The Polyjuice Potion- Take 2!!

Summary: The Match


Most of the school had turned out to see the match between Griffindor and Slytherin. All the Slytherins stood in the stands cheering loudly for their team (except for Derick Moon, who was banned from watching the game because of the hex he'd cast on Professor Lockhart). They wanted to see how badly the Griffindors would lose.

The other houses cheered for Griffindor, though they too believed it was a losing battle. After all, the Slytherins had the best brooms money could buy—it was impossible to beat them. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach. Oliver Wood's pep talk didn't help matters much. Harry was worried he wouldn't be able to live up to expectations. If they lost…No, don't think it, Harry said firmly to himself. 'We are going to win!'

As they mounted their brooms and rose to the skies, Harry heard Malfoy yell, 'All right there, Scarhead?' He didn't reply, instead swerving sharply to the right to avoid a bludger from knocking him off his broom. 'Close one Harry,' George called out cheerfully, and followed the bludger.

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'Yes, close one,' Malfoy silently thought. He vaguely glanced around to look for the snitch, but his eyes invariably turned back to Harry. He was being chased by a Bludger that didn't seem to want to leave him alone. Malfoy laughed aloud but stopped as Harry ducked and narrowly missed being hit. 'What the…' Malfoy pursed his lips. Something was wrong. Bludgers weren't supposed to concentrate on only one player, but this one was following Harry around everywhere. It had obviously been tampered with. The Griffindors would probably think their team did it, Malfoy realised and rolled his eyes. As if the Slytherins would stoop so low, especially in a Quidditch match they could so easily win without help.

The Griffindors called a time-out, so the Slytherins landed and gathered to talk about the rogue bludger.

'Oh Gawd!' Adrian Pucey panted, a broad grin plastered on his face. He slapped his knee and roared with laughter. 'Gawd, that there bludger's sure doin' its job!' he managed between gulps.

'Oh yeah!' cheered Dominic Won, a Beater. Then, 'Hey, who fixed that bludger! That's great!'

No one admitted to doing it, but no one cared. They were winning, and it felt good.

'Can you imagine what they're discussing over there?' said a Chaser, pointing at the huddle of Griffindors. They all turned and looked and started jeering at the opposing team behind Madame Hooch's back, as she made her way over to them to ask them if they were ready.

Malfoy didn't laugh, but quietly waited for them to turn back to Marcus Flint, the Captain, who was also waiting.

'Okay girls,' he said when they had given him their attention, 'this is all good, and I want you to keep it up. You,' he pointed to Dominic, 'stick with the second Bludger, and you,' he said, indicating the other Beater, 'you stop those Weasley twins from getting the Bludger away from Potter. And you,' he turned to Malfoy, 'get that snitch. Alright, let's go!'

The team cheered and clambered onto their brooms. At the sound of the whistle, they were up in the air again.

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Blaise managed to slip away from the crowd when Madame Hooch blew the whistle for the time out. He ran back to the castle. He knew exactly where he was heading. The only things he had to watch out for were the ghosts, Filch and any loose teachers who had decided to patrol the school.

As he reached Professor Snape's office, he slowed down and pulled out his wand, touching it to the lock on the door.

'Ok,' he muttered, 'let's hope this works. Clarus Sigillum!' And magically, the door swung open. Blaise glanced around furtively, then entered and closed the door behind him.

It was dark inside with no windows to let the light in. 'Lumos,' Blaise whispered and his wand lit up dimly, giving a shadowy view of the office. To see clearly, the torches would have to be ignited, and they could only be lit with a spell Blaise didn't know. He made his way straight to the cupboard and opened it. Inside sat rows upon rows of bottles and small vials of different colour liquids and powders. There were jars filled with other ingredients too. Some of the containers weren't labelled.

Blaise searched for what he needed—luckily those had a tag on them—and he shoved the ingredients into a hidden pocket in his robes. As he was turning to go, he caught sight of a small crystal bottle filled with clear liquid. The label was barely legible especially in the fading light, but Blaise managed to read it. He smirked and took an empty phial from the shelf. He poured a few drops of the clear liquid into it, and pocketed it, putting the bottle back.

