Chapter Three: Amoretti Incantatem

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Note: Amoretti means true love in this story. It must be a real word because Microsoft Word told me so.

Harry woke up the next morning, feeling very tired after a very restless night. He still couldn't believe what had happened the day before. It played over and over in his mind.

"Oh Harry. I do love you, but I also love Ron and I've invested a lot into our relationship. I can't go back on that now, don't you see? I have to go. I'm sorry."

He went to the kitchen to make himself a pepper-up potion. He glanced over at the table and saw an old book lying there. It was called "101 Hexes You'll Be Thankful For Later" by George Spellman.

"Where did this come from?" Harry wondered aloud.

As he picked up the book, he noticed that somebody, or something, had marked a page. He flipped to it, and the article he found there would be in his memory for the rest of his life.

1 Amoretti Incantatem

This spell, discovered in the late 19th Century, is used when a person claims to love two people. Once the spell is performed, he or she will announce their TRUE love at exactly five hours from which the time the spell is performed and then all will live happy ever after. A warning to the user: We do apologize, should this spell be used, we are required to inform you that the person you desire is just as likely to feel the same about the other person as you. Good luck!



Harry was stunned. He quickly looked at the clock on the wall. "9 o'clock". Ron and Hermione were to be married at noon. He was already too late, but he had to try, he couldn't risk not knowing. He dressed quickly, and apparated to Hermione's parents house. He burst through the door, and into the familiar hallway.

"Hermione! Hermione! Where are you?" He cried.

"Harry? Is that you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes!" Harry called back, and ran into the room where her voice was coming from.

"Harry, What are you doing here?" she asked.

Harry reached for his wand.

"What are you doing?" she managed to get out, while looked very puzzled.

"AMORETTI INCANTATEM!" Harry cried, and then ran from the house and apparated back to his own. It was then eight-thirty.