Harry Potter and the Mothers' Intriguing Life Flings
Chapter 4
Co-Writer GreyKing46
We do not own these Harry Potter characters. All rights and credit go to J. K. Rowling
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"Class dismissed. I want you all to review the next two potions in the book." Professor Slughorn instructed and let them leave.
Harry closed his book however that was when he noticed some text on the page. A warning. Apparently if the potion was incorrectly brewed and entered the blood stream it could cause psychological damage.
'Was...THAT the reason she was mad?' Harry thought as he put his books away.
Everyone went back to their friends and left the class. Harry was one of the first ones, mostly because he felt the daggers of glares coming from a certain Slytherin from the other table.
Yes, Sev was glaring at Harry. 'How could he get a perfect potion?' He thought, feeling jealous. Someone who he didn't know was taking away one of the things he loved.
The attention he deserved for being the best at potions
"Sev? Are you-?" Lily asked, seeing her friend's scowl towards Harry.
"Fine." He responded through clenched teeth as he put his books in his bag and began to walk away.
"Sev." Lily frowned, seeing her friend act like this.
"Come on, Lily." Alice spoke, pulling her away.
With the Marauders, the four Gryffindor boys, they were confused on how Harry and Severus got the potion right. It was near impossible for the others to do it. Well, Sirius was right next to Severus, but he wasn't paying much attention.
"Should we just ask him?" Remus commented simply
"Come on, Remus. Where's your sense of fun? We try and see what the book showed him." Sirius answered
"S-Stealing?" Peter asked nervously, almost biting his nails at that thought
"Not 'stealing', but just quickly borrowing." Sirius answered.
James mulled it over. "No, we maybe pranksters...Stealing. No, no way."
"Just a thought." Sirius answered as Remus looked at him. "FINE. We'll ask."
Harry was walking through the corridors to get to the Great Hall. He needed some lunch and after what happened in Potions...he could use a good meal for the rest of the day. But he was stopped as he got to the garden in the centre court of the castle. "How? Huh? how did you make that potion?" Sev demanded as he saw Harry.
"Pardon?" Harry blinked
"That anti-fever potion. How did you know? Everyone follows the book's old instructions to the letter. So how did YOU get a perfect result?" Sev demanded, almost going for his wand.
"Because I didn't follow the books instructions." Harry said, preparing to lie. Living with the Dursley's for so long and the trouble he has been in, he knows the best way to lie is to mix it with the truth "My mother is a potions mistress and she has taught me stuff about potions all my life, she even gave me her old potions book with hints and tips to making potions that I have been working on. It's been a family project."
Sev looked at Harry, feeling hurt now. He was jealous that Harry had bested him...but hadn't thought about who he was. His mother was a Potions Mistress made sense to him. He was majorly self-taught with this his second hand 'Advance Potion-Making' book, he worked hard to do this, to be good at something. "I. I'm sorry." Sev apologised. "I didn't-." He tried to continue but left.
"H.. hey, wait!" Harry called, suddenly feeling guilty
Sev walked away, ignoring Harry. He couldn't bear to face him.
"Wait!" Harry called out and stopped him
"What?" Sev asked looking at Harry, feeling sad and anger. Sadness for himself since he didn't feel unique anymore, and anger that Harry was in his way, while also looking like James Potter.
"I... Look. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come across as rude." Harry sighed, seeing a pain in Sev's eyes he recognised from the mirror "I had a friend like you before I moved here. She was the top of her class, brilliant. And she got defensive when she felt that spot threatened after she had done so much hard work. It's okay, I get it. So... Fresh start?"
Harry extended his hand out, as a sign of good measure.
Sev looked at it with distrust. Hardly anyone was willing to give him a second chance...But Harry. His words were genuine.
He awkwardly took Harry's hand and shook it. "Fresh start."
"I'm Harry." Harry reintroduced himself.
"Severus." Sev answered back, exhaling gently and felt better.
"Nice to meet you." Harry said, SLIGHTLY forcing a smile
The two broke the handshake and nodded. "So...A potion's mistress?" Sev asked, intrigued at Harry's knowledge.
