The Harry Potter incident
Chapter one
The concoction was almost ready. The soft sizzle of the yellow-green liquid filled Moaning Myrtle's bathroom; meanwhile, Harry and Ron looked expectant at the cauldron. Only some minutes more and the potion will be complete, at last.
"Harry, are you sure this is going to work?" Ron asked, not believing their nerve. Right, they were Gryffindors, bravery was their crest. But there was this thin line that divided courage and plain stupidity. He thought they was almost crossing it.
"Of course, what can go wrong? We've been working in this for three days, and we paid attention to all the details." Replied Harry, checking the time and lowering the flame to let the concoction boil down.
"It's only that I still feel that something is missing."
"No, it's not something, it's someone. But, you know very well we had not choice. Hermione would never help us with this."
"Yeah, I suppose you are right." Ron sighed and looked how Harry was putting down the flame completely.
"Ok, it's ready. Now we just have to let it cool down a little and then we'll drink it."
"We? Oh, no, Harry, you will drink it. See, I know I said it would be fantastic, but right now the idea looks not so appealing to me. Anyway, you are the one that needed this potion, right?"
Harry looked at Ron. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Good, I'll drink it. After all, if I poison my self, you will carry my corpse to Dumbledore. You can do that, don't you?"
"Err.ok" Ron's face went very pale.
Harry poured the liquid into a glass and looked at it doubtfully. Suddenly the idea didn't looked so right. The color was the expected, though the consistence was not ideal. Wasn't it supposed to look more oozy? He put the glass to his lips and swallowed his doubts along with the disgusting potion. He grimaced, the taste was awful! Well, that was logical, the ingredients had been a bunch of revolting things. He felt the liquid burning his stomach, and then a funny sensation ran through his body, like thousands of worms crawling under his skin. And then.nothing.
"I don't know but it looks to me that it didn't work. How do you feel?"
"Fine, I mean, a little sick in my stomach, but I think I will survive." Harry was disappointed, they had spent three whole days preparing the "splitting potion". And at the end it had just gave him an indigestion.
"What did you expect? we suck at potions. At least you are not poisoned. Come on Harry, let's have dinner." Ron walked towards the exit.
Harry followed him, reluctant.
Once they left the room, Moaning Myrtle appeared from one of the toilets and looked at the cauldron. With a sudden 'pop' another cauldron materialized next to the other.
"Uh, amazing! But who would want to make a potion to duplicate cauldrons?" She sighed deeply and started to sob.
*****
Harry was moving on his bed. He could not sleep; his stomach was flipping, not so badly but nonetheless it was an uncomfortable feeling. Thought this was the last of his concerns. The obvious failure of the "splitting potion" was troubling his mind.
Ron was right, they've never been the brightest ones at potions, but he was sure everything had been just fine.
He remembered the day he and Ron had heard the name of the potion. It had been during their last week of classes before the Christmas break.. Hermione was making a paper about extremely dangerous potions. This was an extra work, for those who wanted to gain some more points. And, like always, people that needed desperately the points were not making the paper.
"Hermione, you are hopeless. You don't need to do it. Your marks are almost perfect." Had said Ron, trying to destroy Harry's pawn with one of his knights.
"You said it, almost, I lost three points during the last potion class, thanks to Neville. Now I need to recover them." She returned her attention to the piece of parchment that was now six feet long.
"But the paper is supposed to be delivered till after holydays, why don't you relax a little?" Suggested Harry, saving his queen by a hair.
"Relax? Of course I won't relax, we will have exams a week after we return to classes. My time is precious. And you should be studying for them right now. I can't understand you. Especially you, Ron, remember the incident with the tea pot with wings at Transfigurations class."
At this remark Ron flinched, and Harry sniggered.
"Oh, it was not my fault, Pig was moving so I could not complete the spell properly." Ron complained, and conquered Harry's king in revenge. "Why don't you read us about that potion you discovered. The "slicing potion"? " said Ron, trying to change the subject of the conversation.
"It is the "splitting potion". You really want to hear about it?"
Harry looked at Ron , narrowing his eyes. It was obvious he didn't want to hear about it.
"Sure!" Said Ron, grinning mischievously to Harry. This latter rolled his eyes.
"Well, then, here it goes." Said Hermione enthusiastic and started:
"Splitting potion is one of the most dangerous concoctions known by the wizardly world. Its preparation is relatively easy, though the ingredients are quite unusual and difficult to find. This brew main goal is to provide a media to split a creature into two individuals with the same appearance, skills and characteristics. If the potion is properly prepared, the two individuals should join again into the original being after a week and their distinct experiences and knowledge acquired during their existence would be present in the mind of the primary individual. This potion was often used when a wizard or a witch had to be at two different places at the same time. Its use has been severely banned, after the "Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde" incident. This unfortunate event made evident the probable failures if the potion was used frequently."
