Title: Newcomer
Rating: PG-13
Author: This is my first H.P. Fanfic, so plz be nice. R&R.
Disclaimer: Arwen is mine, everything else is owned by J. K. Rowling. Though if there's something else u recognise, then plz say
Summary: Harry is in his 5th year, and there's a new girl in school. But something about her is extremely strange. Will Harry & friends cope?
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Chapter 2: Wolves and Potions:
Arwen looked around the entrance in wonder. They had just ridden across the lake in small magic powered boats, and, much to the amusement of Hagrid, who she had shared a larger boat with, had had an interesting talk with the giant squid, to tell Hagrid that he needed to 'find a way to cut down the population of Grindylow, for they are eating all the food', whatever that means.
They had just left the boats and were waiting for Hagrid to come back, to take them to the Sorting of Houses. Arwen was getting a few strange looks from the 1st years, 'isn't she abit old to start now? I thought you were specially chosen, so you had to start in first year. How strange.' Sighing, Arwen closed off their minds as the number of remarks threatened to consume her.
Finally, the giant wooden doors opened, and there stood a tall, strict looking woman,
"If you could just follow me please" She hurried across a giant hall, into a chamber to the right. She could hear the voices of the rest of the school from the two closed doors near the chamber. Swallowing nervously, Arwen entered with the 1st years, to be told what to do...
*****
Harry looked towards where the 1st years, and Arwen were to appear. They had told most of Griffindor about Arwen, but they had sworn not to tell anyone about her 'special magic' intil she was ready to say herself. So now all those in Griffindor (which would probably be everyone by now) that know of her, were waiting eagerly for when she must be sorted.
At last, the door opened, and Professor McGonagall, leading the newcomers, came out and lined up in front of the school, Arwen standing next to McGonagall.
*****
"Now, Arwen there is no known surname for you, so I need one suitable to tell Professor Dumbledore for the announcement" Arwen looked up at Professor McGonagall,
"Battlemaiden will do", she tried to keep her voice as quiet as possible. The Professor looked quite taken back by this name, but then shrugged slightly and whispered the name to the headmaster, whose name was Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the room fell into silence.
"Welcome students, to another year at Hogwarts. Before the sorting of the 1st years, may I just say, that we have a new student in our amidst, who is to join the 5th year." Arwen could feel the eyes of the school locked on to her; to afraid for even glimpses at what they were thinking, she concentrated on Dumbledore. "Miss Arwen Battlemaiden, will you please step up to the stool to be sorted."
He smiled warmly to her, and Arwen walked nervously to where the hat sat in front of the 1st years. Sitting down, she took the hat in her hands and pulled it over her head...
'Well, well, this is a complicated mind.' A small voice could be heard inside her head, 'Yes, yes, a lot of courage I see, and power, certainly power. Your mind is extremely equal in good and evil, which house should I put you in to change that balance, hmm?' 'Don't put me in Slytherin, you know the consequences if I join the wrong side, it would lead to a disaster beyond repair.' 'Not Slytherin ay? Well then, better be... GRIFFINDOR!'
Grinning, Arwen took the hat off her head, and placed it back on the stool,
"Thank you", Arwen whispered, and she went to sit next to Hermione on the Griffindor table as they cheered around her.
*****
After the sorting and the feast was finished, Arwen, led by Hermione, Ron & Harry, was taken to the Griffindor common room. After saying goodbye to Harry and Ron, and many others, which were her classmates, she followed Hermione to the dorms.
"Professor McGonagall said to go to the dormitory second on the left..."
"Brilliant! That's mine! Come on, when we sort out your stuff, we can go through your time table..." Entering the room, Arwen noticed that her clothes had already been laid out on one of the four-poster beds. Dragging her suitcase onto the bed, which had been stored in front of it, she began to unpack most of her belongings.
"Do you need my help?" Hermione watched as stuff began floating out of the suitcase, Arwen grinned and turned her back on the self-unpacking suitcase,
"Na, it's ok. It should do that by itself now", Arwen took out a piece of paper from her suitcase, "come on, I want to see and *understand* my timetable." Taking her hand, Arwen led, or dragged Hermione out of the dormitory, as she tried to see the strange objects floating around the wardrobe and bedside table, 'almost as if the stuff is deciding where to go... Was that a sword?'
