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Tempest of the Fae
Chapter Ten: The Dangers of Dragon Fat
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Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout hurried towards the first staff meeting of the year. Dumbledore liked to hold it on the day the students arrived so that they could handle any pressing issues before classes began. They were both late because they had just finished the paper work to have Harry's relatives investigated. Both were ready to rip into Dumbledore for leaving a child in such conditions, but when they entered the staff room they found the headmaster missing. "Albus isn't here yet?"
McGonagall sighed. "He sent a message that he needed to take care of something and would be late, he asked us to wait for him to begin."
The professor and healer took their seats and waited, fuming. They wanted this to be over and to know Harry would be taken care of. It was into this hostile environment the headmaster entered. It had taken him considerable effort to suppress the story of what happened on the platform; thankfully Harry had not yet been linked to it, well in anything but speculation. Some of the rumors they were investigating. The worst was that Harry Potter had secretly been turned into a girl for his/her protection and was the child almost kidnapped.
Dumbledore took his seat with a wary sigh, thank Merlin for cushioning charms. "Good evening everyone, I apologize for my tardiness. Let us begin shall we? Are there any pressing issues that need to be addressed?"
"Mr. Potter."
"Mr. Potter."
"Potter!" Without waiting Snape charged ahead with his complaint, an action that did not pass well among the other staff members. "He couldn't even wait until he got to school before he continued his family's tradition of bullying. He assaulted one of my students on the train and severely injured him. I demand that he be expelled!"
"That is enough from you Severus." Poppy called out to stop the rant she knew was coming. It was all the potion professor had spoken over for the last several months. "I examined Mr. Nott's injury though I hesitate to call it that. Three shallow scratches that even you could have healed. It looks more consistent with the damage done by an annoyed kitten rather than a viscous assault."
"Mr. Nott has informed me that he has lost some of the dexterity from his hand." Snape commented off handily.
"Then he should go to St. Mungo's for a full examination because I can assure you those scratches did no damage." Poppy fumed, how dare he question her ability in such a manor. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that child's hand.
Dumbledore hid his smile behind he grandfatherly mask. He did so enjoy watching these little shows the staff put on. Still it was late so they had better move this along. "Perhaps we should discuss this alleged attack rather than the results. Severus, if you would please."
"Very well. Mr. Nott entered the compartment of Potter and his friends to speak with him. Potter immediately grabbed him and forced him from the compartment. One of the girls insinuated he was about to be harmed and then his hand was injured." Snape said.
"Odd, we heard a bit of a different story didn't we?" Poppy said. "Were there any other witnesses?"
"Mr. Malfoy and his friends were present but regrettably they did not see the attack."
"Did they witness Mr. Potter removing Mr. Nott from the compartment?" Sprout asked.
"Yes, they did see Potter physically assault Mr. Nott. However not whatever Potter did to Nott's hand."
"And they are prepared to sign a formal complaint?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Regrettably no, Mr. Malfoy is hesitant because of Potter's ill-deserved status."
Professor Sprout couldn't help but smile. She knew Snape was horrible towards the Gryffindors and nasty towards her own house. She was sure that was about to become much worse but she wasn't about to let him walk over her badgers. "Then regrettably you have no case. As I understand it Mr. Nott entered the compartment uninvited and threatened both Mr. Potter as well as Miss Granger and Miss Lovegood. He was well within his right to remove Mr. Nott if they felt threatened. There is also no sign that whatever caused Mr. Nott's very minor injury was magic in nature so really your complaint is worthless."
"If they were having a problem with Mr. Nott they should have informed a perfect."
"They should have but that is another issue we will address soon. For now I won't let you touch Harry or either of those girls."
"Albus surely you will not let this attack go unpunished!" Snape turned towards the headmaster for help.
"I am afraid I can not take any action without some amount of evidence." Dumbledore said hoping his gesture appeased everyone. While he wasn't taking any action right now, something he was sure Sprout would fight against, he had also implied that should Severus have a complaint that he could prove then things could be different.
"What about the rumors that one of the girls can control a ghost? Surely such dark magic would be grounds for punishment?" Snape would admit he was grasping at straws but he had been so close to ending the Potter line attending Hogwarts. And no one ever accused him of being a good loser.
"Really? A first year control a ghost? Now you're just being silly." One of the other professors pointed out.
