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Ch 9 Second Attempt
Men are made stronger on realization that the helping hand they need is at the end of their own arm. ~Sidney J. Phillips

Tonight, Harry thought. Tonight is the night we will finally slip Snape the potion.

The trio had decided on ignoring Dumbledore for now, on Hermione's protest. Instead, Harry was now underneath his invisibility cloak, trying to keep his breathing as quiet as possible, and was now sneaking into Snape's private quarters.

Who would have thought I'd be willingly seeing Snape? Harry thought. Just last year I'd rather meet Malfoy.

The door opened, and Severus Snape breezed into his quarters, sitting down on a chair to read.

And now, I wait, Harry thought lamely.

Harry stood near the edge of the room for what felt like hours upon hours. Finally, 8 o'clock came around and a house elf appeared with a glass of Firewhiskey. The house elf promptly disapparated with a crack, and Snape took a drink. Knowing Harry would have to either make the glass 'disappear' by putting it under the cloak to pour the mix in or to reveal his hand, he was silently relieved when Snape put his glass down and walked into his personal potions lab. Seizing his chance, Harry quickly and quietly made his way to the table. He was in such a hurry to do so before Snape returned that he tripped over the rug and fell loudly on the floor. Cursing, Harry picked himself up and hurried out the door before he was caught.

"It didn't work," Harry said. He was frustrated with the whole ordeal. The dreams had not stopped since the first night. And though it was a welcome change from dreaming of Voldemort all the time, it was putting a lot of pressure on him, although Lily was trying to not do so.

"What did the bloody git do this time?" Ron said exasperated.

"Nothing. He left the room and I-I tripped," Harry blushed at his mistake.

"You tripped? How?" Hermione asked.

"On the rug. I guess I didn't see it there."

Hermione giggled. "Since when have you ever been clumsy?"

"I don't really think it was accidental now that I think about it. Hermione, how much does your subconscious control what you do?" Harry asked.

"Well you can't really tell, I mean, otherwise it wouldn't be your subconscious, would it? Why do you ask?" Hermione replied.

"I got this feeling, when I went over to pour the drink in. It-oh never mind," Harry said. How could they believe him?

"Go on, mate. We'll hear you out," Ron encouraged.

"I-I got this feeling that maybe tonight wasn't the right time to give him the potion. Like we should wait until the weekend in case something bad happens. I guess I didn't want to risk it," Harry explained. He hoped they would understand. To his surprise, neither Ron nor Hermione laughed or gave him funny looks. Instead, Ron said, "That sounds like a better idea anyway."

Harry sighed with relief. Spying Ginny over in the corner working on homework, Harry wanted to go talk to her. But not with Ron here to question me, Harry thought reluctantly.

As if reading Harry's mind, Ginny closed up her books, and upon spotting the trio, smiled and walked over to them.

"Hi guys," she said.

"Hey Gin," Ron replied.

"What are you guys up to? I would ask you where the twins are, but I found them," Ginny said while pointing to the door.

Fred and George were laughing with Lee Jordan as they walked into the Common Room.

"…did you see his face?" Fred or George asked -Harry couldn't keep them straight- as they walked up to the dorms.

"Did you see him after he chased us down the…" Lee laughed. The conversation was cut off as they made their way upstairs.

"We'll find out what they did tomorrow then," Harry said.

Ginny nodded. "They probably set off Dung bombs or more fireworks. I'm glad they came back after last year. I think the only reason they came back is because they need more testers."

Hermione pursed her lips. Last year she tried guilt tripping them into stopping. But this year, she didn't mind so much.

"Well, I'm off to bed. See you," Ginny said.

"Night," Harry replied, watching her walk up the stairs.

"What's with you mate?" Ron asked.

"Nothing," Harry smiled.