Before Hermione's thoughts could be spoken aloud, Arwen led Hermione back to the common room, where a few were now relaxing back into what was probably by habit, of playing chess, and reading books, and finishing homework. Sitting in two chairs near the fire, Arwen took out her timetable, as did Hermione.
"Ok, my first lesson is double potions. What do you do in that?" Hermione reached over, and took Arwen's timetable,
"That's with Professor Snape, its well, making potions", she finished lamely, "oh, we're sharing with the Slytherins", from the look on Hermione's face, Arwen could tell that was a bad thing,
"That would be the Evil Professor right?" Hermione smiled, and after a quick run through, gave back the timetable,
"He's not *evil*, he just... acts evil", sharing an amused grin, Hermione shrugged and looked at her own timetable,
"Then I've got History Of Magic... I've got Care Of Magical Creatures for third lesson. That sounds good, what's that like?"
"That's with Hagrid. Unless Hagrid has a another patch of Blast-ended Skewts, you'll love it", at Arwen's blank look, Hermione described the awful creatures that they had to 'care for' last year. Arwen grinned,
"They sound pretty cool", obviously that wasn't the answer Hermione hoped for, and went on to tell her about the Hippogriff accident in her third year, after finishing the story, Arwen laughed openly,
"Serves the bugger right! Nice to see he knows he's not as invincible as he thought he was..."As the inhabitants of the room started to thin out, Arwen and Hermione went back to their dormitory (the other beds now filled with sleeping strangers), and finally, had their first sleep, back at Hogwarts.
*****
Arwen and Hermione walked over to where Harry and Ron were happily eating breakfast in the main hall. Noticing Hermione's sleepy appearance, while Arwen had one, more of guilt, Harry instantly eyed the two as they wearily sat down opposite them, concentrating on anything that wasn't the girl next to them,
"What's up?" pretending not to notice, Arwen selected out a quite large breakfast from around the table, and started eating. Hermione sighed has she spooned out a helping of baked beans,
"Well, Arwen, being used to waking by the sun," Arwen suddenly was more dramatically interested her food, "woke up at five, and believing we also should be awake at this time, put a silencing spell around the dorm, and did a spell that sounded like 100 deaf banshees trying to sing the national anthem!"
"I'm sorry! I don't know what you guys do around here! I thought you should have woken to! I'm sorry! It's instinct", Hermione scoffed loudly,
"Instinct? That was instinct? Then obviously you were raised by insane wolves!" But that obviously that hit a mark, for Arwen made a sound that was similar to a growl, and with a flash of red, took off towards the Griffindor common room. Harry leaned over to Hermione's stunned face, and said with only a hint of humour,
"You know Hermione, from what we know of her past, you were probably right..." Ron frowned at Hermione,
"That was rough Herm, real rough," Hermione groaned loudly, and put her hands over her cringing face,
"Oh... She hasn't even started her first day, and already she hates me" Ron patted her head sympathetically,
"Don't worry Hermione, she'll get over it. All you need to do is apologize..." Ron shared a quick glance with Harry. No matter what the cause, Hermione was as stubborn as anything when it came to apologizing, definitely if she thought she was in the right. There was no *way* she was going to apologize.
*****
Harry glanced nervously at Arwen and Hermione. They were going to Potions, and of course they needed to show Arwen the way. They hadn't said a word to each other ever since breakfast, and Harry was finding it extremely annoying, and so was Ron,
"Stop it would you!" Ron suddenly shouted, making everyone stare, Arwen, who already knew what was on his mind, asked innocently,
"What?" they had stopped, while Ron paced in front of them,
"This, this silence! Look, please can you two just sort this thing out, because I am getting tired of watching you two look at each other, as if you'd said you were really Malfoy's mother!" He grabbed both of them and pulled them together,
"Look, if you aren't going to say it then I will..." Ron turned to Hermione, "Hermione, Arwen is sorry for waking you up so early. I'm sure it wasn't a pleasant experience, but you've got to admit, I'm sure you were worried about getting up in the first place," he turned to Arwen, "Arwen, Hermione is sorry for saying that you were raised by insane wolves. We don't actually know if you were raised by wolves, but she didn't mean it as an insult, ok?" both girls nodded, "now, *say sorry*",
"Sorry,"
"Sorry,"
"Now, lets go to Potions before Snape singes our arses, 'right? Ok then," and with a bemused smile from Harry and Ron, while the girls had ones more of embarrassment, they set off in a hurry to the dungeons.
