Chapter 14 – Potions
Harry, Ron and Hermione took out some parchment and a quill and sat down at the back of the dungeon waiting for Professor Snape to start his lesson. It was a Friday afternoon and they had double potions with Slytherin, their last, and worst, lesson of the week. It was getting warmer outside, and the fields surrounding the castle were filled with fresh flowers.
"Silence. You will be doing a report for me on how to spot the three different types of Potions. You will need to research it, and recap what you have already done. It will be in for next lesson." Snape turned around to get something out of his desk drawer. He took out some textbooks and dropped half the pile on Harry's desk and half the pile on Ron's desk. "Hand them out." He ordered. "You are going to make a Blood call potion. This is used to get a message to a relative. It has to be a Blood relative and the stronger it is made the further it will travel, and the stronger your message will be. Follow the instructions in the book on page 197." Then he went and sat down at his desk. He looked at his class get up to get their ingredients, clearly noting that only Hermione had thought to look at her book before running off.
Neville was sweating with fear that Snape would see his potion and shout at him for getting it wrong again. He rapidly went to get Hermione when he saw the colour of his potion, it was meant to be a blue colour, but had gone a green red sort of colour. As he was just about to ask Hermione for help Snape called out for Neville to come back.
"Longbottom! Come here now!"
Neville hurried back to his cauldron to see how bad it was now. "Yes sir?"
"In the book what colour is the potion?" He snarled.
"Blue." He stuttered
"Good. Now what colour is your potion? If you can call it a potion."
"Purple, sir."
"Why is it purple, Longbottom?"
"I, I don't know sir."
"Because you put in the wrong ingredients! That's Why!"
Hermione saw Neville nearly break into tears. "Sir. It wasn't Neville fault."
"I beg your pardon Miss Granger. Would you like to repeat that?"
"Draco Malfoy switched the two ingredients which changed the colour of Neville's potion."
"Oh really? Well then. It looks like Longbottom, Malfoy and Miss Granger will be staying in for Detention! Now I would like to see you three now while everyone else tidies their things and Departs for the weekend!"
"But sir what have I done?"
"Be Quiet Miss Granger or you'll get a double detention!"
*****
After Harry, Ron and Hermione's Care of Magical Creatures lesson, they followed Hagrid up to his hut to talk to him. They hadn't done this properly in a while, and they were anxious to see him. Hagrid held the door open for them as they walked in and sat down at his table.
"So, wha' brings you lot 'ere then?" Hagrid asked, shutting the door.
"We need to talk to you about something." Hermione said.
"Well I guessed tha'. You like a drink then?" He stood up again, and walked over to his cupboard.
"Yes, a butterbeer please." Hermione answered.
"Will tha' do for everyone then?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Wonderful." Hagrid made the drinks and sat back down.
"Hagrid, what do you know about Voldemort?"
Hagrid nearly chocked on his drink. "Core blimey! I thought this was a social visit! Not a special talk on black magic!" He put his goblet down on the table. "An' besides! It got none to do with you lo'!"
"Sorry, we didn't mean to shock you, Hagrid it's just, well it does have a bit to do with me."
"Yeah, I mean he could be captured any minute!" Ron shouted out with stupidity.
"Thanks." Harry said sarcastically. "We're not meant to be trying to freak me out here, we're meant to be getting information on what's going on."
"Yes Ron, that was really heartless of you." Hermione took a sip out of her goblet.
"Well I'm sorry, really I is. It's just good ole' Dumbledore sworn me ta secrecy an' all tha'. So there's no' a lo' I can help ya with really." Hagrid rubbed his head. Trying desperately not to let anything slip.
"Please Hagrid. It's not everyday we need help from you."
At that point Hagrid burst into tears.
"What? What's wrong?" Hermione stood up and walked round to the half-giant with his face in a handkerchief crying his eyes out. "Hagrid? Are you alright?"
He dried his face and looked at their concerned faces.
"It's jus' you're all growin' up so fas'. I mean you're all on your fif' year!" He blew his nose very hard. "It seems jus' yesturday I picked ya up from those Dursley's, Harry. An' now Me an' Maxime have ta go off an' get help to protect ya from evil!" Hagrid suddenly stopped crying and looked very shocked at what he had just let out.
"Oops."
"What did you say?" Ron stared at him.
"Nufin'! Honest!" He bit his lip and started swinging on his chair. "I didn't say nufin'."
"Hagrid, who did you get help from?" Hermione looked into his eyes looking puzzled.
"No, you'll have ta go now. It's getting' dark." He stood up and walked towards the door.
"But it's only four o' clock. And it's not going to get dark for another two hours yet."
"I aint givin' you lo' any more information! Sorry, bu' you best go now. Before I get into any more trouble, right?"
Fang, Hagrid's bore-hound, lifted his head and put it down again. A large amount of drawl fell from his jaw and dropped into a puddle underneath his mouth. Ron looked even more disgusted then he had done in their last visit as he stood up and followed Harry and Hermione outside.
"It's been lovely ta see ya all. But don't go tellin' anyone 'bout this. Especially tha' blonde headed Malfoy boy, or any of his weasel friends. Oh! Sir Dumbledore! Don't tell him either! Or tha's it for me!" Hagrid was sweating terribly, and looked terrified. "You 'ere me?"
