A Beautiful Morning
Author's note: Okay, I've misspelled a few important words that people would bug about it to me until I changed it, so I did. And there's a part that I left one very important detail out. However . . . I DON'T CARE! It's my fic, therefore, if I say it's this, then it's this! I'll try not to do that later on, but just go with the flow from now on, please? I already have too many people pointing my little plot wholes at home. -_-;
It was a sunny day, the first one in many weeks for the students at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The freshly fallen snow, covering everything, gleamed as white and pure as an angel's wing, almost too bright to look upon. From his dorm room windows, the outside day looked beautiful.
He got dressed and went down to meet the new day, like the many other boys and girls, and found that even though a summer sun was shining, the winter wind was blowing.
"Man, it's too cold to play right now!" a girl near him rubbed his arms. "Come on, let's get ready for our first class."
One by one, the students all left to get ready for their classes, aside from him. He stayed and looked at the beautiful scene. He knew that later on, when the sun was high enough to push away the wind, the other kids would come out, and ruin it all . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A shriek from above him caught him off guard and all he could do was look up and watch a little black dot become a form, that form become a human, that human crash into him.
"OW!" he and the girl yelled in unison. With a groan, he pushed her off. "Damn you! What were you thinking!?"
The girl, clearly pissed off by him, snapped back, "I was thinking about how far my brains would be splattered!"
The boy, taken back by this, blinked at her and mumbled, "Uh . . . are you all right?"
The girl checked herself for any bleeding, broken limbs, and smiled, "Nope, I'm fine!" Her smile turned into a twisted smirk with a thought. "Too bad. My dad will be disappointed."
"Who the booldly hell are you?!" he asked, not recognizing her voice. She didn't sound British. For that matter, she didn't look British, either. She had on black boots with heels that could rival a pencil, tight, black jeans, a black shirt with bright red flames burning from the bottom to mid- way, and a black jacket that was open from a ripped zipper.
She snarled at him, and spat, "Someone's not in a good fucking mood, huh?" She then brightened up as if no insult war had just happened. She smiled happily as she got up. "I'm Cat. Who are you?"
He stood up. "I'm Draco Malfoy," he said as if his name as if he were important.
"Bitchin' name!" she exclaimed and kissed him on the cheek before running off.
For a second, Draco just stood there, looking at the beautiful scene, shocked. All of him was chilled by the cold wind, all but the place where she laid her lips upon his skin. Then he remember where he was and who he was. He cursed to the trees, as if the girl, Cat, would have heard him. With a curse in the air and a snarl on his lips, Draco Malfoy went back into Howgarts to get ready for the day, feeling better about himself already. No girl can get to him so easily, but it was very good for his ego that she had tried.
A Beautiful Morning
(part 2)
The noise of chatter bounced off the cool, stone walls. The roof - transparent from an enchantment - showed the clear, blue sky. Food appeared and the children began to eat their meal. Milk, eggs, toast, and many other foods that go un-named, the kids filled their faces and let their taste buds go wild with the crunch or slurp of this wonderful food. Anything today would seem wonderful, with the sun cursing to the peeks of the sky.
As children sat down for their breakfast when Draco came in late, not talking to anyone, but just doing his usual routine, as if he was a machine. He wasn't truly late, but it was considered late if you arrived to eat after everyone else did, ten minutes ago. He got a few glares and harsh whispers from the trio of fools sitting at the Gryfindor table and a few questions from his two idiots at on either side of him, but he didn't pay them any heed. His thoughts were still outside with the snow.
"A-hem," Dumbledor's voice rose above the noise. Everyone stopped talking and listened to his speech. "Every once and while, we get a late student. It's not because he or she hasn't found their magic yet, but it is because that student needed to be transferred here. One very special young girl has come from America to study at Hogwarts. I hope that you will make her feel welcome and her trip was worth it."
Everyone clapped and Dumbledor waved for the girl to come up. She went to him with the grace of a cat, making everyone give a second glance. Her hair fell to her shoulders in a wave of gold, eyes as blue as the winter skies, and her pale skin seemed to balance out her doll-like features. The room fell silent and all could be heard was a few scattered whispers and the click of her heels as her hips swung her legs to the Headmaster. He motioned her to the stool in front of the teacher's table. When she sat on it, he took out the Sorting Hat and placed it upon her head, basically covering her eyes as it was too big for her.