*****
The four Griffindors walked through the door, all with red faces, and breathing heavily from running. The greasy haired teacher smiled coldly and drifted over to them as they tried to catch their breath,
"Ten points from Griffindor, and detention to all of you. This is certainly a disgraceful start to the year. You may stay after the lesson, so I may see what to do with you. Now sit down." Harry, Ron and Hermione went glumly to their seats, but Arwen stayed,
"Excuse sir, where should I sit?" Arwen couldn't help the iciness slip into her words. Already she had a detention, and she had even started her first lesson yet! This man was so... Evil. Arwen smiled inwardly. The teacher gazed at her for awhile, then made his way the giant desk at the front of the room,
"You must be our new student," he looked at a note on the desk, "Arwen Battlemaiden is it?" Arwen nodded, "I am Professor Snape, I am the Potions Master at this school, and so, your teacher for Potions. You may sit next to Neville, he will... Guide you, if you need any help," Arwen saw many Slytherins sniggering at some silent joke, looking to the Griffindors, many of them showed quick glances of annoyance towards Professor Snape and apologetic looks towards her. Neville just looked scared.
Snape smiled lazily as Arwen made her way to sit next to Neville. Only a table away was Draco and one of his 'bodyguards', that Harry had called 'Crabbe'. He sneered coldly at Arwen and mouthed the words, 'you'll pay'. In return, Arwen gave him a one-fingered salute.
Snape opened a heavy book, and swept his eyes over the class before speaking,
"As Arwen is new to this type of class, we will start with something simple. If you could please open your copies of 'Potions Of Preference' to page 327, 'Dreamless Sleep'. If your potion is correct, then it should fizz with a shade of green." Looking towards Neville, he starting speaking, "and please read the book carefully, for the side effects are unknown, and maybe irreversible."
Once again, sniggers from the Slytherin area floated through the air. Arwen turned towards Neville to see he was red with anger and embarrassment, 'he always turns on me, I hate it. I can't help being wrong all the time, with him staring at me, and the Slytherins, it makes me nervous'.
Arwen frowned, 'so he put me with the clumsy one on purpose, to make me fail at my first attempt? Well, I'll just have to prove him wrong...'
Taking out the equipment needed, she started grinding up the 'Dung beetle shells? Gross, do we have to eat these?' Making sure no one was looking, she used her magic to start the fire of her cauldron, and poured in the right amount of 'Unicorn Milk, cool', and looked back at the book.
'According to this, I must wait for it to boil to an orange colour, then add the shells, and the herb'. Taking out the thick leaf, she started cutting the leaf into neatly shaped squares. Looking over at Neville, she noticed he was about to add the shells, before it boiled. Quickly tapping his shoulder, she waved at the book, and pointed at where he had gone wrong.
Sighing in relief, he smiled and nodded in thanks, and too, started chopping his leaf into more confident squares. 'Thank God she told me. I'd of messed up the whole potion', smiling to herself for helping Neville, she added the ingredients to the now, orange liquid, and watched as it turned from orange, to a pale red.
'Now, add a pinch of powdered dragon hide. Huh, That is so cruel', doing as it asked, she added the powerful powder, and with a poof of smoke that smelled of rotten fish, it turned to deep blue. 'Nearly finished', looking back at the book, she read the last of the text,
**...The potion should then turn a deep bluish colour. Then add the Vergiften Rose Thorn to the potion. Remember. You MUST cut off the parts with the reddish tint. It is highly magical, and will end in vast consequences, if added to the potion...**
Doing as it told, Arwen added the thorn, as others around the class were doing so. With a loud fizz, it turned green. Smiling, Harry and Ron gave a thumbs-up under the table, and many Griffindors mouthed words of congratulations from across the classroom. Snape looked more dangerous then ever, now that his plan of sabotage had failed, as did the Slytherins. He started his way over to Arwen to check the potion was 'absolutely' correct.