"Yeah, she is." Harry nodded, keeping up the story. "She isn't some ground breaking genius, she just supplies a few local hospitals and such."
"Interesting." Sev responded with a nod. "And how did you find the Three Sisters as partners?"
"I'm sorry?" Harry asked
"Bella, Cissy and Dromeda. They're called the 'Three Sisters', simple and to the point. They're some of Slytherin's best students." Sev answered
"Oh, yeah. They-they were fine. Bellatrix...Well, she almost lost her hand." Harry admitted, seeing no reason to lie about what happened earlier.
"Ah...Yes, that potion IS a bit erratic if done incorrectly." Sev agreed. "But you stopped it, so she's okay."
Harry nodded at that. But the thought of him saving Bellatrix Lestrange in ANY situation was conflicting to him. It was like with Pettigrew, he hadn't betrayed James and Lily yet, but Harry knew he WOULD. And if Bellatrix went insane, she would kill Sirius.
If Bellatrix were to become crazy, she would kill so many people and torture Neville's parents
If that meant stopping her becoming that, he would do so. For multiple peoples sakes.
The two walked off to the Great Hall, and unknown to them, Lily and Alice saw them.
"Well, seems like your prediction was right, Lily." Alice smirked
"It does, doesn't it?" Lily nodded and the two went to the Great Hall.
All the students clamoured into the Great Hall and went for lunch; all of them were excited and nervous about all the lessons that they just had and how much fun it was...even though it was a little intimidating.
At the Hospital Wing, Dromeda and Cissy were sitting next to Bella who had calmed down from that shock back at the potions lesson.
"You should be alright, Ms Black. It was just shocking." Poppy spoke kindly to her.
"Yeah, I know...Still. God." Bella whispered, having let go of her hand and rested.
"Thank you, Nurse Pomfrey." Dromeda answered
"You should go to lunch. It'll help clear your mind. Alright?" Nurse Pomfrey answered
Bella nodded as she got out of bed and was walking with Cissy and Dromeda.
"I guess you should thank him." Dromeda spoke.
"Huh?" Bella asked, looking at her sister.
"Harry. You should thank him." Dromeda clarified
Bella nodded, agreeing with her sister.
Cissy remained quiet, seeing how Harry was timid or quiet most of the lesson and valuable to them making the perfect potion...but more than that, she felt something. Back at the Great Hall from last night. Thinking about him. He seemed...genuinely nice.
"Cissy? You thinking again?" Dromeda asked
Cissy didn't bother denying it, humming back with a faint pink blush on her cheeks.
"... Don't tell me you've got a crush!" Bella smiled
Cissy stood straight and squeaked. "N-No, I don't."
"Your cheeks say otherwise." Bella answered, pointing to her cheeks.
"Bella, stop!" Cissy answered, pushing her sister's hand away.
"Come on, it's good to have a crush." Bella answered even if her tone showed slight jealousy
"I just...Leave it alone. Please?" Cissy asked
'Is it Harry?' Dromeda thought to herself as they got to the hall, dropping the subject.
The Marauders were sitting in their own spaces, thinking about what to do after school was over for the day.
But one of them was nervous about the next coming week. "Remus, you alright?" Sirius asked in a hushed voice, helped by the chatter of other students
Remus nodded nervously. "Just...you know."
"Yeah, don't worry. We've got your back." Sirius answered, patting his friend's back.
"I know." Remus nodded
"James, what's going on?" Peter asked
"Harry. He's over there with Snivellus." James responded, spotting Harry with Sev.
"Yeah, well. Both made that potion. Maybe they're comparing notes?" Peter responded
"Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno. Lily always talks to him." James answered.
"Yeah, but Lily's friends with everyone." Sirius answered.
"'Cept you." Peter answered.
"Eh." Sirius shrugged.
Lunch came and went pretty quickly and the students began to leave for their next lesson. For Ravenclaw, it was potions; Hufflepuff, Charms; Slytherin, Arithmancy and for Gryffindors...
"Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Harry asked, perking up.
"Yeah and we've got a new teacher this year...They don't stay around long though." Lily answered as they walked side by side.