"Hmmm, yes . . ." it mumbled to itself. "You have a desire for books and knowledge, that can be great for RavenClaw-"
"Hell no!" harshly whispered the girl, who Draco now realized was the same one from out side, Cat.
"No RavenClaw? But you can go far."
"No! No RavenClaw!"
"You could do good Gryfindor."
"No, PLEASE NOT GRYFINDOR!" Cat whined, closing her eyes for a moment, though it didn't really change her view of the room, being half-blinded by the Hat.
All of the students became quiet, and the processors didn't ruin the silent. The tension was so thick, you could walk upon like an extra rug. They were all waiting to see where this intrusting girl would be placed. Never have they seen such a girl, and just by her looks, they new she was more different from all of them in more ways than the one sitting next to them.
"Very well . . ." he sighed. "Then I see you in HufflePuff."
"You don't have much of a life, do you?" Cat sneered. When the Hat didn't say anything, she continued, "If you don't want to go as burning ashes, then don't put me in Huffle-fucking-Puff!"
"NOW I know where you put you! SLYTHERIN!" the Hat shouted so everyone in the deadly silent room would jump, listing the echo bounce off the walls. For three of the four houses, it was a shocked. For the other house, it was still a shock, but it was a better shock than the other three houses got!
Cat gave a small sound of joy, snapping everyone out of their shocked state; hoped down as soon as the Headmaster pulled off the Sorting Hat and half ran to the Slytherin table, which was filled with cheering kids.
"Hey, seat taken?" she asked, and it took a second for Draco to realize she was talking to him.
"Uh, no. Crab, move over!" he spat and his goon obeyed.
She smiled and sat down. "So," she started. "I'm going to need someone to show me around the school."
Although some other boys, and a few girls, looked up and offered to show her around, she didn't pay attention to them. Finally, Draco nodded and she smiled and thought; I'm going to like it here.
A Beautiful Morning
"So, what's that?"
"The bathroom."
"That?"
"The girl's dorm."
"And that?"
"The boy's dorm."
"Cool! I wanna see it!"
"What?!" Draco asked, nearly stumbling in his even steps.
"I want to see the boy's dorm!" Cat repeated. With an evil, lustful smirk, she added, "Especially your room."
Draco quickly regained his poster. "Well, you can't, idiot. Girls aren't allowed in the boy's dorm."
"So?" she looked innocently at him.
Draco quickly changed the subject. "Come on, or we'll be late for our class. What is your first class, anyway?"
"Potions, with Professor Snape," she answered automatically.
"That's my first class, too," Draco looked surprised and happy at the same time for a split second, then went back to his usual ego-filled look. "Come on, Professor Snape doesn't like late students."
"Okay, Drackie," she smirked and ran down the hallway, pulling him along.
In Potions, everyone sat in their usual seats, and Cat sat next to Draco, despite the glares from his goons. Professor Snape came in and everyone quieted down.
"Morning, class," he said in his usual depressed-like tone. "Today you will be learning how to make a Slow Potion."
"Cool!" Cat whispered, but the professor over heard it anyway.
"Ah, our student from America has graced us with her presence," Snape sneered as he seemed to float over to the table that Cat sat at.
"Hi, I'm Cat," she smiled cheerfully, trying to pass off as innocent.
Snape didn't by it. "How bad was America to make you come all the way over an ocean to learn some magic?" he asked, almost lightly.
"It's not bad. I came to get away from the pricks at the Salem Witchcraft and Wizardry School." That got some snickers from the muggle-born girls and glares from the muggle-born boys. Everyone else that was a pure wizard or witch, had no idea what a prick was.
"Oh, so you think you learned something from their teachings?" he asked, saying teachings as if didn't believe in it - at least not the American teachings.
"More or less," Cat shrugged.
"Then, if I were to look for the rare plant, Red-eye tulip, where would I go?"
"To the coast of Chili, South America. They grow about twenty feet under the water on the cliffs walls," she said like she was giving directions to Dudgeon Alley.
Snape, however, seemed determined to find her ignorance. "If I wished to cure a White Russian Werewolf bite?"
"Go get some dried willow roots from your average potion store, some centaur main hairs, and a two-inch, nine-tenths long, four inches wide strip of Red Willow bark, that only grows in the mid area of Canada. You mix them all together in pixies blood and on the next full moon, before the change happens, drink it and you should be fine. Of course, if that doesn't work, you can always cut off the one thing that supplies the hormones to change into a White Russian Werewolf - the genitals. Or, in a females case, the uterus."