Neville, who was now on the stage of adding his thorn, smiled confidently, and suddenly felt delight, 'if Arwen can do it, then so can I! I can't believe I've managed to finish this potion!' In his cheerful state at finishing the potion, he didn't read what Arwen had just looked over. As he dropped the thorn in the cauldron, Arwen caught a glimpse of red on the falling thorn,
"No, Neville!" There was a great bang! And the contents of the cauldron exploded over Neville, Arwen, Professor Snape, Draco, and Crabbe.
"Holy shit!" Draco and Crabbe jumped out of their seats, and started yelling, while trying to shake the potion off them. Arwen also stood up, and tried to take off her potion soaked robe, before it soaked through. Suddenly, she went ridged, and gasped in pain. All over her body, where the potion had touched, her skin was turning pale and was starting to crack, blood seeping through the wounds.
Snape had managed to use some kind of magic to get most of the potion from soaking into himself, and his clothes, and was fixing the damage of what hadn't been stopped, in a great hurry. Draco and Crabbe were screaming in pain, as their friends started to help getting the potion from growing worse.
Nearly frozen in pain, Arwen looked over to Neville, who was crying silently, as blood was starting to show on his arms and face. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...' Arwen reached over to Neville, gasping in pain as the movement stretched the broken and bloody skin, opening it more. Biting down on her lip, so not to scream, she put her hand on Neville's shoulder,
"Can't live without a bit of pain, Neville", Neville gasped in shock, whether from the contact, or the fact that Arwen's eyes were glowing blue, as a hazy pale glow swirled from Arwen's hand, and slowing enveloped around Neville. The whole class (except Draco and Crabbe, who were thrashing and wailing on the floor) stared in amazement, as Neville's damaged skin started to heal, and finally vanished back to its normal but pale self.
When the healing finished, the ghostly light around Neville faded, and Arwen sat down wearily all pain forgotten, as exhaustion took over, and finally, she fell into unconsciousness.
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T.B.C. Plz R&R!
Rating: PG-13
Author: This is my first H.P. Fanfic, so plz be nice. R&R.
Disclaimer: Arwen is mine, everything else is owned by J. K. Rowling. Though if there's something else u recognise, then plz say
Summary: Harry is in his 5th year, and there's a new girl in school. But something about her is extremely strange. Will Harry & friends cope?
*****
Chapter 2: Wolves and Potions:
Arwen looked around the entrance in wonder. They had just ridden across the lake in small magic powered boats, and, much to the amusement of Hagrid, who she had shared a larger boat with, had had an interesting talk with the giant squid, to tell Hagrid that he needed to 'find a way to cut down the population of Grindylow, for they are eating all the food', whatever that means.
They had just left the boats and were waiting for Hagrid to come back, to take them to the Sorting of Houses. Arwen was getting a few strange looks from the 1st years, 'isn't she abit old to start now? I thought you were specially chosen, so you had to start in first year. How strange.' Sighing, Arwen closed off their minds as the number of remarks threatened to consume her.
Finally, the giant wooden doors opened, and there stood a tall, strict looking woman,
"If you could just follow me please" She hurried across a giant hall, into a chamber to the right. She could hear the voices of the rest of the school from the two closed doors near the chamber. Swallowing nervously, Arwen entered with the 1st years, to be told what to do...
*****
Harry looked towards where the 1st years, and Arwen were to appear. They had told most of Griffindor about Arwen, but they had sworn not to tell anyone about her 'special magic' intil she was ready to say herself. So now all those in Griffindor (which would probably be everyone by now) that know of her, were waiting eagerly for when she must be sorted.
At last, the door opened, and Professor McGonagall, leading the newcomers, came out and lined up in front of the school, Arwen standing next to McGonagall.
*****
"Now, Arwen there is no known surname for you, so I need one suitable to tell Professor Dumbledore for the announcement" Arwen looked up at Professor McGonagall,
"Battlemaiden will do", she tried to keep her voice as quiet as possible. The Professor looked quite taken back by this name, but then shrugged slightly and whispered the name to the headmaster, whose name was Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the room fell into silence.