'They never do.' Harry thought sadly, remembering those he had previously.
Professor Quirrell, a timid man who wore a purple turban and robes, who hid the soul of Harry's mortal enemy.
Gilderoy Lockheart, a pompous fame stealer who was adept at memory charms.
'Remus.' Harry thought, one of if not his FAVOURITE teacher. Who taught him much...although he was a student now.
Barty Crouch Jr., a murderous man who stole the guise of 'Alastor Moody' and manipulated Harry all through his fourth year.
And his most loathed of all: Delores Umbridge. A vile toad of a woman, who wore a pink blouse and tried to get Harry expelled for trying to reveal the truth about his mortal enemy...and her legacy was still scarred into Harry's left hand.
A small sentence. 'I must not tell lies'. Cut into his flesh via a 'Black Quill' a medieval torture device that, when used, cuts into the writer's hand. Harry and many other students had this punishment when Umbridge had a literal takeover of Hogwarts.
Even the faintest memory of that cruel and heartless woman made Harry's scarred hand twinge a little in pain.
"Harry?" Lily asked as they were now in the room
"Hmm?" He blinked and saw the Professor.
"Hello everyone." The Professor in question spoke, he looked to be a cheerful man, dark-skinned and wearing multicoloured robes. Glasses hanging off his nose and a tassel with a blue feather attached. "My name is Professor Bello, your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
The class headed to their seats and began the lesson. Most of them enjoyed the lectures that this new professor had for them. Using small practical spells on dummies to get their practice in. But he also planned for them to produce- "A Patronus Charm."
The class began to talk among themselves. This was a ridiculously advanced piece of magic that they had only learned in the fifth year, but they didn't have the means to properly do it.
Harry knew he had this. He had learned the Patronus in his third year and it came in handy more than once. But now, it was the end of the lesson. And the day was nearing the end.
"A Patronus? You really think he's gonna teach us?" Sirius asked excitedly.
"Yeah, certain of it. Why else would he say that?" James nodded, smirking at the prospect.
The others were now heading to their last lesson for the day. Though the buzz of the DADA lesson was still in their minds.
But for now, they were going to their dorms and rooms after this exhausting day.
Harry rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the Gryffindor common room. He was asked by Lily and Alice, who seemed eager to talk to him.
"Password." The Fat Lady asked
"Operatic Elevation." A student responded and the portal opened.
Harry looked in and saw the common room, draped in red curtains and seats, the carpet was also red, but the fireplace was a soot-covered gold fire-guard.
"Make yourselves comfy, this is home till Christmas." A student joked as they all went to their respective places.
Harry chuckled as he remembered it all, he felt home again.
"... It doesn't change a bit." He realised
"I'm certain that it doesn't." Alice answered. "I wonder if that picture I left here last year is still here?"
"What picture?" Harry asked
"A picture with me and Alice. Took it when we visited London one time." Lily answered.
"Oh, a muggle picture." Harry understood.
"Yeah, strange thing. But can't argue with the results." Alice chuckled
Harry walked around and sat next to the fire, he felt the warmth of the room fill him up. Feeling the talk and imagining his former Gryffindor students talking about Quidditch or football, jokes and japes...Dating and dreams. It was all familiar to him. Nothing like that changes. He seemed to zone out with a relaxed smile
"Harry~?" A familiar voice spoke in next to him.
'Hermione?' Harry thought as he turned his head, but it was Lily. She was trying to get his attention. This room brought many voices to his mind, he just misheard her.
"Are you doing anything this weekend?" Lily asked
"Um...Not. Not particularly, no." Harry answered.
"Well, the Gryffindors and other students are going to Hogsmeade, we were wondering if you wanted to come." Lily answered
"Really? That sounds...Shoot." Harry began to respond...but then it dawned on him. He didn't have his permission slip. And even if he DID he couldn't go; his godfather, Sirius, was a student. Hardly qualified for it. He'd have to ask Death if he could go. "I don't have a permission slip."
"Really? Well, I'm sure Professor McGonagall will get you one if you ask." Lily answered
Harry nodded, knowing she would. Especially from what Death showed her earlier.
"I'll ask." Harry nodded.
