Entered in a 100 word Drabble Contest in Third Floor Corridor.
Amortentia:
13-year-old Harry wandered down Diagon Alley, counting the days until he'd be at Hogwarts. As he passed the Potions Shop, he stopped curiously. The usually fowl smelling store seemed to be emitting quite possibly the most wonderful smell ever.
The bell tinkled as he came in, and he saw the owner talking quietly to someone.
Following his nose he peeked inside a single cauldron resting on the counter, and inhaled deeply.
"Ah, yes! That Amortentia is attracting quite the crowd today. Supposed to take the smell of the things you love most." The owner interrupted.
Harry inhaled again, smiling.
Lilies.