"Welcome students, to another year at Hogwarts. Before the sorting of the 1st years, may I just say, that we have a new student in our amidst, who is to join the 5th year." Arwen could feel the eyes of the school locked on to her; to afraid for even glimpses at what they were thinking, she concentrated on Dumbledore. "Miss Arwen Battlemaiden, will you please step up to the stool to be sorted."
He smiled warmly to her, and Arwen walked nervously to where the hat sat in front of the 1st years. Sitting down, she took the hat in her hands and pulled it over her head...
'Well, well, this is a complicated mind.' A small voice could be heard inside her head, 'Yes, yes, a lot of courage I see, and power, certainly power. Your mind is extremely equal in good and evil, which house should I put you in to change that balance, hmm?' 'Don't put me in Slytherin, you know the consequences if I join the wrong side, it would lead to a disaster beyond repair.' 'Not Slytherin ay? Well then, better be... GRIFFINDOR!'
Grinning, Arwen took the hat off her head, and placed it back on the stool,
"Thank you", Arwen whispered, and she went to sit next to Hermione on the Griffindor table as they cheered around her.
*****
After the sorting and the feast was finished, Arwen, led by Hermione, Ron & Harry, was taken to the Griffindor common room. After saying goodbye to Harry and Ron, and many others, which were her classmates, she followed Hermione to the dorms.
"Professor McGonagall said to go to the dormitory second on the left..."
"Brilliant! That's mine! Come on, when we sort out your stuff, we can go through your time table..." Entering the room, Arwen noticed that her clothes had already been laid out on one of the four-poster beds. Dragging her suitcase onto the bed, which had been stored in front of it, she began to unpack most of her belongings.
"Do you need my help?" Hermione watched as stuff began floating out of the suitcase, Arwen grinned and turned her back on the self-unpacking suitcase,
"Na, it's ok. It should do that by itself now", Arwen took out a piece of paper from her suitcase, "come on, I want to see and *understand* my timetable." Taking her hand, Arwen led, or dragged Hermione out of the dormitory, as she tried to see the strange objects floating around the wardrobe and bedside table, 'almost as if the stuff is deciding where to go... Was that a sword?'
Before Hermione's thoughts could be spoken aloud, Arwen led Hermione back to the common room, where a few were now relaxing back into what was probably by habit, of playing chess, and reading books, and finishing homework. Sitting in two chairs near the fire, Arwen took out her timetable, as did Hermione.
"Ok, my first lesson is double potions. What do you do in that?" Hermione reached over, and took Arwen's timetable,
"That's with Professor Snape, its well, making potions", she finished lamely, "oh, we're sharing with the Slytherins", from the look on Hermione's face, Arwen could tell that was a bad thing,
"That would be the Evil Professor right?" Hermione smiled, and after a quick run through, gave back the timetable,
"He's not *evil*, he just... acts evil", sharing an amused grin, Hermione shrugged and looked at her own timetable,
"Then I've got History Of Magic... I've got Care Of Magical Creatures for third lesson. That sounds good, what's that like?"
"That's with Hagrid. Unless Hagrid has a another patch of Blast-ended Skewts, you'll love it", at Arwen's blank look, Hermione described the awful creatures that they had to 'care for' last year. Arwen grinned,
"They sound pretty cool", obviously that wasn't the answer Hermione hoped for, and went on to tell her about the Hippogriff accident in her third year, after finishing the story, Arwen laughed openly,
"Serves the bugger right! Nice to see he knows he's not as invincible as he thought he was..."As the inhabitants of the room started to thin out, Arwen and Hermione went back to their dormitory (the other beds now filled with sleeping strangers), and finally, had their first sleep, back at Hogwarts.
*****
Arwen and Hermione walked over to where Harry and Ron were happily eating breakfast in the main hall. Noticing Hermione's sleepy appearance, while Arwen had one, more of guilt, Harry instantly eyed the two as they wearily sat down opposite them, concentrating on anything that wasn't the girl next to them,
"What's up?" pretending not to notice, Arwen selected out a quite large breakfast from around the table, and started eating. Hermione sighed has she spooned out a helping of baked beans,
"Well, Arwen, being used to waking by the sun," Arwen suddenly was more dramatically interested her food, "woke up at five, and believing we also should be awake at this time, put a silencing spell around the dorm, and did a spell that sounded like 100 deaf banshees trying to sing the national anthem!"
