Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in any way.

This is a story that I planned before any of the stories that I have posted. It wasn't until a few nights ago that I stated writing summaries of the chapters. There should be around thirteen chapters to this story, and I will try to make them as long as possible.

Please read and enjoy.

The Gift Of Time

Chapter One

Imperious Like Potion, I Think Not

"Ron, wait up!" Harry Potter yelled to his best friend Ronald Weasley.

It was now two weeks into Harry's fifth year. This year was exactly like the last, boring and stressful. The only classes that Ron and Harry enjoyed were Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Charms. The rest were dreadful and boring, like they had been the year before. Though they were that way, Harry was still comforted by it. It felt familiar.

Ron and Harry had Potions next period and they were running late. Potions was never dull or boring, it was just never fun. For but two reasons. Malfoy and Snape. Both were enemies to Ron and Harry. Snape had been worst enemies with Harry's father as a child, and had learned to hate Harry and his friends for that reason. Malfoy loved to follow his father and Snape's footsteps and hated Harry and Ron for the same reasons, only house rivalry was also added into that.

"Does it really matter if we're late?" said Ron, "Snape will take off points anyway!"

"Well, duh! Might as well try to please him. Might get us some respect," Harry growled back.

Harry was silently praying that he and Ron wouldn't be forced to sit in the Slytherin area like he had done the week before when he had been late. He was to sit next to Goyle who kept on grunting and making fists at him while Malfoy smirked his proud Slytherin-ass face.

Harry and Ron finally arrived at the potions classroom, just one minute before the class would start. To both Harry and Ron's horror, the only seats left were in the Slytherin area, like Harry had dreaded. One on Malfoy's left and one right in front of him.

A look of disgust appeared on Snape's face as he saw his two most hated pupils silently entering the room.

"Almost late; should have known to expect this from Gryffindors," he growled, "Ten points each from Gryffindor!"

"What?!" Ron said, as he took the seat in front of Malfoy," But we were on time!"

"By one minute! You should know to arrive at the classroom ahead of time. No class you two have!"

Snape snarled at them and sat down at his desk, beginning to fiddle through his papers. Meanwhile, Ron was doodling in his notepad, clearly annoyed. Harry was trying to move himself away from Malfoy, and the smell of his strong French Milled soap, only to back into Crabbe, who was sending him death glares.

Suddenly Snape jumped up from his seat. He grabbed his chalk off his desk and began to make his way over to the blackboard.

"Today, I am going to teach you how to create a Fizend Potion," he announced to the class.

Most of the class looked confused, none of them having heard of the potion before.

"Potter! Will you tell me what the Fizend potion is used for?"

Harry shrugged, slightly sinking into his seat.

"Of course you wouldn't notice it. A dunderhead like you could tell apart oil and water!"

Harry glared at Snape as he turned to his desk.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for that look!" Snape snarled, surprising Harry who hadn't expected that he had seen.

Draco was smirking at Harry from his seat, annoying Harry even more. Draco ripped a sheet of paper from his notepad, crumpled it and threw it at the back of Ron's head.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Is there a problem?" Snape growled.

"Malfoy just threw a piece of parchment at me!"

Snape looked over to Malfoy.

"Did you throw a piece of parchment at Weasley?"

"No, Sir."

Snape gave Ron a look of disgust.

"Lying to a teacher. Thirty points."

Ron angrily began to scribble in his notepad.

Snape approached the blackboard and began to write the ingredients of the potions.

"The Fizend Potion is a potion that works similarly like the Imperius curse. The only difference is that the Fizend Potion is legal. This potion is mostly used for those who cannot accomplish a certain task on their own without being controlled by a spell. Another difference with this potion is that it cannot be used for torture of others and illegal maters. Today, you will brew your own Fizend potion and when you are done, the vials should be placed on my desk. Begin!"

The class began to create their potions, using the vials and bottles that had been left for them on their desks. The students were forced to work with the person next to them. To Harry's disgust, the person on Draco's right had already found a partner, leaving Harry to work with Malfoy. Ron was forced to work with Blaise, a boy, which scared Ron beyond belief. Both Harry and Ron were jealous of Hermione, who had gotten to class early, and was working with Dean in the Gryffindor area.

"Let's get this over with Potter," Malfoy spat as he began to fix up the ingredients, "You don't want to work with me, and I don't want to work with you, so lets just do this and you could go back to being the loser that you are. Now slice those Farseleaves!"

Harry did as he was told, and began to slice up the Farseleaves like Malfoy had instructed him to do. He didn't want to start a scene, especially after what had happened during the beginning of the class.

