The Quill's Note Book

Hello readers!

Now, as every HP fanfiction writer knows, at some point, you have to write a fiction about the potions book. Even if you just touch upon it, you will inevitably write one. It's like a right of passage. Anyway, this is my first stab at it! Just a small one, where Harry does what I think he should in the sixth book.

I hope you enjoy: The Potion's Book


Chapter One: The Potion's Book

Harry sighed tiredly as he watched his friend storm off without giving him even as much as a glance. Hermione had become more and more annoyed since he had been using the Prince's potions text book in class and getting better marks than her.

He had tried to apologise, but she had never stayed around long enough for him to breathe, let alone speak to her. After about two weeks of her silent treatment, he had finally had enough, and seeing her sitting outside by the lake reading, he marched up to her before she had enough time to escape.

Pulling out the book, he threw it to the floor and scowled at her.

"You know what Hermione? Considering all the years we've been friends, I'd of thought you would at least give me the chance to apologise. But since I got this book, you've been...you've been a complete bitch! And I'm sick of it!" He spat.

He drew his wand and her eyebrows shot up in shock. He then pointed his wand at the book and cast a spell.

"INCENDIO!" The book burst into flame and within seconds, was nothing but dust. Putting his wand away he glared at her.

"There; it's gone. I hope that makes you happy Hermione. You know, I was only trying to do well in potions. I couldn't give a damn about being top of the class. But clearly you do and apparently, it's worth more than our friendship." He turned around and began to walk away from her. "See you around Granger."

Hermione blinked slightly in shock, looking to the spot of charred grass, then Harry, and then back to the grass. After a moment, she got up and ran after him.

"HARRY!" She yelled. He didn't stop.

As she was gaining, he turned a corner and disappeared. Hermione knew he was under his cloak. He would be long gone. With a sigh, she walked back to the common room, feeling absolutely rotten.


He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Calming his mind, he focused his thoughts before tapping in to his pent up anger.

His eyes shot open as he was filled with a burning rage. With a roar, he lifted his sword and swung at the dummy. He decapitated it with a single strike. Turning around, he swung once more and tore a dummy's leg off.

During the next five minutes, he proceeded to brutalise the dummies the room had created with swift and fluid movements. After he had finished, observing the destroyed pieces of his mock-enemies, he panted tiredly and closed his mind once more.

He was completely calm. His anger had been vented and he felt much better for it. Putting the sword back on the rack, he picked up his towel and dried his face off.

Since he had distanced himself from Hermione and Ron, he had thrown himself into studying and physical training. He used the Room of Requirement to run, vent his anger, practice duelling, swim, lift weights and meditate.

The results were obvious; he was no longer the scrawny teen he had been a year before. He had filled out his clothes, his body toned and sturdy; he had increased his stamina; he had learned more offensive and defensive spells; and improved his duelling. He had even mastered occlumency, now that he didn't have Snape as a teacher.

Closing his eyes and thinking, the room shifted around him into a bathroom, similar to the one used by the Prefects. Slipping into the soothing water, he sighed and began to relax. As he did so, his thoughts turned to Hermione.

She had been skirting around him for nearly two weeks. When it seemed like she would come to apologise, she would suddenly lose her nerve and disappear. He hadn't been avoiding her, like she did to him. While he might get some satisfaction from it, he couldn't do that to his one-time friend; it would be cruel.

He hadn't been holding a grudge. He was simply waiting for an apology.

After washing himself, he climbed out, dried off and pulled on some of the new clothes he had bought from Hogsmeade. They were well fitting and meant he could finally dispose of Dudley's cast-offs. He opened the door of the room and headed back to the common room.

His recent changes were far reaching and were noticed by nearly everyone. He had even returned the Quidditch Captain badge and quit the team, siting to Professor McGonagall that he wanted to devote more time to his studies. This caused uproar in Gryffindor, especially from Ron and Ginny.


"HARRY! Professor McGonagall said you quit the team!" Ron yelled angrily. Harry, who was reading a text book, sighed and nodded.

"Yes, I did Ron." His friend spluttered irately, while Ginny took over.

"But why Harry; you were doing well as the Captain." She asked confusedly.