Everyone stared in awe at the new girl, who seemed as if she knew nothing but what was required. They hadn't even heard of a White Russian Werewolf, and yet, here's a girl from America giving them the antidote to their bites!
"Impressive. Fifty points to Slytherin." Snape said and went to teach his class. "Today, you will learn how to make a Slow Potion . . ."
With Cat, Draco and his goons made the perfect Slow Potion, which was suppose to slow down someone for about some time. (No one knew how long because the slow potion was used only to slow down someone to kill them.) At the end of the period, they all got an "A" for the day.
"But, how do we know if it will work?" Cat asked, an evil smirk forming on her lips. "Wouldn't we have to try on someone, say, someone who doesn't except it?"
"We could get in trouble," Draco said, his mouth copying Cat's.
"I know. Fun, isn't it?"
Though Draco didn't say aloud, he agreed.
During lunchtime, when everyone was eating away, a sly figure swept threw the crowd, to the child. With the grace and speed of a cheetah, the girl got closer and closer to the oblivious kid with the unruly black hair. She waited until he was so absorbed in his conversion with his red-headed friend that he would notice a girl come up behind him and...
"Hi!" Cat said in an almost shriek.
It worked just as she had planned, the boy gave a little jump and knocked over his glass of milk.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said in a remorseful tone, although it would have taken a blind man to not see she wasn't sorry. Too bad that the boy wasn't looking at her, but looking for more napkins to clean up the spill. "Here, let me pore you another drink."
"Thank you," he mumbled in a distance voice, as if the response was conditioned.
She pored the milk into the glass and a little potion slipped out of it's bottle, where the cap just so happened to be loose. Giving it back to him, she smiled sweetly and said, "I'm really sorry. I just wanted to meet you. You're Harry Potter, right?"
"Yes," his voice was just a tad annoyed. Guess being one of the famous wizards, everyone wants to meet you. "Who are you?"
"I'm Cat," she smiled whole heatedly.
"You're that new girl," Harry's red-headed friend said with his mouth full. "The one that threatened the Sorting Hat."
Cat raised an eye brow. "Yeah, and you are?"
The boy gulped down his food and grin, "I'm Ron Weasly, and this is Hermione Granger." He motioned to the girl sitting across the table with her nose in a book. She gave a small hi and then went back to her world of ink and information. Ron continued as if it were normal, "So, what'd ya want to meet Harry for?"
"Well, he is the boy-who-lived," she rolled her eyes.
"You know about that?" Harry asked, wide-eyed.
"Of course! What, did you think that you were only famous here? Everyone who's a witch or wizard knows you! I wanted to meet you because my little sister will be going to school here in a few years and she wanted to know if you're holding out for a special someone or if you'll be interested in her."
"Oh . . ." Harry started, trying to find the right words. "Uh, don't you think she'll be a little too young for me?"
"She says that age doesn't matter as long as it's true love," Cat spoke with a matter of faculty voice.
"Um . . . Well . . ." Harry took a gulp of his milk to help him clear his throat.
Perfect. "I'll let you think about it . . . Maybe you just need to slow down and think about it. She's a really nice girl. A little slow, but nice." Cat got up and shook his hand. "Well, I needed to get to the library. Man, this day seems to go by so slow! See ya, Harry!"
When Ron gave a snort, Harry turned to him and gave him a questioning look. Ron replied, "She's just met you and she's already calling you by your first name."
"That's how they call everyone in America, stupid," Hermione sneered. "All teenagers called anyone who's not a teacher or business person by their first name."
"Oh, and you would know!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Of course," Hermione shut her book and read the title, "'Foreign Muggle and Magic Traditions, Volume eighty-six.'"
Ron sighed and turned to Harry, "Can you believe they even have a book with such a boring subject?"
Harry rose his shoulders slowly, then let them drop at the same even, slow space. "They had one on how Pod Babies got their names," Harry said, drawing each word like a southern American man.
"Whoa! What happened to your voice?" He asked, wide-eyed.
"What are you talking about?" Harry raised an eyebrow, very slowly.
"You're talking all slow-"
"Come on, it's time to go to class," Hermione and got up, swung her back pack over her shoulders and walked out.