After twenty minutes of chopping, shredding and mixing ingredients, Harry and Malfoy were still only half done. Harry couldn't believe it was taking so long. The rest of the class were all ahead of them. Even Neville and Seamus. Maybe Malfoy was doing it on purpose to make Harry fail. Malfoy already had high marks in this class, and Harry knew that even if they failed this, Snape would find a reason to give Malfoy and O or and E.

Suddenly a blow was heard, and Harry's head snapped up.

"Of course, it's always you," came Snape's drawling voice.

Like usual, it was Neville. Neville was always the one to screw up major in their potions class. It seemed that it was only in their Herbology class that Neville could achieve a high mark. But Harry didn't care. He had long since dropped that subject.

Poor Neville.

'And I thought he was doing better than me,' Harry thought, 'Fiou.'

Harry watched in annoyance as Snape told off his friend and had him sent from the Potions classroom to the hospital wing. It was always Neville.

"Stop staring and get back to the potion!" Malfoy hissed at Harry.

"Don't have to be so rude," Harry mumbled.

Another ten minutes passed of the class, and Harry and Draco had but five ingredients to add to their potion. Harry was just getting up from his seat when...splash.

Draco had spilt the potion all over Harry.

It felt as if Harry's whole body was on fire. He began to scream in pain, causing the whole class to stare in horror and their classmate. Harry couldn't bear the pain. It was like he was in an overly heated sauna with a large amount of bees.

"Harry!" yelled Ron.

Ron ran over to Harry's side, as did Hermione, from the side of the classroom where she had been sitting. Just as Ron got over to Harry, Harry collapsed to the floor. Ron and Hermione kneeled by their friend's side, calling out his name, not caring that Snape was yelling at them to leave him alone.

"Get away from Potter!" Snape yelled.

Ron and Hermione paid no attention.

"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Hermione chanted.

Ron was slapping Harry's cheeks slightly.

"Come one, Harry."

Snape was running to the trio's side, ready to pull the two off Harry. He pushed Malfoy to the side, when Harry stirred.

"Wah?" he moaned, "What happened?"

"You passed out. Spilled your potion on you."

"Oh."

"Weasley! Granger! Back to your seats! Potter, fifty points from Gryffindor. Look at this mess; you will come to see me after class for detention to clean this."

"What about me?" asked Malfoy, "Will I lose marks because he ruined our potion?"

"Of course not; only Potter will be losing the marks. And that's another twenty points from Gryffindor for ruining another classmate's class work. Now go to the hospital wing and get out of my sight!"

Harry stormed from the classroom, very pissed at both Malfoy and Snape. It was always them ruining his day. He wished he could do something to them, but then people would think Harry was evil or something. It wasn't like the press didn't think that anyway.

As Harry walked into the hospital wing, he saw Neville lying on the bed closest to the door. His arms were covered with a thick green cream, probably covering whatever the potions had caused.

"What happened to you?" asked Neville.

"Malfoy spilled the potion on me. I passed out and Snape sent me here."

"That sounds like something Malfoy would do. Did you get into trouble?"

"Fifty points for the mess and twenty points for ruining Malfoy's marks. Which he isn't even losing!"

"That sucks, mate."

Madame Pomfrey suddenly came into the room, an annoyed look etched into her features.

"May I ask what you would like?"

"Professor Snape sent me here. I spilt a potion on me, and I think it's made me sick."

"Oh dear. Just go sit on that bed."

Harry sat on the bed, just right of Neville's and waited while Madame Pomfrey ran over to get her wand. She game over to him moments later, her wand in her hand. She waved the wand in over Harry's head, and a piece of parchment appeared in her opposite hand. She read over the sheet and then smiled.

"There is nothing wrong."

Harry knew that the test was wrong. He still fell dizzy and light-headed.

"But Madam Pomfrey, I feel all dizzy and light headed. I even passed out in class."

"Maybe the effects of the potions have already passed. That could be the only answer. These tests and almost ninety-nine percent right."

He nodded.

Harry got up from his seat and left the Wing, giving a wave of goodbye to Neville. Once out of the room, he found Ron and Hermione waiting for him.

"So what happened?" asked Ron.

"She couldn't find anything wrong with me."

"Are you sure?" asked Hermione, "You look a little pale."

"I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine," Harry assured his friends, "What class do we have next?"

"Transfiguration," Ron moaned, "Another horrible class."

Harry and Hermione laughed and the two of them made their way to their next class. Little did Harry know what would be happening that night.

Author's Note: So? Did you like it? I should be posting the next chapter soon. Please tell me whether I should continue. Please review!