Hermione finished and looked satisfied at his friends. But, there was something very wrong with them.
They were looking at each other with a strange gleam in their eyes.
"Boys!" She snorted, rolled the parchment and went upstairs to her room.
"Do you know what it means, Ron?" asked Harry.
"Of course, we could be a two different tasks at the same time. Imagine the possibilities, I could be playing chess with you and meanwhile my twin would be studying for Transfigurations test!"
"Better, I could be practicing Quidditch and studying for the tests. After the potions wears off, I will have all the skills and all the knowledge."
So, they agreed. When they asked for the potion book from Hermione, she wanted to know why. Of course she didn't believed their version of the story. Especially because they told her that they wanted to learn, and probably write an essay to win more points.
At last she gave the book to them, a little reluctant. She thought that they were not so stupid as to try to brew the potion without her help.she was wrong.
When she went to her house for Christmas break, they had planned everything carefully.
Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was the perfect place . Though Harry didn't liked the idea at the beginning; he was sure Myrtle let them do as they wanted because she had a crush on him. But the potential of the potion made him change his mind.
Gathering the ingredients was the most difficult part of their plan. But they had an ace under their sleeve, Dobby. The loyal house elf sneaked in Snape's storeroom and collected the items they could not buy at Hogsmeade.
Finally, with all the ingredients in their hands and a firm conviction in their minds they started the potion. It took three days of attention, stirring the concoction each two hours and adding the precise amount of substances at the specific moment. They took turns to watch over it, night and day.
"Such a waste of time," exclaimed Harry and yawned. He still had his stomach revolted, but the sleep finally came to him.
*****
It was three in the morning when Harry awoke. Even sleep he had felt it, the weird sensation had returned, like a thousand ants running all over his body. He was laying on his side, his front to the edge of the bed.. He was freezing. He opened his eyes lazily and discovered that his quilts had gone. He rolled over to search for them and he was confronted with an uncommon vision. There, under his quilts, someone else was sleeping soundly. He blinked in doubt, and reached for his wand and his glasses from the bedside table. "Lumos," he whispered lifting the wand, and a faint gleam appeared in its point. He looked at the figure, some locks of black hair was visible over the edge of the comforter. He reached his hand towards the intruder and pulled slowly the quilt. He gasped when his eyes lay on the stranger's face. It was his face! They had succeed! He was extremely exited, and moved the light to his so called twin. But there was something wrong, though Harry could not say what was exactly. Suddenly, the "other" Harry's eyes opened. Two pair of green eyes met. For a couple of seconds they stared at each other. And then, the most incredible thing happened.
Harry's clone jumped from the bed, revealing a long mane of raven black hair, and an obviously female body outlined under the pajamas. "Help, a pervert is in my bed" a high-pitched voice screamed. The clone grabbed the pillow and started an unmerciful attack against Harry.
"Wait, wait!" Harry screamed as well, while the pillow hit him again and again.
Meanwhile, Ron had awoken, due to all the noise and looked blankly at the image, still dazed by the remnants of his sleep. He shook his head, deciding that the show was not product of his dream and left his bed. "What the.?"
The clone fixed her eyes on him and held the attack. Looked at the red haired boy and renewed her cries "Help, there are two perverts in my room!"
"Harry, what is happening?" Ron was confused, looking at the girl that had started again with her aggressions, she had a pillow and sure knew how to use it.
"And you ask me? I don't have idea!" Harry answered, blocking the blows that were directed mainly to his face.
"Get off my room before I call out for the Head of House!" the Harry-girl shouted angrily.
"Ron, give me a hand, let's seize her."
She heard this and let go the pillow, bolting for the entrance of the dormitory. Before she could reach it both boys tackled her to the floor. After a while they had tied her hands and legs and had pushed a gag inside her mouth. Though it had been a titanic effort. Ron was wearing a black eye that matched perfectly with Harry's swollen lip.
"Damn, Harry, she has the best uppercut!" Said Ron, rubbing her jaw. "What are we going to do? The effect of the potion will wear off in a week, we can't let her like this for all that time."
"You are right. Even when it will mean our expelling from Hogwarts we have to tell this to Dumbledore."
Ron's face darkened and a deep sigh escaped from his lips.
"Well, after all these years, the time has come. Yes, I always asked myself which brilliant idea would be the cause, and this outstands any other. Doesn't it?"