He slowly closed the cupboard doors, and left the office. When he turned to shut the door, the phial fell out of his pocket onto the floor. Luckily, it didn't break. As Blaise bent down to pick it up, he heard a familiar raspy voice behind him. Blaise groaned inwardly.

'What are you doing here?' Filch snarled. Argus Filch had become even more short-tempered ever since his cat, his best friend, had been Petrified.

Blaise, who was still in a bending position, scooped up the receptacle without Filch noticing and clutched at his stomach. 'I…I have to go to M-Madame Pomfrey,' he moaned, his face twisted in pain. He secretly dropped the phial into his pocket and continued to groan. 'I…I don't feel so good…I think I'm g-going to…' He made a violent retching sound and Filch stumbled backwards in dismay.

'Well then…go, quickly! I don't want you throwing up all over the floor!' He shooed Blaise away and Blaise ran off, still clutching his stomach.

As he got further away, his pained face turned into a victorious one. He smirked and ran to the Hospital Wing, just in case Filch was still watching.

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Blaise arrived at the Hospital Wing and turned around, hearing voices behind him. As they came closer, Blaise realised it was Hermione and Ron escorting Harry to Madame Pomfrey. His arm seemed strangely limp.

Madame Pomfrey, as if sensing them, threw the door wide open and rushed right past Blaise to Harry. All three were very concerned about Harry's predicament, and didn't notice the other boy. Following typical Slytherin impulse, Blaise dashed inside the room and flung himself under the bed. The sheets hung down the sides of the bed, shielding him from any onlookers.

He heard Potter climb into bed and Madame Pomfrey tell him off, then draw the curtains around the bed. Ron was changing Harry into his pyjamas—he had to stay the night. Then Pomfrey left, and the dream team started talking.

'We won!' said Ron happily. 'That was some catch you made!…'

So, Malfoy didn't get the snitch, Blaise thought ruefully, shaking his head. Even with the better brooms, we still lost.

After Ron laughed at Malfoy's loss, Hermione started talking, and Blaise settled himself down to listen.

'I want to know how he fixed that Bludger,' she said sullenly.

Harry fidgeted, making the bed creak, and said, 'We can add that to the list of questions we'll ask him when we've taken the Polyjuice Potion. I hope it tastes better than this stuff…'

Blaise listened with increasing astonishment. Polyjuice Potion? They were going to take Polyjuice Potion to question Malfoy? Blaise almost laughed the irony of it all. The door suddenly burst open and the rest of the Griffindor team trooped in to see Harry. Everyone started talking about the match, and Blaise lost interest. The noise level grew, till finally Madame Pomfrey told them all to get out.

Finally, about an hour later, Blaise heard the soft snore of Harry sleeping. Slowly, he crawled out from underneath the bed and snuck to the door. He stole out, closing the door quietly behind him.

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For the rest of the day, Malfoy avoided Marcus Flint as much as he could. In the Slytherin common room after dinner, he told Crabbe and Goyle to leave him alone, and he went up to his dormitory. He drew the curtains around him and sulked, and if anyone came up to talk to him, he threatened to hex them. In this way, Blaise didn't get to tell Malfoy what he'd heard.


§~Author's Notes™: ok, it's like this: I'm avoiding looking at the 3rd book because I don't like the cover ;) so if there were any references in that book relevant to anything in my story, I'm sorry but it ain't gonna be taken into account! Also, thanks for the reviews. I don't think my story is very good, but I'm very excited by it all! To Green Eyed Lady: I can't believe I missed that Lili Aceae thing! See, I was looking for a name, so I went to Encarta to look up stuff, and I think I looked up 'Garlic'. Anyway, Liliaceae is a type of garlic (or something like that). And Latin was never my forte (considering I never learnt it) so that spell Blaise does to the door...well, I hope for the best that it makes sense....In the 4th book, Snape says only a wizard could break the charm on his door. I didn't think 'Alahamora' was appropriate. Okay, that's all my ranting for now.~§