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A/N I've had a couple of reviews about Ron dying. Just to clear it up, Ron is not dead, just terrified out of his wits. I'd like to think his bad breath has kept him from being eaten Wow! 10,500 views in the first week! And 54 reviews! Thank you all!

Harry Potter and the Power of Emotions

Chapter 6: Good Ol' Snivellus

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not in a good mood. He was in an Alastor Moody kind of mood, in which he was liable to curse someone who laughed too loudly. You see, he had just spent four hours in the foulest smelling (partly because Ron had wet his pants) part of the Forbidden Forest batting Acromantulas and trying to break the spell that held one Ronald Weasley. Screams coming from that location had led them there, to a creature stuck to a tree that looked so horrible, even McGonagall grimaced. Albus noticed a hole in the infirmary wall, and deduced this creature was Ron, and had been transfigured and blasted down there. He sighed. At least his plans for the Granger girl were proceeding. He felt sorrow that he had caused Minerva to cry. That sorrow was the only thing keeping Fawkes with him, and the old coot knew it.

Meanwhile, in a private unused classroom, Harry and Hermione were trying to figure out Harry's new ability. Hermione was launching spells at Harry, but he couldn't absorb them like before. Hermione cast a stunner at Harry right when she sneezed, causing the spell to turn blue and go off course. It hit a mirror and ricocheted off, heading straight for Hermione! Harry stepped in front of the spell, his only thought to protect his Mione. Again, right as the spell hit, he glowed as he absorbed the spell. Hermione sat down, thinking hard and biting her lip. Harry always thought she was cute when she did that. She said, "Harry, what were the similarities between now and then?"

Harry responded, "Well, both times, the only thing I wanted to do was protect you."

Hermione's eyes widened as she exclaimed, "That's it! You can absorb spells, but only when your intent is to protect someone!"

Harry grinned, and said, "That sounds pretty awesome, if you ask me," Then, with a thoughtful face, he asked, "I wonder if you have the same ability?" Fate's voce decided to grace them with its presence, and said, No, only Harry has that ability. Hermione, you have your own special power that Harry doesn't. See if you can figure it out! Bye! With that, Fate left. Hermione said, "Wow, that was quite brief! What do you think my power is? Hmmm…" As she was thinking, her thoughts turned to the boy who was now her boyfriend. How she loved his eyes. His emerald green eyes that you just couldn't lie to and…Her thoughts were interrupted by Harry saying, "Hermione? What's up with your eyes?"

"What, Harry? My eyes are fine." Hermione said back.

Harry nervously said, "Hermione, your eyes just turned the same shade of green as mine." Hermione conjured up a mirror and looked at herself in it. Her eyes had turned a brilliant shade of emerald green! And, come to think of it, her hair was a little bit darker, too. Hermione asked Harry, "What do you think this means?"

Harry exclaimed, "I know! I've read about this in a book I saw. If I remember right, it's called a metamorphmagus. They can change their appearance at will!"

Hermione turned a bit red at not knowing something Harry knew, and asked him, "How do they change?"

Harry responded, "Well, I think while they're training, they have to focus on what they want to look like really hard, but as they do it more, it becomes easier." Hermione concentrated on her old self hard, and her hair and eyes turned back to normal. Harry said, "Uh…err…Hermione? Your… err…heh…" Hermione looked back in the mirror she still had, and saw her nose had become extremely long. She blushed, concentrated, and she was back to normal.

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At the Burrow, Molly Weasley was both seething with anger and jumping with excitement. She was angry because Ron had sent a deadly curse at the girl. She actually would have been quite happy if the mudblood did die, but now her son was expelled and had actually pushed them farther together, and therefore now she would definitely have to resort to love potions. Her daughter hadn't caught on to her subtle pushing when she kept telling her about the love potion on her father, but thankfully neither did the mudblood. She would just have to invite Harry over to the Burrow for the Christmas hols without that girl, and dose him up with love potion. The reason she was excited was because Albus had told her his plan to break up Potter and Granger. The Potter fortune WOULD be hers!

Unfortunately, Harry and Hermione were completely unaware of this situation. They were busy practicing their new abilities, knowledge, and *cough* snogging *cough* skills. A while later, it was time to go to Potions. Harry was positively (or is that negatively?) dreading meeting the Potions Master for the first time since he and Hermione became a couple. He was sure the professor would criticize every move they made. "Potter, stop slouching!" "Potter, your right hand should be four inches to the left!" "Potter, sneezes are pronounced ah-CHOO, not AH-shoo!" and so on. As they walked into the dungeons, they met a smirking Malfoy with the Potter Stinks badge. Ignoring him completely, to his shock, Harry went to sit down. As the lesson continued, with Snape even commenting on his shoelaces, the insults from Snivellus continued until: "One would think you might actually do better in Potions, Potter, with the bookworm mudblood at your side, but no, you're probably just too busy using her for the only thing they're good for," Everyone was shocked into silence. With a look of cold fury, Harry stood up and exclaimed, "You've gone too far, Snivellus!" The class gasped. "You can insult me all you want, but you just insulted the betrothed of Lord Harry Potter-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Slytherin-Emrys! I can legally kill you where you stand, five times over!" Snape looked a bit worried, but shrugged it off; Albus would get him out of this. "As if, Potter! You're too much of a coward to kill anyone—" He was interrupted by the slight distraction of his right arm ripping itself off his shoulder, crawling across his body, then physically ripping the left arm off (A/N anyone else see the irony here? The RIGHT arm ripping off the one with the dark mark?). Both arms crawled up to his head, and started punching him in the face. One changed its mind, and punched the part that hurts. Harry canceled the spell so both limbs fell to the floor, and said with power tangible in his voice, "Oh Snapey, do you still think I'm too much of a coward?" Snape, fearing for his life, shook his head. With a 'good' Snape was flung out the door, up the stairs, and through the corridors straight to the hospital wing with a note stuck to him that read, "He insulted Hermione. This is unacceptable. –Harry" Shaken, Madam Pomfrey floo called the headmaster and told him to come quickly.

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A/N To those of you who think my chapters are too short, what is a normal chapter size? As of lately, all my chapters have been a thousand words or more. Please, keep reviewing!