Chapter Ten
The Dismemberment Potion
Voldemort was walking to Potions class when he saw Harry moving around unusually, checking to make sure that no one was watching him. Voldemort became curious and followed. Harry quietly moved down a corridor until he came to someone else. Voldemort couldn't see who it was so he moved in closer. When he came close enough, he found Harry with his arms wrapped around Cho Chang.
"Oh! Gross!" cried Voldemort to himself.
Harry looked up. "Who's there?"
Voldemort hid behind a suit of armor. Harry walked over.
"What is it?" asked Cho.
Harry strained his vision. "Probably just a ghost."
Suddenly a Ron's homework monster jumped out and tossed Harry across the room.
"Oh my gosh!" cried Cho.
The monster turned on her and knocked her out.
Meanwhile, Voldemort was still sitting behind the suit of armor, trying to decide the best way to kill Harry. He was totally oblivious to what was going on.
"Okay, I'll just jump out and kill him. It will be easy. And if the girl runs, I'll kill her too. And if she doesn't run, I'll still kill her."
Voldemort jumped out and shot a killing curse. It flew and missed Harry by inches, but it did get the monster's attention. As it moved in, Voldemort hit it with a flame curse, and the whole monster burned into dust (Somewhere else in the school, Hermione cried out, because she sensed that a great deal of important homework had just been destroyed).
"Martin!" gasped Harry as he stood up from the rubble. "You saved my life!"
Voldemort's eye twitched, his mouth hung open. A dull groan was the only thing that he was able to say.
Cho stood up from the wreckage. "Oh. Harry, I think I'll just be off to the hospital wing."
"Here," said Harry. "I'll take you."
"I think I'm going to be sick." said Voldemort five seconds before he threw up on the floor.
As Voldemort entered potions class Snape approached him. "Late again Mr.-" Snape yelped and jumped backwards. "My Lord, er I mean, Mr. Riddlen. How nice for you to be attending. W-why don't you take a seat next to Malfoy."
Malfoys face went pale. "Why is he in our class? He's only a first year!"
"He is very good at potions." sneered Snape. "Crabbe. Why don't you move over so that The Dark Lor- I mean, Martin can sit there."
"Malfoy!" said Voldemort in his best imitation of a spastic six year old.
Malfoy looked at Voldemort as if he were some kind of ugly creature.
"Now class," began Snape in his most dull tone of voice. "we will be making a wolfs bane potion. It will include seventy-three ingredients, it will have three hundred-twenty-seven steps, and you must have it finished in one hour." Snape paused, and then added. "Except Mr. Riddlen, who can make what ever he wants."
At that moment Harry walked in.
"Mr. Potter." said Snape in an evil tone of voice. "Late again. I guess you would rather be up to some tomfoolery than be learning important things."
"I was on my way, but I was attacked by Ron's homework, which he won't be able to turn in because Martin destroyed it while saving me." said Harry.
"A likely story." sneered Snape. "Fifty points from Gryffindor."
"What?!" gasped Harry.
"And two hundred points to Slytherin, for Martin saving Harry's life."
Voldemort suddenly piped up. "I've finished my potion!"
Snape walked up to Voldemort. "Ooh." He sneered (for the fiftieth time that day). "A perfect dismemberment potion. Will you be testing it on someone?"
"Oh yes! Harry Potter,"
"Hmm? What?" asked Harry who had some how dozed off.
"Because he's my favorite student!"
Malfoy suddenly looked up. "What? Give me that!"
Malfoy grabbed the potion and drank it down in one gulp. Almost instantly his arms and legs fell off his torso. Malfoy screamed in horror.
"I'll go get the antidote." said Snape as if nothing had happened.