End of chapter one.
The concoction was almost ready. The soft sizzle of the yellow-green liquid filled Moaning Myrtle's bathroom; meanwhile, Harry and Ron looked expectant at the cauldron. Only some minutes more and the potion will be complete, at last.
"Harry, are you sure this is going to work?" Ron asked, not believing their nerve. Right, they were Gryffindors, bravery was their crest. But there was this thin line that divided courage and plain stupidity. He thought they was almost crossing it.
"Of course, what can go wrong? We've been working in this for three days, and we paid attention to all the details." Replied Harry, checking the time and lowering the flame to let the concoction boil down.
"It's only that I still feel that something is missing."
"No, it's not something, it's someone. But, you know very well we had not choice. Hermione would never help us with this."
"Yeah, I suppose you are right." Ron sighed and looked how Harry was putting down the flame completely.
"Ok, it's ready. Now we just have to let it cool down a little and then we'll drink it."
"We? Oh, no, Harry, you will drink it. See, I know I said it would be fantastic, but right now the idea looks not so appealing to me. Anyway, you are the one that needed this potion, right?"
Harry looked at Ron. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Good, I'll drink it. After all, if I poison my self, you will carry my corpse to Dumbledore. You can do that, don't you?"
"Err.ok" Ron's face went very pale.
Harry poured the liquid into a glass and looked at it doubtfully. Suddenly the idea didn't looked so right. The color was the expected, though the consistence was not ideal. Wasn't it supposed to look more oozy? He put the glass to his lips and swallowed his doubts along with the disgusting potion. He grimaced, the taste was awful! Well, that was logical, the ingredients had been a bunch of revolting things. He felt the liquid burning his stomach, and then a funny sensation ran through his body, like thousands of worms crawling under his skin. And then.nothing.
"I don't know but it looks to me that it didn't work. How do you feel?"
"Fine, I mean, a little sick in my stomach, but I think I will survive." Harry was disappointed, they had spent three whole days preparing the "splitting potion". And at the end it had just gave him an indigestion.
"What did you expect? we suck at potions. At least you are not poisoned. Come on Harry, let's have dinner." Ron walked towards the exit.
Harry followed him, reluctant.
Once they left the room, Moaning Myrtle appeared from one of the toilets and looked at the cauldron. With a sudden 'pop' another cauldron materialized next to the other.
"Uh, amazing! But who would want to make a potion to duplicate cauldrons?" She sighed deeply and started to sob.
*****
Harry was moving on his bed. He could not sleep; his stomach was flipping, not so badly but nonetheless it was an uncomfortable feeling. Thought this was the last of his concerns. The obvious failure of the "splitting potion" was troubling his mind.
Ron was right, they've never been the brightest ones at potions, but he was sure everything had been just fine.
He remembered the day he and Ron had heard the name of the potion. It had been during their last week of classes before the Christmas break.. Hermione was making a paper about extremely dangerous potions. This was an extra work, for those who wanted to gain some more points. And, like always, people that needed desperately the points were not making the paper.
"Hermione, you are hopeless. You don't need to do it. Your marks are almost perfect." Had said Ron, trying to destroy Harry's pawn with one of his knights.
"You said it, almost, I lost three points during the last potion class, thanks to Neville. Now I need to recover them." She returned her attention to the piece of parchment that was now six feet long.
"But the paper is supposed to be delivered till after holydays, why don't you relax a little?" Suggested Harry, saving his queen by a hair.
"Relax? Of course I won't relax, we will have exams a week after we return to classes. My time is precious. And you should be studying for them right now. I can't understand you. Especially you, Ron, remember the incident with the tea pot with wings at Transfigurations class."
At this remark Ron flinched, and Harry sniggered.
"Oh, it was not my fault, Pig was moving so I could not complete the spell properly." Ron complained, and conquered Harry's king in revenge. "Why don't you read us about that potion you discovered. The "slicing potion"? " said Ron, trying to change the subject of the conversation.
"It is the "splitting potion". You really want to hear about it?"
Harry looked at Ron , narrowing his eyes. It was obvious he didn't want to hear about it.
"Sure!" Said Ron, grinning mischievously to Harry. This latter rolled his eyes.
"Well, then, here it goes." Said Hermione enthusiastic and started:
"Splitting potion is one of the most dangerous concoctions known by the wizardly world. Its preparation is relatively easy, though the ingredients are quite unusual and difficult to find. This brew main goal is to provide a media to split a creature into two individuals with the same appearance, skills and characteristics. If the potion is properly prepared, the two individuals should join again into the original being after a week and their distinct experiences and knowledge acquired during their existence would be present in the mind of the primary individual. This potion was often used when a wizard or a witch had to be at two different places at the same time. Its use has been severely banned, after the "Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde" incident. This unfortunate event made evident the probable failures if the potion was used frequently."
