Harry Potter Love Story (all of the plot and credit and characters except for mine belong to J.K. Rowling all credit from any HP material I use belongs to her not trying to make any money off of her work, all credit belongs to her and the director of any Hp movies that have passed and have yet to come) i apologize for the long wait. I'm back in school and won't be able to post until the weekend, so you all are just going to have to be patient
When we got to the library, there were about a handful of kids inside. We walked over to the potion's section. Hermione pulled down a big leather bound book and started flipping through it.
"Here it is."
Hermione went on to explain that it was a Polyjuice potion, and it would allow us to change into a person. She also told us that we would have to get a hair from Malfoy's friends and drink the potion, to allow us to change into the person, but warned us that it would only last an hour.
"Wow." I said.
"That book has everything!" Ron exclaimed softly.
"Yes, but I've never seen a more complicated potion." Hermione said looking at the page.
"Well how long will it take you to make?" Harry asked speaking for the first time.
"A month." Hermione replied looking at us sadly.
"A month?" I asked/exclaimed softly.
"But Hermione, if Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin he could've attacked half of the muggleborns in the school by then." Harry said.
"I know, but it's the only plan we've got." Hermione said.
Hermione checked out the book and we went to the rest of our classes. Three weeks passed and we managed to get all the ingredients we needed to make the Polyjuice potion, and I was still surprised that we haven't gotten caught yet. I swear Snape has been suspicious of us ever sense we stole the Boomslang skin and a couple of other items from his storeroom. Hermione had decided to do the potion in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom because one we wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming in, two Harry and Ron wouldn't have to worry about getting a months worth of detention or worse for coming into a girls bathroom, and three we wouldn't have to worry about getting caught. In these past three weeks Harry and I have been practicing for today's Quidditch match, and it was once again against Slytherin. I've also been writing in Tom's diary a lot more, every chance I get as a matter of fact. The match would start any second now and the rest of the team, and me were dressed in our Quidditch robes and waiting for the signal to walk out. I was nervous, I don't know why but I had a bad feeling about today's Quidditch match. It was time for the game to begin. We all got into our positions as the captions shook hands, and got on their brooms before flying to the goal posts. The cheering died down when Madam Hooch came out, but resumed when she threw the Quaffle into the air. The game was tough, it almost seemed like the Slytherin's were fiercer today. As the game went on I noticed something odd about one of the bludgers. As I was distracted one of the Slytherin's managed to steal the ball, and I went after him.
"Stay focused Sam!" Angelina shouted over the noise.
"Sorry!" I shouted back.
I was distracted again as a bludger nearly hit Harry, and Oliver went to him. But then the bludger came back around, broke the handle of Oliver's broom making him go down, and went after Harry. Everything was happening so fast, one minuet we were playing the game, and next thing I knew Harry was laying on the ground, in front of the goal posts, and had a snitch in his hand.
"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!" the commentator, whose name I found out was Lee Jordon, a friend of Fred and George shouted.
I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm usually very focused, not distracted like I was today. I don't know what happened. Instead of going over to Harry and seeing if he was alright, I left as everyone else went over to Harry. I showered and dressed in the silent changing rooms, before heading silently up to the castle.
Harry's point of view
I sat in a bed in the hospital wing. Some how I knew that I would be in here a lot. This time I was in here because our phony Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher made me lose all the bones in my right arm. Everyone except for Ron and Hermione had left already, but what was strange was that I haven't seen Sam sense the game.
"Hey where's Sam?" I asked.
"I don't know." Ron said.
"The last I saw her was walking down the hall, but when I tried to talk to her she just brushed me off, and she looked distant too." Hermione said.
"That's odd, that's not like Sam at all." I said concerned for Sam.
"She's been acting strange ever sense school started, tonight I'll try and figure out what's wrong with her." Hermione offered.
"Thanks Hermione." I said.
"No problem." she said.