"It's time to go to class. It's time to go to class," Ron mocked her voice, but got up away. Patting Harry on the back, he smiled, "Come on, we've got Defense Against Dark Arts next."
Harry rose out of his seat, got his back pack and noticed that everyone had already cleared the room. "Guess everyone's in a big hurry today," Harry shrugged and made his way to the door.
~ Thirty minutes later ~
"An-and so, you see, if you hold yo-your wand like th-this," their stuttering professor showed the class how to defended themselves against a man-e-eating p-p-pl-ant when he looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. "Ah, M-mister P-p-potter. I-I was wondering when you would show up," his voice just on a tad on the sarcastic side.
A few snickers were heard here and there, but they all grew worried when they saw Harry walk very slowly to his seat, saying, "Ssssssooooooorrryyyyyyyy."
A boy stuck his foot out just as Harry reach him and he tripped Harry. Harry tumbled down to the floor in slow motion. His arms stretched out and it looked like a slow motion scene from a Muggle movie. The boy who had tripped him got up and pointed to Harry, who was half-way done with falling. "I knew it! He has a Slow Potion on him! We made them in Potions and that's what happens to someone who drinks it!"
Everyone gasped or looked shocked, aside from two kids in the back, Draco and Cat. They gave each other sly smiles and watched the defenseless Harry move closer and closer to the ground with the same look of amusement on their faces. Of course, no one was paying attention to them. They were all watching Harry.
"S-someone, please, t-t-take him-m to the infirmity."
The boy who was standing motioned for one of his friends to help Harry. The two nameless boys took Harry's shoulders and pushed him upright. A green tint started to come into his face, but the boys didn't notice it and spun him around to face the door.
"Stop that!" Hermione cried, standing up. When she saw that everyone had eyes on her, she continued a little shyly, "When someone had a Slow Potion, they think that they're going at the normal pace they're always at, it's just the rest of the world that's fast. So, if you move him too fast, it'll be like . . . like . . ."
"Like your broom going wacko on a windy day," Ron finished for her.
"Yes," she nodded to him in thanks. "And then, if you go to fast with him- "
A bunch of ewes rang threw the classroom like a choir. Harry had opened his mouth and his lunch was coming out of it, in all of its slow glory.
"That happens," Hermione sighed, trying to not look disgusted.
A boy near the front grabbed the garbage can and handed it to one of the boys. He stuck it under Harry's chin and waited for his lunch to come out of the tunnel, which it went down.
All of a sudden, the potion seemed to loose its grasp on Harry and he vomited up his lunch, bringing a chorus of sickening noises that made every boy cringe and every girl give some sound of disgust. It also surprised the boy who was holding the bucket. He dropped it from the sudden weight and vomit splattered all over the floor.
"Ah!" the other boy jumped away from it, only getting a few specks on his shoes.
Harry fell to the floor, wrenching up everything and dry-heavy when his lunch and breakfast lade on the floor for everyone to look at and smell. After a while, his stomach seemed to settle down and he gulped down air, despite the bile, half-digestive smell of his own vomit.
"Professor?" Hermione asked. The professor looked at her and she asks, "Is it alright if Ron and I take Harry to the infirmity?"
"Yes, g-go right ah-head,"
"Thank you. Come on, Ron."
Hermione and Ron got up and did their best to avoid the mess on the floor. They took the shaken Harry out of the classroom and down the hallway to the infirmity.
"Man, Harry, how did you drink a Slow Potion? Not on purpose, I hope," Ron asked, worried.
"No, I didn't even think I drank it," Harry's voice was hoarse from all of the acid that climbed threw his throat. "Someone must have slipped it into my drink."
"Who?"
"Who else?" Hermione questioned.
All at once, they said, "Cat."
Back in the classroom, the only thing that kept Cat and Draco from bursting out with laughter was the stench that Harry had created. Everyone was complaining about the smell, so the professor took everyone out of the room and to an empty, better smelling one. He stopped the janitor on the way and after stumbling on a few hundred words, one of the kids told him what had happened. The janitor said he'd clean it up and went off, mumbling about how stupid kids are today, to drink a slow potion.
Draco and Cat followed everyone, pretending to be disgusted with the scene, which they half were. However, the amusement over ruled their disgust and they enjoyed the winter's sun and their own genius.
