.
Firstly, why exactly was it that his sallow, greasy, potions professor seemed to have nothing better to do than to x-ray Harry with his black, soulless eyes.? Was he contemplating molestation? One of the seventh year students had recently presented that theory to Harry, but he still had no idea what the word meant.
Secondly, whom is that obnoxious Draco boy, and what did he want with Harry? Malfoy's colourless eyes seemed to want to devour him and curse him all at once. Harry told himself that the looks Draco was giving him were a direct result of some sort of rare wizard flu, and that they would go away when Malfoy's stomach allowed it.
Thirdly, and most terribly of all, there were small, disgusting flecks in his pumpkin juice… It couldn't be. Harry had never had this problem before, but there it was… it was backwash.