A Furry Little Problem
I woke up early on Christmas morning to check on the Polyjuice potion. To my delight, it was ready. Talk about perfect timing! It would be so easy to pull off our plans when almost everyone was at home. Not to mention that it would make my plan of drugging Crabbe and Goyle a lot easier. All I had to do was steal some Christmas cakes and inject s sleeping draught, which, unbeknownst to Ron and Harry, I'd been brewing in another cubicle of Myrtle's bathroom.
Christmas at Hogwarts is amazing. The Great Hall is always decorated beautifully, and the atmosphere is so relaxed and happy that you couldn't help but have fun. We sang carols and generally were silly until I decided it was time to get going on operation Polyjuice Potion.
Stage one went perfectly. Crabbe and Goyle were stowed safely in a broom cupboard, and the potion looked exactly like the pictures in the book. Things started to go wrong when I drank my portion. I can't believe I was stupid enough to trust a hair I'd found on my robes. I should have seen how dangerous that was. But oh well, what's been done's been done, and I can't change that.
As soon as I took the first sip fur started sprouting from my face. I sent the boys off to the Slytherin Common Room, while I stayed behind and hoped my situation wouldn't get worse. Unfortunately, I not only grew a tail, but my ears elongated into cat's ears, my eyes became yellow, and I grew whiskers to match the fur. This was not good, not good at all. I didn't want to tell Harry and Ron, but I didn't really have a choice. I should have known I could trust them not to laugh. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey didn't ask many questions, just quietly assessed me and began planning my treatment.
I was in the hospital wing for about six weeks, and caused quite a stir throughout the school. Harry and Ron were able to convince them I'd just been taken ill by a Christmas prank gone wrong, which was kind of the truth, and soon everyone stopped trying to get a look at me.
Not long after I got out, Harry found the diary. I couldn't believe Hagrid was Slytherin's hear. The idea was just as preposterous as it being Harry. No, I refused to believe it, it must have been a mistake.
A/N. So I hope you enjoyed those last two chapters. Sorry again about the wait. Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome. Oh, and do you like how it's structured now, or would you like some dialogue? NG