Author's note: Okay, I've misspelled a few important words that people would bug about it to me until I changed it, so I did. And there's a part that I left one very important detail out. However . . . I DON'T CARE! It's my fic, therefore, if I say it's this, then it's this! I'll try not to do that later on, but just go with the flow from now on, please? I already have too many people pointing my little plot wholes at home. -_-;
It was a sunny day, the first one in many weeks for the students at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The freshly fallen snow, covering everything, gleamed as white and pure as an angel's wing, almost too bright to look upon. From his dorm room windows, the outside day looked beautiful.
He got dressed and went down to meet the new day, like the many other boys and girls, and found that even though a summer sun was shining, the winter wind was blowing.
"Man, it's too cold to play right now!" a girl near him rubbed his arms. "Come on, let's get ready for our first class."
One by one, the students all left to get ready for their classes, aside from him. He stayed and looked at the beautiful scene. He knew that later on, when the sun was high enough to push away the wind, the other kids would come out, and ruin it all . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A shriek from above him caught him off guard and all he could do was look up and watch a little black dot become a form, that form become a human, that human crash into him.
"OW!" he and the girl yelled in unison. With a groan, he pushed her off. "Damn you! What were you thinking!?"
The girl, clearly pissed off by him, snapped back, "I was thinking about how far my brains would be splattered!"
The boy, taken back by this, blinked at her and mumbled, "Uh . . . are you all right?"
The girl checked herself for any bleeding, broken limbs, and smiled, "Nope, I'm fine!" Her smile turned into a twisted smirk with a thought. "Too bad. My dad will be disappointed."
"Who the booldly hell are you?!" he asked, not recognizing her voice. She didn't sound British. For that matter, she didn't look British, either. She had on black boots with heels that could rival a pencil, tight, black jeans, a black shirt with bright red flames burning from the bottom to mid- way, and a black jacket that was open from a ripped zipper.
She snarled at him, and spat, "Someone's not in a good fucking mood, huh?" She then brightened up as if no insult war had just happened. She smiled happily as she got up. "I'm Cat. Who are you?"
He stood up. "I'm Draco Malfoy," he said as if his name as if he were important.
"Bitchin' name!" she exclaimed and kissed him on the cheek before running off.
For a second, Draco just stood there, looking at the beautiful scene, shocked. All of him was chilled by the cold wind, all but the place where she laid her lips upon his skin. Then he remember where he was and who he was. He cursed to the trees, as if the girl, Cat, would have heard him. With a curse in the air and a snarl on his lips, Draco Malfoy went back into Howgarts to get ready for the day, feeling better about himself already. No girl can get to him so easily, but it was very good for his ego that she had tried.
A Beautiful Morning
(part 2)
The noise of chatter bounced off the cool, stone walls. The roof - transparent from an enchantment - showed the clear, blue sky. Food appeared and the children began to eat their meal. Milk, eggs, toast, and many other foods that go un-named, the kids filled their faces and let their taste buds go wild with the crunch or slurp of this wonderful food. Anything today would seem wonderful, with the sun cursing to the peeks of the sky.
As children sat down for their breakfast when Draco came in late, not talking to anyone, but just doing his usual routine, as if he was a machine. He wasn't truly late, but it was considered late if you arrived to eat after everyone else did, ten minutes ago. He got a few glares and harsh whispers from the trio of fools sitting at the Gryfindor table and a few questions from his two idiots at on either side of him, but he didn't pay them any heed. His thoughts were still outside with the snow.
"A-hem," Dumbledor's voice rose above the noise. Everyone stopped talking and listened to his speech. "Every once and while, we get a late student. It's not because he or she hasn't found their magic yet, but it is because that student needed to be transferred here. One very special young girl has come from America to study at Hogwarts. I hope that you will make her feel welcome and her trip was worth it."
Everyone clapped and Dumbledor waved for the girl to come up. She went to him with the grace of a cat, making everyone give a second glance. Her hair fell to her shoulders in a wave of gold, eyes as blue as the winter skies, and her pale skin seemed to balance out her doll-like features. The room fell silent and all could be heard was a few scattered whispers and the click of her heels as her hips swung her legs to the Headmaster. He motioned her to the stool in front of the teacher's table. When she sat on it, he took out the Sorting Hat and placed it upon her head, basically covering her eyes as it was too big for her.
