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"Oy Harry you remember in our 3rd year you had to sneak into Honeydukes' cellar to get into Hogsmeade?"
"Yeah. Good days..."
"Well, Honeydukes happens to be out of Fizzing Whizbees in the store; all sold out they say. I was thinking..."
"Ron! How could you even think of doing that? Imagine if they caught us!"
"Oh but that's what invisibility cloaks are for aren't they?"
"Ron!"
Mark glanced at the three friends, slightly amused. He grabbed Trevor from his robes pocket and shoved him under the table. It'd be fun enlisting help to find him again...Misu always did get annoyed with him for doing that.
***
Amy and Draco sat by the lake, throwing bits of food from the kitchens for the Squid to eat.
"How was your night?" he asked.
"Spent. Thinking of you."
"Ah, we're getting wishy washy already!"
"Shut up Malfoy."
"Most people like that line these days. I wonder who coined it?"
"Probably Potter."
"Shut up Amy."
Amy laughed and made to shove him in the lake. This resulted in both of them losing their balance and falling in, but luckily Amy performed a quick Drying Charm before anyone would notice.
"So," she continued, "how was your night?"
Draco was silent for a moment. "I...dreamed.."
"Do you remember of what?" Draco was again silent. "My...father..."
Amy didn't want to pry, but this could be valuable information if Lucious Malfoy was involved. Fortunately, he continued willingly.
"He was talking to the Dark Lord. Saying something about Hogsmeade...about Honeydukes or something..." he was silent. Amy noticed his eyes were now a blank blue, perfectly neutral.
"I love your eyes." she said quickly, changing the uncomfortable subject.
"I love them too..." his mouth spoke, but Amy could tell his mind was shut off.
"Ahem. Well...we better get to class." She brushed off her robes and headed inside.
***
Amy doodled snakes and hearts on her parchment as she listened to Professor Snape drone about Dragon's Blood for use in potions. Even Hermione, who usually payed rapt attention in any class, looked a little drowsy in the sweltering dungeons.
Suddenly Misu came through the door and poked Amy sharply in the shoulder. "Dumbledore wants to see you." She proceeded to Mark and the three of them headed toward the Headmaster's office.
"Nice of you to interrupt us so conveniently. If I heard the word "cauldron" one more time I would've hurled." Mark remarked, widening his pace to keep up with Misu's rapid walk.
"He's sirious about something." She said grimly, turning expertly around every corner until they got to the gargoyle. "Fine Malt Whiskey." she snapped at the Gargoyle, who seemed to grumble as it revealed the circular room.
"Misu. Mark. Amy. Sit down." Dumbledore said, every ancient line in his head reflecting concern.
"I've just gotten word from a reliable source that Voldemort has planned to take over Hogsmeade. We cannot postpone the trip without raising suspicions. However, we can take careful measures." He turned to Mark.
"Professor Sprout is giving you an enchanted Venus Flytrap that will shoot tranquilizing poison if needed. It will sustain itself without soil. However, you must take careful measure to hide and protect it."
"Misu, I've talked to Professor McGonagall and Prefessor Flitwick. They have consented to teach you how to conjure a shield around Harry if he is attacked."
"Amy, Professor Snape is giving you the boomslang skin needed to three Polyjuice Potions. Mark is to take on you; you are to take on Misu; and Misu is to take on Mark. This will serve to confuse." Misu wasn't sure, but for a moment his eyes seemed to twinkle towards her.
"The three of you; get to work tomorrow. Try to be done by the trip Sunday. And be careful."
They nodded and headed back to class, each with a different explanation in mind as to why a Slytherin, a Ravenclaw, and a Gryffindor had all been sent to the Headmaster's office simultaneously.
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"Remind me again what you're making?" Draco grumbled as he stirred Amy's cauldron. She chopped the Boomslang skin and replied, "Concoction to cure cravings for sweets and things."
"Dumbledore always was a sucker for lemon drops." Draco muttered reluctantly; Amy had the feeling he knew she was lying.
She ignored him anyway and dropped a fine auburn hair into the potion. There was a great puff of smoke as the potion finished and she poured it into a flask, pushing a cork into the top.
Draco got up to leave but Amy pulled him back. "I've still got two more batches to make." He groaned and went to get more ingredients.