What was in my Ale?
Horace Slughorn was partial to a drink or two. He was no stranger, to waking up in a strange place. This of all mornings, was the strangest. He tried opening his eyes… oh god the light! How much did he drink the night before? As he lay there in bed, letting his eyes recover, he tried to place where he was. The most noticeable thing was the smell. Wherever he was, it smelled like wet dog. Slughorn had woken up in a fair few fields in his time, so this didn't bother him that much! He tried to recall the night before…
It was a surprise birthday party for Professor Severus Snape. Professor Flitwick had planned it, hoping that a bit of compassion toward Snape might make him a bit less…. unbearable…
It didn't. The lousy git threatened to perform the Cruciatus curse on poor Flitwick, and then leaving without as much as a goodbye. He took the presents of course. "The stereotypical Slytherin" thought Slughorn. "Its people like him that have given Slytherin the reputation we have now! Dark Lords, Murderers, and Moody old men! " Slughorn only stayed at the party because of the plentiful supply of alcohol. He was supposed to be retired after all! He had served his time teaching, and was enjoying his retirement until this bloody war started! He'd be fine hiding and sitting it all out! He felt a purple recliner would make his next perfect disguise! "Ah to Hell with these thoughts!" Thought Horace. "Ill drink them away!". He suddenly noticed he was the only one in the Great Hall. He was content with the friendship of Alcohol.
At this stage, remembering the previous night was becoming increasingly difficult for Slughorn. Flashes would come into his head of the night…
Wandering around the Halls singing…
Stumbling…
More Drink!
Meeting a tall stranger…
Walking with this Stranger…
Drinking with this Stranger.
At these memories, Slughorn began to worry. There's no fair shortage of nasty people about, theres no telling what had happened to him in his drunkenness!
He tried once again to open his eyes… To no avail… What sort of hex was placed upon him?! He began to panic, where was his wand?! He felt for his jacket pocket… His jacket wasn't there…. Neither was his shirt… Nor his trousers…
He was naked….
Slughorn began to toss and turn, he was not bound, he was free to move, but why couldn't he see?! In his flailing, some of his vision returned… He felt his eyes. He was wearing a blindfold! How stupid was he! He opened his eyes and the light shone into them, blinding him. When his vision returned, he found himself looking down at his body. He was lying on a bed. Suddenly, to his left, there was a thundering noise, and the whole bed shook. It felt as though there was someone was in the bed with him… He turned slowly, wondering what latest woman he had won over with his famous Slughorn charm… When he turned fully, he found himself looking into a face, eyes wide open with a big smile on their face…
Rubeus Hagrid said "Good Morning Sunshine"