"Hmmm, yes . . ." it mumbled to itself. "You have a desire for books and knowledge, that can be great for RavenClaw-"
"Hell no!" harshly whispered the girl, who Draco now realized was the same one from out side, Cat.
"No RavenClaw? But you can go far."
"No! No RavenClaw!"
"You could do good Gryfindor."
"No, PLEASE NOT GRYFINDOR!" Cat whined, closing her eyes for a moment, though it didn't really change her view of the room, being half-blinded by the Hat.
All of the students became quiet, and the processors didn't ruin the silent. The tension was so thick, you could walk upon like an extra rug. They were all waiting to see where this intrusting girl would be placed. Never have they seen such a girl, and just by her looks, they new she was more different from all of them in more ways than the one sitting next to them.
"Very well . . ." he sighed. "Then I see you in HufflePuff."
"You don't have much of a life, do you?" Cat sneered. When the Hat didn't say anything, she continued, "If you don't want to go as burning ashes, then don't put me in Huffle-fucking-Puff!"
"NOW I know where you put you! SLYTHERIN!" the Hat shouted so everyone in the deadly silent room would jump, listing the echo bounce off the walls. For three of the four houses, it was a shocked. For the other house, it was still a shock, but it was a better shock than the other three houses got!
Cat gave a small sound of joy, snapping everyone out of their shocked state; hoped down as soon as the Headmaster pulled off the Sorting Hat and half ran to the Slytherin table, which was filled with cheering kids.
"Hey, seat taken?" she asked, and it took a second for Draco to realize she was talking to him.
"Uh, no. Crab, move over!" he spat and his goon obeyed.
She smiled and sat down. "So," she started. "I'm going to need someone to show me around the school."
Although some other boys, and a few girls, looked up and offered to show her around, she didn't pay attention to them. Finally, Draco nodded and she smiled and thought; I'm going to like it here.
A Beautiful Morning
"So, what's that?"
"The bathroom."
"That?"
"The girl's dorm."
"And that?"
"The boy's dorm."
"Cool! I wanna see it!"
"What?!" Draco asked, nearly stumbling in his even steps.
"I want to see the boy's dorm!" Cat repeated. With an evil, lustful smirk, she added, "Especially your room."
Draco quickly regained his poster. "Well, you can't, idiot. Girls aren't allowed in the boy's dorm."
"So?" she looked innocently at him.
Draco quickly changed the subject. "Come on, or we'll be late for our class. What is your first class, anyway?"
"Potions, with Professor Snape," she answered automatically.
"That's my first class, too," Draco looked surprised and happy at the same time for a split second, then went back to his usual ego-filled look. "Come on, Professor Snape doesn't like late students."
"Okay, Drackie," she smirked and ran down the hallway, pulling him along.
In Potions, everyone sat in their usual seats, and Cat sat next to Draco, despite the glares from his goons. Professor Snape came in and everyone quieted down.
"Morning, class," he said in his usual depressed-like tone. "Today you will be learning how to make a Slow Potion."
"Cool!" Cat whispered, but the professor over heard it anyway.
"Ah, our student from America has graced us with her presence," Snape sneered as he seemed to float over to the table that Cat sat at.
"Hi, I'm Cat," she smiled cheerfully, trying to pass off as innocent.
Snape didn't by it. "How bad was America to make you come all the way over an ocean to learn some magic?" he asked, almost lightly.
"It's not bad. I came to get away from the pricks at the Salem Witchcraft and Wizardry School." That got some snickers from the muggle-born girls and glares from the muggle-born boys. Everyone else that was a pure wizard or witch, had no idea what a prick was.
"Oh, so you think you learned something from their teachings?" he asked, saying teachings as if didn't believe in it - at least not the American teachings.
"More or less," Cat shrugged.
"Then, if I were to look for the rare plant, Red-eye tulip, where would I go?"
"To the coast of Chili, South America. They grow about twenty feet under the water on the cliffs walls," she said like she was giving directions to Dudgeon Alley.
Snape, however, seemed determined to find her ignorance. "If I wished to cure a White Russian Werewolf bite?"
"Go get some dried willow roots from your average potion store, some centaur main hairs, and a two-inch, nine-tenths long, four inches wide strip of Red Willow bark, that only grows in the mid area of Canada. You mix them all together in pixies blood and on the next full moon, before the change happens, drink it and you should be fine. Of course, if that doesn't work, you can always cut off the one thing that supplies the hormones to change into a White Russian Werewolf - the genitals. Or, in a females case, the uterus."