Hermione finished and looked satisfied at his friends. But, there was something very wrong with them.
They were looking at each other with a strange gleam in their eyes.
"Boys!" She snorted, rolled the parchment and went upstairs to her room.
"Do you know what it means, Ron?" asked Harry.
"Of course, we could be a two different tasks at the same time. Imagine the possibilities, I could be playing chess with you and meanwhile my twin would be studying for Transfigurations test!"
"Better, I could be practicing Quidditch and studying for the tests. After the potions wears off, I will have all the skills and all the knowledge."
So, they agreed. When they asked for the potion book from Hermione, she wanted to know why. Of course she didn't believed their version of the story. Especially because they told her that they wanted to learn, and probably write an essay to win more points.
At last she gave the book to them, a little reluctant. She thought that they were not so stupid as to try to brew the potion without her help.she was wrong.
When she went to her house for Christmas break, they had planned everything carefully.
Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was the perfect place . Though Harry didn't liked the idea at the beginning; he was sure Myrtle let them do as they wanted because she had a crush on him. But the potential of the potion made him change his mind.
Gathering the ingredients was the most difficult part of their plan. But they had an ace under their sleeve, Dobby. The loyal house elf sneaked in Snape's storeroom and collected the items they could not buy at Hogsmeade.
Finally, with all the ingredients in their hands and a firm conviction in their minds they started the potion. It took three days of attention, stirring the concoction each two hours and adding the precise amount of substances at the specific moment. They took turns to watch over it, night and day.
"Such a waste of time," exclaimed Harry and yawned. He still had his stomach revolted, but the sleep finally came to him.
*****
It was three in the morning when Harry awoke. Even sleep he had felt it, the weird sensation had returned, like a thousand ants running all over his body. He was laying on his side, his front to the edge of the bed.. He was freezing. He opened his eyes lazily and discovered that his quilts had gone. He rolled over to search for them and he was confronted with an uncommon vision. There, under his quilts, someone else was sleeping soundly. He blinked in doubt, and reached for his wand and his glasses from the bedside table. "Lumos," he whispered lifting the wand, and a faint gleam appeared in its point. He looked at the figure, some locks of black hair was visible over the edge of the comforter. He reached his hand towards the intruder and pulled slowly the quilt. He gasped when his eyes lay on the stranger's face. It was his face! They had succeed! He was extremely exited, and moved the light to his so called twin. But there was something wrong, though Harry could not say what was exactly. Suddenly, the "other" Harry's eyes opened. Two pair of green eyes met. For a couple of seconds they stared at each other. And then, the most incredible thing happened.
Harry's clone jumped from the bed, revealing a long mane of raven black hair, and an obviously female body outlined under the pajamas. "Help, a pervert is in my bed" a high-pitched voice screamed. The clone grabbed the pillow and started an unmerciful attack against Harry.
"Wait, wait!" Harry screamed as well, while the pillow hit him again and again.
Meanwhile, Ron had awoken, due to all the noise and looked blankly at the image, still dazed by the remnants of his sleep. He shook his head, deciding that the show was not product of his dream and left his bed. "What the.?"
The clone fixed her eyes on him and held the attack. Looked at the red haired boy and renewed her cries "Help, there are two perverts in my room!"
"Harry, what is happening?" Ron was confused, looking at the girl that had started again with her aggressions, she had a pillow and sure knew how to use it.
"And you ask me? I don't have idea!" Harry answered, blocking the blows that were directed mainly to his face.
"Get off my room before I call out for the Head of House!" the Harry-girl shouted angrily.
"Ron, give me a hand, let's seize her."
She heard this and let go the pillow, bolting for the entrance of the dormitory. Before she could reach it both boys tackled her to the floor. After a while they had tied her hands and legs and had pushed a gag inside her mouth. Though it had been a titanic effort. Ron was wearing a black eye that matched perfectly with Harry's swollen lip.
"Damn, Harry, she has the best uppercut!" Said Ron, rubbing her jaw. "What are we going to do? The effect of the potion will wear off in a week, we can't let her like this for all that time."
"You are right. Even when it will mean our expelling from Hogwarts we have to tell this to Dumbledore."
Ron's face darkened and a deep sigh escaped from his lips.
"Well, after all these years, the time has come. Yes, I always asked myself which brilliant idea would be the cause, and this outstands any other. Doesn't it?"
End of chapter one.