"I want to put more time into my studies. I can't do that when I'm on the team. So I decided to give it to someone else. Besides, it's only a game." The people in the common room gasped. None of them expected to hear him say that.

"Just…JUST A GAME?!" Ron roared. "What's that supposed to mean?!" Harry shook his head tiredly.

"Harry, surely you don't mean that." Ginny gasped. "Come on, I'm sure we can convince McGonagall to give you your position back." Ron nodded and tried to pull him up.

"Yeah mate; come on." He yanked his arm out of their grasps and glared at them.

"Who the hell to you think you are?" He whispered dangerously. "How dare you try and question my decisions? I don't want to play. I don't even really like Quidditch. I like flying. I can do that whenever I want. If I want to spend my time working, then that is my choice." He snapped. Grabbing his books, he stormed out of the common room, ignoring the gaping faces that followed him.


Since then, neither Ginny nor Ron had been speaking to him, which didn't bother him as much as he thought it might. He instead, spent his time talking to Neville and Luna when he wasn't studying.

As he finally approached the portrait, he spoke the password quickly and stepped through in a single, deft movement. Looking around, he noticed a several small groups of people doing various things, from chatting to playing exploding snap. He caught the eyes of Ron who scowled at him before looking away.

With a roll of the eyes, he walked over to his customary armchair in front of the fire and plopped down, reading a Defence text. The noise in the room remained muted, which allowed him to be fully engrossed in his book.

So absorbed in his book, he neglected to notice someone move up to him and stand directly in front, until they coughed. He looked up and jumped when he realised how close the person was to his chair. With a chuckle, he gave a small smile to the person.

"You know, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that Hermione." She blinked slightly in surprise that he had spoken.

"I…I thought you weren't speaking to me?" She asked softly and he quirked an eyebrow at her.

"No. Well, for maybe about the first day, just until I vented my anger. But after that I was waiting for you to apologise." Her face turned sad and it looked as though she were about to burst into tears.

"I have been trying…" She trailed off. She controlled herself and spoke slowly. "Harry can we go somewhere private?" He looked up and nodded.

Shrinking his bag and putting it in his pocket, the pair left the common room and made their way to the Room of Requirement. She summoned the room, chanting a phrase in her head, and they stepped through the door.

It was a duplicate of the Gryffindor Common Room, fire and all, minus the large number of Gryffindors. She led him over to a small couch and they sat next to each other. She was silent for a moment, while she collected her thoughts.

"Harry…I just want to say I'm sorry. I…I was so horrible to you, just because you were doing well. In my mind, I saw it as cheating…I was such an arse about it." She sniffed slightly and turned her head from him. "Please forgive me."

There was silence for a moment, before she felt a hand cupping her cheek. He turned her gaze and smiled at her.

"You were already forgiven." Her eyes lit up and she sobbed while hugging him. He held her as she cried and rubbed circles on her back. After a few minutes, she calmed down and pulled back, smiling at him.

"Thank you Harry." She said softly.

She went to put a kiss on his cheek, but he shifted slightly and it landed on his lips. They were both shocked and surprised for a moment, but that was short lived. Harry's hands moved around her waist, while hers circled his neck. Harry deepened the kiss when Hermione opened her mouth slightly, using the advantage.

After a few minutes, they broke apart and looked at each other, smiling goofily.

"Wow." They said in tandem, before blushing.

Harry regained his composure and decided to admit something to his best friend. Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand through his hair.

"Hermione…I want…I mean, I want to say…could I…" He paused, before shaking his head in exasperation. "I'm going to just come out and say this." He took a breath. "I love you." He averted his gaze, awaiting the slap he thought might be coming.

He waited…and no slap came. He turned back and looked at her shocked face. Her mouth was agape, but her eyes were sparkling madly. He went to say something else, but was interrupted by Hermione jumping on him, kissing him passionately.

He was shocked for a moment, but that was short lived and he began to return it. They battled for dominance for a moment, before pulling apart, Hermione looking at him through loving and lustful eyes.

"I love you too."


There we are! My first potion's book story!

There isn't really much to say about this one, I'm afraid. Just a little segment with no real importance to my other stories! I hope you keep on reading! There is much more to come!

This is the Quill, signing off!