Hey guys thanks for reading, and double thanks for all the reviews.. Ya'll are real inspiring.. Gred and Forge in this chappie! And uh some antidotes maybe…oh well just read…
Disclaimer: just the same as always no own, wish I did….
"I think it's time for a new prank." Fred stated to George as they sat in the back of the library pouring over books filled with antidotes, as of yet they had found nothing in the way of Love Potion Antidotes. "I was thinking.. Maybe this time we could use a Banana, a chocolate frog, and a game of exploding snap. Oh Hell look at this!" He nearly shouted the last statement as he found a page filled with hearts in the book he was looking at.
George stared down at the book, both twins open mouthed stared at the text.
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Love Potion Antidotes
In recent years, many witches and wizards have attempted to use and make such potions. However, As these things do not exist, no antidote is available. Many such Love Potions are merely an emotion amplifier. If severe Hate is the emotion, then even more sever hatred will be the result. Love, Hate, and Passion are all very closely related, and as this is the case, sometimes when given an emotion amplifier, these boundaries are crossed, resulting in confusion on the behalf of the user. But for cases when Love is the outcome, the person loved at least on a subconscious level, the one they first see.
Emotion Amplifiers only work for a few short hours, but the after results may be permanent. Once the feelings are felt, one rarely strays from those feelings.
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"It wasn't OUR FAULT!" George shouted, gaining him a horrible look from the librarian. (Yes it was)
"no it wasn't , see it says so right here." (All right whatever, it wasn't your fault per say, but who gave the amplifier to Draco? Huh.. that's right, I'm correct. Now don't you have double potions or something?)
"ya so? Uh I said.. Ya so?" no one answered. "Where'd ya go?"
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Draco and Hermione rushed towards Dumbledore's office. So quickly in fact that Hermione had yet to notice that she was still gripping Draco's hand tightly. She paused momentarily to spout out the password to Dumbledore's office. "Blue Mushroom." But to no avail, the door would not open. "Blue Mushroom." She shouted, but the voice of reason in her head told her perhaps that was no longer the password. "Shit."
"Mione, my love, I don't think that's the password either. How about Pepper steak? Chocolate Frog?"
"Chicken Fingers? Lemon Drop? Mutton Chops?" Suddenly the door swung open allowing them to pass up the stairs and into his office.
"Mutton chops?" Draco asked incredulously, Hermione nodded attempting to keep a straight face.
They reached a large oak desk, with a large leather chair turned towards the far wall. A phoenix burst into flames at their right, causing them to jump in shock. Hermione might have felt sorry for it, if she didn't know about the strange life cycles of such birds.
"Wow did you see that?" Draco crowed, pulling his hand away from Hermione's and pointed at the ugly little phoenix chick. The loss of contact returned her focus to the matter at hand.
"Professor Dumbledore?" she asked the back of the chair. The chair swiveled around to show.. "Oh My God Professor?"….