Dumbledore hid his own amusement at the notion of a first year controlling any type of spirit; to have caused physical harm to another it would have needed to be on the level of a poltergeist. And such magic's were old and hard to come by; he should know he had searched off and on for such spells. The idea of having spirits under his command was tempting. Though those that could affect the world were of limited use since spirits like poltergeists were anchored to a location or item and could only move so far from their anchor. "Are there any other items we need to discuss this evening?"
"There is another issue concerning Mr. Potter." Sprout informed the gathered professors.
"And that would be?"
She slid the parchment across the table to Dumbledore. "After your meeting this evening with Mr. Potter, Miss Granger and Miss Lovegood it was discovered the Mr. Potter has been ill treated at his home. The full report is sickening. Albus he can't go back there."
The parchment detailed each injury or evidence of injury that had been found on the boy. It was all very damning and could ruin his plans for Harry. It would take a good deal of work to fix this but a plan was already forming. "This is very serious. I will speak to the proper ministry workers and see that this is investigated right away."
"Thank you."
"Not at all, it is out job after all to watch out for the wellbeing of our charges." Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly voice. "I take it those are all the issues with Mr. Potter?"
"Not directly but there is the issue of a Ravenclaw perfect who failed to report an attempted kidnapping on the platform and caused another incident during the trip." Professor Sprout began to outline the incidents as well as the perfects failure to follow procedures.
The rest of the meeting passed normally with a few reports of children already home sick. As the professors began to filter out of the room Dumbledore called for Professor Sprout to wait. "After learning of Mr. Potters childhood I would like for you to keep a close eye on him in case he has any problem adjusting and to inform me of any odd occurrences."
"Odd occurrences? Such as?"
"I am not sure, anything out of the ordinary."
"Alright."
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Hermione awoke to the unpleasant sensation of someone poking her. She swatted at the offending object. "Go away."
"Uh, Hermione?" someone said.
Reluctantly she opened her eyes and saw Hana and Susan watching her. "What?"
"You seemed to have acquired a, eh, bed buddy." Hannah said.
Hermione turned her head to see Luna curled up against her side. In a dismissive voice she said. "That's just Luna."
"Do you two normally sleep together?" Susan asked.
Resisting another groan of displeasure Hermione gave up on getting any more sleep. The normal excitement she had felt for the first day of classes was absent since she'd already gone through the next six years. "Luna's a hugger, not that Harry or I mind."
"Harry, you mean, you've all really…"
"We've camped out at Luna's a few times and all slept in the same tent." Hermione didn't mention they'd also used the same bed, poor Hannah and Susan looked ready to pass out already. "Luna normally ends up cuddled with one of us."
"Wow, um well, we're going down to breakfast now, you two should hurry as well since they're handing out our schedules." Susan said before she grabbed Hannah's hand and pulled her away.
Hermione rolled over and woke Luna, the blonde shot up in bed already awake. Hermione cursed under her breath, morning people were evil. At least she wasn't naked, that would have been harder to explain. They quickly got ready and went to meet Harry in the common room. He stood and hugged them when they came down the stairs. "How did you two sleep?"
"Good, but someone snuck into my bed." Hermione said in mock anger with a pointed look towards Luna.
"Snuck is hardly the right word, I wasn't very quiet. Actually I tripped over your trunk." Luna admitted.
"Don't complain Hermione, at least you had someone to sleep with. My choices weren't exactly as appealing. But at least the silencing charms meant I didn't have to listen to Ron snoring. Everyone else looked like they hadn't slept a wink." Harry said as they made their way towards the Great Hall.
As they entered Harry looked towards the teachers table but Quirrell was absent. At this rate he wouldn't be able to find out if Voldemort was hitching a ride with him until their first DADA class. They took their seats and began to eat; as much as each of them enjoyed Harrys cooking they enjoyed the food at Hogwarts almost as much. Professor Sprout came along and handed them their schedules. Harry looked his over and frowned. "This is different."
"Of course it is we are in a different house." Hermione pointed out, she had set aside her own schedule until she finished her toast.
"No I mean, maybe I should have said it isn't as different as it should be. Look we have most of our classes with the Slytherins." Harry gestured towards their schedules.
Hermione looked over her own schedule. "You're right, so is this one of those weird changes that just happened or is there a reason behind it?"