"Great." Alice and Lily cheered lightly
Down in the Slytherin common rooms, the Three Sisters were sitting in chairs, holding a mug of hot chocolate in their hands. It was quieter since most of the students had gone to bed, so they were practically alone.
"Malfoy was trying to chat to you again, I see." Dromeda commented kindly.
"I know. I was there." Cissy answered in annoyance.
"Told him off though. You gotta tell mum, Cissy." Bella answered
Cissy sighed and put her mug down. "She won't listen. She's adamant and stubborn and-"
"We know. 'Toujours Pur'." Dromeda frowned. "But if there was any way we could change her mind, we would."
"I don't even LIKE Malfoy. He...makes my skin crawl." Cissy frowned, shuddering.
Bella nodded, not liking Malfoy either. But their mother was adamant about ALL of them marrying off into pure-blood families to keep their 'purity' intact. Bella thought back to Cissy's crush...and how it may have been the same boy SHE was having feelings for. Harry.
The Potters were a pure-blood family. If one of them could get close to him...Maybe all three. They could break their mother's contracts.
She smiled, an almost insane yet joy filled and loving one, getting up with an idea
"Cissy, Dromeda. I've got an idea." Bella spoke, grabbing their attention.
"What?" The two asked, looking at her.
"It's crazy...But I think you'll like it." Bella continued
"Bella, stop holding us in the dark. What is it?" Cissy asked, getting a little impatient
"Careful, you know what her ideas are like." Dromeda answered cautiously.
"What if we dated someone from a different pure-blood family house?" Bella answered
"What? Are you considering Goyle? Or Crabbe?" Cissy asked in shock and disgust.
"We have to draw the line somewhere, Bella." Dromeda agreed. "They are...BRAINLESS. To say the least."
"Ah-ah-ah. NOT from Slytherin. I'm thinking Harry." Bella smiled
The two remaining sisters blushed at that idea. Cissy more than Dromeda.
"H-Harry?" Cissy blushed, covering her cheeks.
"Think about it, he's from a pure-blood family. He seems to be single. AND he's easy to be around." Bella listed off. "And if we date him, mum WILL have to think about changing the contracts."
Dromeda looked to the floor and pondered. There IS logic in what Bella was saying...But could they get away with it?
Cissy was just blushing up a storm. Dating Harry? That just got her heart pumping and hot under the collar.
"Well? I'm not hearing any 'no~s'." Bella smiled and almost sung the last word
"Give us a minute, Bella." Dromeda answered
Cissy wanted to answer right now. But it would also mean that she WOULD have to share with her sisters. "Could...COULD we manage to share him?" Was her question.
"Well, we can certainly try, Cissy." Bella answered. "I mean we've shared basically everything else our entire lives. Why not a husband?"
The two other girls blushed at that. 'HUSBAND'?
And their minds went straight for 'Mrs Potter', imagining Harry standing next to them at the altar.
Cissy's face was now flushed red from embarrassment and she almost fainted from it.
Dromeda inverted her lips when she thought that. Imagining Harry being their shared husband. It was hard to argue with that sort of logic.
"If...if he agrees." Dromeda answered
"Yeah, of course. If not, we can try and bluff it so that mum will cancel the contracts." Bella answered.
Cissy just nodded, agreeing of dating Harry. When they see him again and muster the courage to ask.
Over with Severus, he was writing in his potions book again, making notes of potions that could be improved...one of them was the 'Draught of Living Death'. "Hmm, I wonder if Harry could give some insight with this one?" He pondered as he put his quill down. he yawned and headed for bed, thinking that he had made another friend aside from Lily.
As we leave the dungeons of the Slytherin dorms, we head back to Professor Dumbledor's office. After today, he was keeping an ear out about Harry. And how he had wowed Professor Slughorn in his lesson. 'Devilishly tricky that potion...harmless, but tricky.' Dumbledore thought. 'I wonder.'
Fawkes was singing gently, his feathers moulted off his body. It was his dying day again as he burst into crackling flames and turned to ash, falling into the dish below...and out popped a little, naked chick. Cawing gently into the night.
To be continued
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