Everyone stared in awe at the new girl, who seemed as if she knew nothing but what was required. They hadn't even heard of a White Russian Werewolf, and yet, here's a girl from America giving them the antidote to their bites!
"Impressive. Fifty points to Slytherin." Snape said and went to teach his class. "Today, you will learn how to make a Slow Potion . . ."
With Cat, Draco and his goons made the perfect Slow Potion, which was suppose to slow down someone for about some time. (No one knew how long because the slow potion was used only to slow down someone to kill them.) At the end of the period, they all got an "A" for the day.
"But, how do we know if it will work?" Cat asked, an evil smirk forming on her lips. "Wouldn't we have to try on someone, say, someone who doesn't except it?"
"We could get in trouble," Draco said, his mouth copying Cat's.
"I know. Fun, isn't it?"
Though Draco didn't say aloud, he agreed.
During lunchtime, when everyone was eating away, a sly figure swept threw the crowd, to the child. With the grace and speed of a cheetah, the girl got closer and closer to the oblivious kid with the unruly black hair. She waited until he was so absorbed in his conversion with his red-headed friend that he would notice a girl come up behind him and...
"Hi!" Cat said in an almost shriek.
It worked just as she had planned, the boy gave a little jump and knocked over his glass of milk.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said in a remorseful tone, although it would have taken a blind man to not see she wasn't sorry. Too bad that the boy wasn't looking at her, but looking for more napkins to clean up the spill. "Here, let me pore you another drink."
"Thank you," he mumbled in a distance voice, as if the response was conditioned.
She pored the milk into the glass and a little potion slipped out of it's bottle, where the cap just so happened to be loose. Giving it back to him, she smiled sweetly and said, "I'm really sorry. I just wanted to meet you. You're Harry Potter, right?"
"Yes," his voice was just a tad annoyed. Guess being one of the famous wizards, everyone wants to meet you. "Who are you?"
"I'm Cat," she smiled whole heatedly.
"You're that new girl," Harry's red-headed friend said with his mouth full. "The one that threatened the Sorting Hat."
Cat raised an eye brow. "Yeah, and you are?"
The boy gulped down his food and grin, "I'm Ron Weasly, and this is Hermione Granger." He motioned to the girl sitting across the table with her nose in a book. She gave a small hi and then went back to her world of ink and information. Ron continued as if it were normal, "So, what'd ya want to meet Harry for?"
"Well, he is the boy-who-lived," she rolled her eyes.
"You know about that?" Harry asked, wide-eyed.
"Of course! What, did you think that you were only famous here? Everyone who's a witch or wizard knows you! I wanted to meet you because my little sister will be going to school here in a few years and she wanted to know if you're holding out for a special someone or if you'll be interested in her."
"Oh . . ." Harry started, trying to find the right words. "Uh, don't you think she'll be a little too young for me?"
"She says that age doesn't matter as long as it's true love," Cat spoke with a matter of faculty voice.
"Um . . . Well . . ." Harry took a gulp of his milk to help him clear his throat.
Perfect. "I'll let you think about it . . . Maybe you just need to slow down and think about it. She's a really nice girl. A little slow, but nice." Cat got up and shook his hand. "Well, I needed to get to the library. Man, this day seems to go by so slow! See ya, Harry!"
When Ron gave a snort, Harry turned to him and gave him a questioning look. Ron replied, "She's just met you and she's already calling you by your first name."
"That's how they call everyone in America, stupid," Hermione sneered. "All teenagers called anyone who's not a teacher or business person by their first name."
"Oh, and you would know!" Ron rolled his eyes.
"Of course," Hermione shut her book and read the title, "'Foreign Muggle and Magic Traditions, Volume eighty-six.'"
Ron sighed and turned to Harry, "Can you believe they even have a book with such a boring subject?"
Harry rose his shoulders slowly, then let them drop at the same even, slow space. "They had one on how Pod Babies got their names," Harry said, drawing each word like a southern American man.
"Whoa! What happened to your voice?" He asked, wide-eyed.
"What are you talking about?" Harry raised an eyebrow, very slowly.
"You're talking all slow-"
"Come on, it's time to go to class," Hermione and got up, swung her back pack over her shoulders and walked out.