"You mean like making sure Harry has plenty of chances to dislike Slytherins? Or more opportunities to get in trouble?" Luna suggested.
"Would he really go that far to… of course he would." Hermione sighed.
"Well since we can't do anything about it lets just try to ignore them and him." Harry suggested. He wasn't sure why he was still surprised at the lengths Dumbledore would go to control him. Though he was having trouble seeing how making him an enemy of the Slytherins was going to help his overall plan. Maybe it was just for his amusement in the meantime.
Luna charmed several pieces of fruit to run around her plate while she tried to spear them with her fork. "So what's our first class?"
"Transfiguration." Hermione answered. They had already agreed that it would quickly become tiresome to pretend to not know how to perform the magic for classes so they would all be 'gifted' students. Of course they wouldn't reveal just how gifted unless they had to.
Once Luna had caught the last of her fruit victims they stood and left the great hall. Just as they were exiting Ron ran in, his robes haphazardly thrown on. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Why would I?" Harry asked back.
"Because, cause, ug!" Ron stormed past them towards the Hufflepuff table.
Harry Hermione and Luna were the first to arrive at the Transfiguration classroom. Professor McGonagall was already seated on her desk in her cat form watching them. It had taken Hermione nearly an hour to talk Harry out of bringing a bag of catnip for her. For some reason he just couldn't seem to grasp why that would have been a bad idea, and Luna didn't help with her suggestions that they bring Crookshanks so he had some time to socialize with another cat.
When class began McGonagall transformed and began her introduction to transfiguration, she was interrupted when Ron stumbled into the room. "Mr. Weasley why, may I ask, are you late?"
"Sorry slept in and barely made breakfast, kept eating until it disappeared." Ron explained.
"You were late to my class because you were still eating?" It was clear she did not find it at all amusing, despite most of the classes laughter on the matter.
"Yup."
"Five points from Hufflepuff that is not an acceptable excuse for tardiness. Now take a seat." McGonagall returned to her explanation of transfiguration and what was expected of them. She asked a few questions on transfiguration, all of which were answered between Hermione and Luna "Very good, now we will start with transfiguring a match into a needle, it is a fairly simple spell and because they are close in size relatively easy."
She pulled out a metal box, one Harry immediately recognized. He tried to hide his laughter. Hermione caught him though. "What's so funny?"
"Tell you later."
McGonagall set the box on her desk and opened it. The box was empty except for a few broken splinters of wood and a part of a red feather. She lifted the bent plumage and examined it. "FAWKES!"
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Dumbledore stepped back into his office, he had been gone the entire night working on the file that Poppy and Pomona had given him in regards to Harry. He had spoken to a friend of his in the department of child protection. Because of the extent of the list of past injuries it had taken hours for them to come up with believable explanations for most. His friend would see to doctoring the records to show Harry as an accident prone child who started fights and lied for attention. It would be several weeks before everything was set, at which point the case would be passed to some low level lackey to deal with. He hadn't planned on damaging Harry's reputation in such a manor but he could not be allowed to leave his relatives. Perhaps in mid-November he could inform professor Sprout of the 'findings' and get her off his case.
He stepped back into his office and found Fawkes passed out on his desk, his stomach bloated. Dumbledore frowned, what had he gotten up to? Well it didn't really matter. He was trapped within the schools wards unless directed to leave for some reason and always had to return directly. Fawkes couldn't have gotten into too much trouble.
As the headmaster set down to finally take a moment for himself his office wards alerted him to his transfiguration professor approaching. "Come in Minerva."
To his surprise McGonagall ignored him when she entered the office and went straight to Fawkes. "You! How many times do I have to tell you those matches are not for you!"
"What has happened now?"
"Your burnt chicken ate all of my matches! Again!"
"I thought you had learned to lock them up properly."
"I did! He must have had help from someone. Who did it?" She directed the question towards the nearly comatose phoenix.
Fawkes sang a smug tune before his head lulled back onto the desk. Dumbledore intervened before she could try and strangle Fawkes. Before he had convinced her to properly secure her supply of matches she had nearly caused him an early burning day. "Calm yourself, I will send an elf to bring you more matches; they'll be in your class before you return."
"Fine, but this isn't over."