"I'm sorry! I don't know what you guys do around here! I thought you should have woken to! I'm sorry! It's instinct", Hermione scoffed loudly,
"Instinct? That was instinct? Then obviously you were raised by insane wolves!" But that obviously that hit a mark, for Arwen made a sound that was similar to a growl, and with a flash of red, took off towards the Griffindor common room. Harry leaned over to Hermione's stunned face, and said with only a hint of humour,
"You know Hermione, from what we know of her past, you were probably right..." Ron frowned at Hermione,
"That was rough Herm, real rough," Hermione groaned loudly, and put her hands over her cringing face,
"Oh... She hasn't even started her first day, and already she hates me" Ron patted her head sympathetically,
"Don't worry Hermione, she'll get over it. All you need to do is apologize..." Ron shared a quick glance with Harry. No matter what the cause, Hermione was as stubborn as anything when it came to apologizing, definitely if she thought she was in the right. There was no *way* she was going to apologize.
*****
Harry glanced nervously at Arwen and Hermione. They were going to Potions, and of course they needed to show Arwen the way. They hadn't said a word to each other ever since breakfast, and Harry was finding it extremely annoying, and so was Ron,
"Stop it would you!" Ron suddenly shouted, making everyone stare, Arwen, who already knew what was on his mind, asked innocently,
"What?" they had stopped, while Ron paced in front of them,
"This, this silence! Look, please can you two just sort this thing out, because I am getting tired of watching you two look at each other, as if you'd said you were really Malfoy's mother!" He grabbed both of them and pulled them together,
"Look, if you aren't going to say it then I will..." Ron turned to Hermione, "Hermione, Arwen is sorry for waking you up so early. I'm sure it wasn't a pleasant experience, but you've got to admit, I'm sure you were worried about getting up in the first place," he turned to Arwen, "Arwen, Hermione is sorry for saying that you were raised by insane wolves. We don't actually know if you were raised by wolves, but she didn't mean it as an insult, ok?" both girls nodded, "now, *say sorry*",
"Sorry,"
"Sorry,"
"Now, lets go to Potions before Snape singes our arses, 'right? Ok then," and with a bemused smile from Harry and Ron, while the girls had ones more of embarrassment, they set off in a hurry to the dungeons.
*****
The four Griffindors walked through the door, all with red faces, and breathing heavily from running. The greasy haired teacher smiled coldly and drifted over to them as they tried to catch their breath,
"Ten points from Griffindor, and detention to all of you. This is certainly a disgraceful start to the year. You may stay after the lesson, so I may see what to do with you. Now sit down." Harry, Ron and Hermione went glumly to their seats, but Arwen stayed,
"Excuse sir, where should I sit?" Arwen couldn't help the iciness slip into her words. Already she had a detention, and she had even started her first lesson yet! This man was so... Evil. Arwen smiled inwardly. The teacher gazed at her for awhile, then made his way the giant desk at the front of the room,
"You must be our new student," he looked at a note on the desk, "Arwen Battlemaiden is it?" Arwen nodded, "I am Professor Snape, I am the Potions Master at this school, and so, your teacher for Potions. You may sit next to Neville, he will... Guide you, if you need any help," Arwen saw many Slytherins sniggering at some silent joke, looking to the Griffindors, many of them showed quick glances of annoyance towards Professor Snape and apologetic looks towards her. Neville just looked scared.
Snape smiled lazily as Arwen made her way to sit next to Neville. Only a table away was Draco and one of his 'bodyguards', that Harry had called 'Crabbe'. He sneered coldly at Arwen and mouthed the words, 'you'll pay'. In return, Arwen gave him a one-fingered salute.
Snape opened a heavy book, and swept his eyes over the class before speaking,
"As Arwen is new to this type of class, we will start with something simple. If you could please open your copies of 'Potions Of Preference' to page 327, 'Dreamless Sleep'. If your potion is correct, then it should fizz with a shade of green." Looking towards Neville, he starting speaking, "and please read the book carefully, for the side effects are unknown, and maybe irreversible."