"It's time to go to class. It's time to go to class," Ron mocked her voice, but got up away. Patting Harry on the back, he smiled, "Come on, we've got Defense Against Dark Arts next."
Harry rose out of his seat, got his back pack and noticed that everyone had already cleared the room. "Guess everyone's in a big hurry today," Harry shrugged and made his way to the door.
~ Thirty minutes later ~
"An-and so, you see, if you hold yo-your wand like th-this," their stuttering professor showed the class how to defended themselves against a man-e-eating p-p-pl-ant when he looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. "Ah, M-mister P-p-potter. I-I was wondering when you would show up," his voice just on a tad on the sarcastic side.
A few snickers were heard here and there, but they all grew worried when they saw Harry walk very slowly to his seat, saying, "Ssssssooooooorrryyyyyyyy."
A boy stuck his foot out just as Harry reach him and he tripped Harry. Harry tumbled down to the floor in slow motion. His arms stretched out and it looked like a slow motion scene from a Muggle movie. The boy who had tripped him got up and pointed to Harry, who was half-way done with falling. "I knew it! He has a Slow Potion on him! We made them in Potions and that's what happens to someone who drinks it!"
Everyone gasped or looked shocked, aside from two kids in the back, Draco and Cat. They gave each other sly smiles and watched the defenseless Harry move closer and closer to the ground with the same look of amusement on their faces. Of course, no one was paying attention to them. They were all watching Harry.
"S-someone, please, t-t-take him-m to the infirmity."
The boy who was standing motioned for one of his friends to help Harry. The two nameless boys took Harry's shoulders and pushed him upright. A green tint started to come into his face, but the boys didn't notice it and spun him around to face the door.
"Stop that!" Hermione cried, standing up. When she saw that everyone had eyes on her, she continued a little shyly, "When someone had a Slow Potion, they think that they're going at the normal pace they're always at, it's just the rest of the world that's fast. So, if you move him too fast, it'll be like . . . like . . ."
"Like your broom going wacko on a windy day," Ron finished for her.
"Yes," she nodded to him in thanks. "And then, if you go to fast with him- "
A bunch of ewes rang threw the classroom like a choir. Harry had opened his mouth and his lunch was coming out of it, in all of its slow glory.
"That happens," Hermione sighed, trying to not look disgusted.
A boy near the front grabbed the garbage can and handed it to one of the boys. He stuck it under Harry's chin and waited for his lunch to come out of the tunnel, which it went down.
All of a sudden, the potion seemed to loose its grasp on Harry and he vomited up his lunch, bringing a chorus of sickening noises that made every boy cringe and every girl give some sound of disgust. It also surprised the boy who was holding the bucket. He dropped it from the sudden weight and vomit splattered all over the floor.
"Ah!" the other boy jumped away from it, only getting a few specks on his shoes.
Harry fell to the floor, wrenching up everything and dry-heavy when his lunch and breakfast lade on the floor for everyone to look at and smell. After a while, his stomach seemed to settle down and he gulped down air, despite the bile, half-digestive smell of his own vomit.
"Professor?" Hermione asked. The professor looked at her and she asks, "Is it alright if Ron and I take Harry to the infirmity?"
"Yes, g-go right ah-head,"
"Thank you. Come on, Ron."
Hermione and Ron got up and did their best to avoid the mess on the floor. They took the shaken Harry out of the classroom and down the hallway to the infirmity.
"Man, Harry, how did you drink a Slow Potion? Not on purpose, I hope," Ron asked, worried.
"No, I didn't even think I drank it," Harry's voice was hoarse from all of the acid that climbed threw his throat. "Someone must have slipped it into my drink."
"Who?"
"Who else?" Hermione questioned.
All at once, they said, "Cat."
Back in the classroom, the only thing that kept Cat and Draco from bursting out with laughter was the stench that Harry had created. Everyone was complaining about the smell, so the professor took everyone out of the room and to an empty, better smelling one. He stopped the janitor on the way and after stumbling on a few hundred words, one of the kids told him what had happened. The janitor said he'd clean it up and went off, mumbling about how stupid kids are today, to drink a slow potion.
Draco and Cat followed everyone, pretending to be disgusted with the scene, which they half were. However, the amusement over ruled their disgust and they enjoyed the winter's sun and their own genius.