At the mention of more matches Fawkes had perked up, only to flop back down. Dumbledore studied him with a critical eye. "You just couldn't resist could you?"
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Luna was trying desperately not to laugh as Harry explained his encounter with Fawkes the night before. McGonagall stormed back in and grabbed a bag from a house elf; she handed out the matches and told them to begin.
Harry Hermione and Luna waited until their third attempt to change their matches, then began to shift them back and forth. "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Miss Lovegood. Very good, five points each to Hufflepuff. It is rare that I have a single student complete this assignment on the first day, let alone three. May I ask how you accomplished this?"
"Well you showed us the movements and spell, the rest is just will." Harry said.
"Interesting, I seem to recall your father saying something similar years ago."
"Thank you Professor." Harry said. As the class continued on her noticed Ron spent more and more time glaring at them then trying to transfigure his match. When McGonagall dismissed them with a seven inch report on basic transfiguration they hurried from the room. Not wanting to give anyone a chance to question their exceptional skill yet.
In DADA Harry managed to catch Quirrells eye and felt the familiar pain in his scare, a quick nod to Hermione and Luna informed them their professor had his hitch hiker. After that they all did their best to avoid attention in the class.
Potions proved to be interesting. The class was stuck in the hall until Snape appeared and opened the door. Since there were an odd number of students Harry Hermione and Luna were able to work together. Snape strutted in behind them and began the same questioning on Harry from the last time after his little speech about how great potions were. Listening to it Harry wondered if Snape wasn't sexual attracted to potions, certainly sounded like it. Harry had already decided he was going to tweak Snape this time around by being good at potion. After Hermione and Luna had finally convinced him that brewing potions wasn't that different than cooking he had excelled in it. Easily reaching NEWT level.
"Five points from Hufflepuff." Snap snapped after Harry answered his last question correctly.
"May I ask why sir?" Harry politely inquired.
"For attitude."
"I am sorry sir but I don't believe I had any attitude." Harry baited him. He planned to teach the potions master an early lesson. Sure it probably wouldn't help but still it would be entertaining. And Snape had a lot to pay for.
"If I say you have an attitude you have one! Ten points from Hufflepuff for arguing with me."
"Wow, mum was right." Harry muttered.
Snape's face went pale with rage; his voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, how dare James son mention Lilly. "What was that Potter?"
"I just meant that my mum wrote about you in her diary and it looks spot on sir."
"What, exactly did she write?"
"I don't think I should repeat it in class sir."
"I am ordering you to."
"If you insist. She wrote that you were her best friend until you called her some very bad names. That you were a petty man who was consumed by his past. And that she was glad she never gave into your advances and ended up with my dad." Harry could barely keep the smirk off his face. Snape looked ready to kill.
The attack, when it came was like a howling wind. Knowing what Snape would probably do Harry had reinforced his mental shields. The first attack bounced off of them with barely a ripple. The potions master had expected an unguarded child's mind.
Snape nearly staggered at the force of his attack unexpectedly rebounding on him, Potter had some kind of mental defense. But the brat was looking around confused! How? Some kind of natural talent? He would need to test Potter's shields further and determine how strong they truly were. But not in a class of children. "Ten points from Hufflepuff. The instructions are on the board, begin."
Over the course of the class he took another twenty points from Harry and ten each from Hermione and Luna. When they placed their final potion on his desk for grading Snape accidently knocked it off his desk and vanished the mess. They tried to hide their smiles, this was working out better then they had thought.
As the last of the students filed out of the room Nott approached his head of house. "Sir, I was wondering what points will we be working on over the next few weeks?"
"Why do you wish to know?" Snape asked, he'd cover those soon enough in the Slytherins private potion class.
"Because I want to be prepared, potions are so volatile. If I know which we will be working on I can study and find out the worst way they can fail. Purely as a preventative measure." Nott explained, hopefully there would be one he could easily sabotage soon. He would teach Potter and his whores that they were nothing beneath his feet. Insects. They would learn their place.
"Ten points to Slytherin for your concern and forethought. One moment and I will provide you with a list. May I also suggest reading Greatest Potion Mishaps as it may provide ideas." Snape said as he pulled out some parchment and began to write down the potions they would be brewing over the next few months.
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Snape's anger was somewhat cooled that evening when he went to report to Dumbledore about Harry's mental shields. "You must allow me to properly examine his mind. No child should have shields without training."