Once again, sniggers from the Slytherin area floated through the air. Arwen turned towards Neville to see he was red with anger and embarrassment, 'he always turns on me, I hate it. I can't help being wrong all the time, with him staring at me, and the Slytherins, it makes me nervous'.
Arwen frowned, 'so he put me with the clumsy one on purpose, to make me fail at my first attempt? Well, I'll just have to prove him wrong...'
Taking out the equipment needed, she started grinding up the 'Dung beetle shells? Gross, do we have to eat these?' Making sure no one was looking, she used her magic to start the fire of her cauldron, and poured in the right amount of 'Unicorn Milk, cool', and looked back at the book.
'According to this, I must wait for it to boil to an orange colour, then add the shells, and the herb'. Taking out the thick leaf, she started cutting the leaf into neatly shaped squares. Looking over at Neville, she noticed he was about to add the shells, before it boiled. Quickly tapping his shoulder, she waved at the book, and pointed at where he had gone wrong.
Sighing in relief, he smiled and nodded in thanks, and too, started chopping his leaf into more confident squares. 'Thank God she told me. I'd of messed up the whole potion', smiling to herself for helping Neville, she added the ingredients to the now, orange liquid, and watched as it turned from orange, to a pale red.
'Now, add a pinch of powdered dragon hide. Huh, That is so cruel', doing as it asked, she added the powerful powder, and with a poof of smoke that smelled of rotten fish, it turned to deep blue. 'Nearly finished', looking back at the book, she read the last of the text,
**...The potion should then turn a deep bluish colour. Then add the Vergiften Rose Thorn to the potion. Remember. You MUST cut off the parts with the reddish tint. It is highly magical, and will end in vast consequences, if added to the potion...**
Doing as it told, Arwen added the thorn, as others around the class were doing so. With a loud fizz, it turned green. Smiling, Harry and Ron gave a thumbs-up under the table, and many Griffindors mouthed words of congratulations from across the classroom. Snape looked more dangerous then ever, now that his plan of sabotage had failed, as did the Slytherins. He started his way over to Arwen to check the potion was 'absolutely' correct.
Neville, who was now on the stage of adding his thorn, smiled confidently, and suddenly felt delight, 'if Arwen can do it, then so can I! I can't believe I've managed to finish this potion!' In his cheerful state at finishing the potion, he didn't read what Arwen had just looked over. As he dropped the thorn in the cauldron, Arwen caught a glimpse of red on the falling thorn,
"No, Neville!" There was a great bang! And the contents of the cauldron exploded over Neville, Arwen, Professor Snape, Draco, and Crabbe.
"Holy shit!" Draco and Crabbe jumped out of their seats, and started yelling, while trying to shake the potion off them. Arwen also stood up, and tried to take off her potion soaked robe, before it soaked through. Suddenly, she went ridged, and gasped in pain. All over her body, where the potion had touched, her skin was turning pale and was starting to crack, blood seeping through the wounds.
Snape had managed to use some kind of magic to get most of the potion from soaking into himself, and his clothes, and was fixing the damage of what hadn't been stopped, in a great hurry. Draco and Crabbe were screaming in pain, as their friends started to help getting the potion from growing worse.
Nearly frozen in pain, Arwen looked over to Neville, who was crying silently, as blood was starting to show on his arms and face. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...' Arwen reached over to Neville, gasping in pain as the movement stretched the broken and bloody skin, opening it more. Biting down on her lip, so not to scream, she put her hand on Neville's shoulder,
"Can't live without a bit of pain, Neville", Neville gasped in shock, whether from the contact, or the fact that Arwen's eyes were glowing blue, as a hazy pale glow swirled from Arwen's hand, and slowing enveloped around Neville. The whole class (except Draco and Crabbe, who were thrashing and wailing on the floor) stared in amazement, as Neville's damaged skin started to heal, and finally vanished back to its normal but pale self.
When the healing finished, the ghostly light around Neville faded, and Arwen sat down wearily all pain forgotten, as exhaustion took over, and finally, she fell into unconsciousness.
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