"And how do you purpose I allow you the needed time for a full probe?" Dumbledore asked. Yes it was doable but it was more extreme then he was comfortable with at the moment.
"Summon him to your office and stun him." Snape suggested absently.
"Are you listening to yourself Severus? You know even someone with basic shields is all but unreadable while they are unconscious. The subconscious mind is simple to different from how we think to be of use." Dumbledore said.
"Of course, slipped my mind." Snape said. He had hoped that the headmaster wouldn't think of that. While it was difficult to read a mind if the person was not awake damaging it was just as easy. What he wouldn't give to have just a few minutes in Potter's head, oh the fun he could have.
"I am sure it did. While I am concerned about these shields you were not expecting them and only used passive legimency. It is not unheard of for childen who had difficult or lonely childhoods to develop rudimentary shields. I believe that was how your own first came about?" Dumbledore pulled out another lemon drop candy and began to suck on it. He could not trust his potion master to use anything stronger then passive leimency on Harry for now. The risk of damage was too high and until everything else was finished he needed Potter at least on a level where he could function. His mind passed over the lock he had placed on Harry's magic. Yes function, not function well. That would be interesting when it played out in a few years.
The fire flared to life distracting both of them. Molly Weasleys head appeared. "Albus, Albus I must talk with you!"
"I can see you have pressing issues, I will take my leave." Snape said and hurried from the room, while he always found the woman's howlers amusing when she sent them to her sons he had no desire to experience it directly from the source even if it wasn't directed at him.
Dumbledore sighed, hadn't Molly caused him enough headaches over the last few days? Still he needed her for her daughter. The offspring of Harry and a seventh child, something all but unheard of in this time would surely be powerful and give him access to numerous resources that still eluded him. The only way it could have been better was if their genders were switched. "Good evening Molly, what can I do for you?"
"I wish to enroll Ginny under that hardship rule." Molly informed him.
"I am afraid I can't do that."
"Why not? Luna was allowed to go early; I demand the Ginny be given the same consideration!"
Dumbledore cut her off before a full rant could start. "There are several reasons. One despite covering up what happened on the platform your family is not in a good place with Harry at the moment."
"Pish posh that was just a misunderstanding. How was I to know she was going to Hogwarts? Yes Arthur was a bit put out when he got home yesterday. Lovegood came by and spoke to him apparently. But really the matter is settled." Molly said. In truth Arthur had done more than just talk with her. He had come fairly close to yelling but she had put it from her mind and made sure he thought he had won their little argument. It was important that he thought he won from time to time, poor dear.
"That does not change what happened; secondly your daughter is almost a year younger then Miss Lovegood and may not be able to properly perform the spells."
"Then test her, I'm sure she'll do fine."
"Even if I did we would still need to justify her addition to the school board. Mr. Lovegood had a legitimate reason, to allow him to more freely travel for his work."
"She could have just stayed with us."
"That is not truly a factor as far as they are concerned. Your family has no such reason. Also the school year has already started making it more difficult."
"One day! That's hardly anything Albus!"
"I understand, really. But for now it would not suit our purposes, the goal is to get Harry and your daughter together correct? Then we must play a long game. Continue to instruct Ron to befriend Harry, should he fail try your twins, I believe that are fans of a group his father started. If need be you could let slip his father was Prongs of the Marauders. Establish a good relationship between him and your family."
"So what am I supposed to do? Nothing?" Molly huffed.
"No, I have noticed that Harry has befriended two of the smartest girls, at least if the muggle-borns pre Hogwarts tests are anything to go by, in his year. Since the wards around your home will prevent detection by all means start teaching young Ginny. If she has progressed far enough I will of course recommend her for promotion to Harry's year." Dumbledore thought it was a rather elegant solution considering he had thought of it in moments.
"Very well. If Ron hasn't managed anything by Halloween I'll set the twins on him. We need to start working on Harry to make sure those muggles haven't corrupted him."
"Of course, now if you'll excuse me." Dumbledore ended the floo call. Well that should hold her for a while and allow him to focus on more important things. Such as the fact that Harry's owl was clearly at breakfast this morning while the tracking charms showed it over the North Sea
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Somewhere on the North Sea a fishing boat fought the increasingly rough waves as another storm approached. They'd been having horrible luck until a stray balloon had somehow become tangled in their mast. It had quickly become a kind of good luck charm for the men and with little else to do several bets were placed on how long it would remain.
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Towards the end of the second week of classes Nott had his chance. A suggestion to professor Snape saw the potion they were originally going to make changed with the Laughing potion, a lower form of the Draught of Hysteria. However normal first year cauldrons wouldn't do, normally they were replaced with better models at the start of fourth year as part of their required supplies. Since no first year would have the proper cauldron, needing one that could handle the potion when it was very acidic, Snape had set out the schools supply of cauldrons for his next class.
Nott walked over to the station Potter and his whores always used. He removed a small block of condensed dragon fat and rubbed the inside of their cauldron, then wiped up the excess with a rag. Dragon fat had several nasty reactions with certain potion ingredients. One of those being Knarl quills, a key ingredient with in the Laughing potion. Once he was sure none of them would notice he slipped into the classrooms office. Snape had excused him for the day so he could work on an independent project but he didn't want to miss this.
The students hurried in as the bell rang and took their seats, Nott smiled as Potter, Granger and Lovegood took their normal seats. Snape strolled to the front of the class. "Listen carefully; I have been informed that you are not the dunderheads I have been lead to believe. So I will give you this chance to prove the other professors correct. The Laughing potion is surely beyond all of you but should any of you manage to brew even an acceptable potion I will reconsider my position. You have the hour, begin!"
Nott peaked through the door as everyone began to brew their potions. His anticipation building as each ingredient was added, one closer to the quills.
Harry frowned at their potion. It should have been almost clear with a tint of green, instead there was a yellow tone to it. He looked back at the book while Luna and Hermione finished shaving the quills. "Did I miss something somewhere?"
The girls checked the book and potion. "Well the alihotsy leafs were a bit wilted, maybe that's it."
"I don't know, this looks more like some kind of contamination." Harry said as he checked the left over pieces from the ingredients already added. They all appeared fine, no funguses or mold.
"Potter why have you not added your quills yet?" Snape snapped from behind them.
"Sorry sir, the potion appeared contaminated and…"
"You presume to know enough to tell when a potion is contaminated? My my that is a high opinion of yourself." Snape glanced at the potion. "Your sea potato slime was old."
Harry picked up the vial, what little of the slime that remained inside looked fine. Then again he wasn't sure how to tell with that particular ingredient. Finally he shrugged and took the shaved quills. Slowly he added them to the potion and stirred until they dissolved. They would remove the acidity and make it safe to consume.
Hermione traded places with Harry to take over the stirring while he and Luna began to clean their station. She barely had time to see the potion violently bubbling and call out a warning. "Down!"
She cast a shield over the cauldron as she shoved Harry and Luna to the ground and out of the blast that tore through the shield. The classroom shook; loose ingredients were throwing around and ignited in several smaller explosions. Fumes filled the confined space causing everyone who remained conscious through the ordeal to cough violently.
"Hermione, Luna, you both alright?" Harry asked between coughing fits.
"Fine." Luna mumbled from next to him.
"Hermione? Hermione?" Harry tried to shift her off of himself, the dead weight of her body set off alarm bells in his mind. One of their seats had fallen across her pinning them beneath their friend. Luna wiggled until they could get free.
Even after all they had seen in the war Harry barely managed to keep from emptying his stomach. Hermione was unconscious, her back an angry red. The potion that had exploded covered her clothes and ate through them before beginning its work on her skin. Slowly dissolving it as the other students struggled to their feet. She'd lose at least two inches of hair to the potion as well.
"Luna, I'll clean you heal." Harry said as he began to cast a spell to remove the potion from Hermione's back. It took several passes before he was sure there was nothing left doing more damage.
Luna cast spells to repair the damage and regrow Hermione skin, except they weren't doing anything. The burnt edges of her skin refused to frown back together and cover the wound. Blood seeped up from the exposed muscles. "Damn it why aren't they working? Harry she won't heal!"
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(A/N: Thank you for reading. Comments and critiques are welcome; flames will be force feed to a random minion. As always a big thank you to my beta Katzztar, thank you for all your work. Just a side note the scene with Fawkes and McGonagall was suggested to me by Katzztar and I turn over all credit for it to my amazing beta.)