"Hagrid. It's O.K. We're not going to tell anyone. Don't worry."
Harry, Ron and Hermione took out some parchment and a quill and sat down at the back of the dungeon waiting for Professor Snape to start his lesson. It was a Friday afternoon and they had double potions with Slytherin, their last, and worst, lesson of the week. It was getting warmer outside, and the fields surrounding the castle were filled with fresh flowers.
"Silence. You will be doing a report for me on how to spot the three different types of Potions. You will need to research it, and recap what you have already done. It will be in for next lesson." Snape turned around to get something out of his desk drawer. He took out some textbooks and dropped half the pile on Harry's desk and half the pile on Ron's desk. "Hand them out." He ordered. "You are going to make a Blood call potion. This is used to get a message to a relative. It has to be a Blood relative and the stronger it is made the further it will travel, and the stronger your message will be. Follow the instructions in the book on page 197." Then he went and sat down at his desk. He looked at his class get up to get their ingredients, clearly noting that only Hermione had thought to look at her book before running off.
Neville was sweating with fear that Snape would see his potion and shout at him for getting it wrong again. He rapidly went to get Hermione when he saw the colour of his potion, it was meant to be a blue colour, but had gone a green red sort of colour. As he was just about to ask Hermione for help Snape called out for Neville to come back.
"Longbottom! Come here now!"
Neville hurried back to his cauldron to see how bad it was now. "Yes sir?"
"In the book what colour is the potion?" He snarled.
"Blue." He stuttered
"Good. Now what colour is your potion? If you can call it a potion."
"Purple, sir."
"Why is it purple, Longbottom?"
"I, I don't know sir."
"Because you put in the wrong ingredients! That's Why!"
Hermione saw Neville nearly break into tears. "Sir. It wasn't Neville fault."
"I beg your pardon Miss Granger. Would you like to repeat that?"
"Draco Malfoy switched the two ingredients which changed the colour of Neville's potion."
"Oh really? Well then. It looks like Longbottom, Malfoy and Miss Granger will be staying in for Detention! Now I would like to see you three now while everyone else tidies their things and Departs for the weekend!"
"But sir what have I done?"
"Be Quiet Miss Granger or you'll get a double detention!"
*****
After Harry, Ron and Hermione's Care of Magical Creatures lesson, they followed Hagrid up to his hut to talk to him. They hadn't done this properly in a while, and they were anxious to see him. Hagrid held the door open for them as they walked in and sat down at his table.
"So, wha' brings you lot 'ere then?" Hagrid asked, shutting the door.
"We need to talk to you about something." Hermione said.
"Well I guessed tha'. You like a drink then?" He stood up again, and walked over to his cupboard.
"Yes, a butterbeer please." Hermione answered.
"Will tha' do for everyone then?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Wonderful." Hagrid made the drinks and sat back down.
"Hagrid, what do you know about Voldemort?"
Hagrid nearly chocked on his drink. "Core blimey! I thought this was a social visit! Not a special talk on black magic!" He put his goblet down on the table. "An' besides! It got none to do with you lo'!"
"Sorry, we didn't mean to shock you, Hagrid it's just, well it does have a bit to do with me."
"Yeah, I mean he could be captured any minute!" Ron shouted out with stupidity.
"Thanks." Harry said sarcastically. "We're not meant to be trying to freak me out here, we're meant to be getting information on what's going on."
"Yes Ron, that was really heartless of you." Hermione took a sip out of her goblet.
"Well I'm sorry, really I is. It's just good ole' Dumbledore sworn me ta secrecy an' all tha'. So there's no' a lo' I can help ya with really." Hagrid rubbed his head. Trying desperately not to let anything slip.
"Please Hagrid. It's not everyday we need help from you."
At that point Hagrid burst into tears.
"What? What's wrong?" Hermione stood up and walked round to the half-giant with his face in a handkerchief crying his eyes out. "Hagrid? Are you alright?"
He dried his face and looked at their concerned faces.
"It's jus' you're all growin' up so fas'. I mean you're all on your fif' year!" He blew his nose very hard. "It seems jus' yesturday I picked ya up from those Dursley's, Harry. An' now Me an' Maxime have ta go off an' get help to protect ya from evil!" Hagrid suddenly stopped crying and looked very shocked at what he had just let out.
"Oops."
"What did you say?" Ron stared at him.
"Nufin'! Honest!" He bit his lip and started swinging on his chair. "I didn't say nufin'."
"Hagrid, who did you get help from?" Hermione looked into his eyes looking puzzled.
"No, you'll have ta go now. It's getting' dark." He stood up and walked towards the door.
"But it's only four o' clock. And it's not going to get dark for another two hours yet."
"I aint givin' you lo' any more information! Sorry, bu' you best go now. Before I get into any more trouble, right?"
Fang, Hagrid's bore-hound, lifted his head and put it down again. A large amount of drawl fell from his jaw and dropped into a puddle underneath his mouth. Ron looked even more disgusted then he had done in their last visit as he stood up and followed Harry and Hermione outside.
"It's been lovely ta see ya all. But don't go tellin' anyone 'bout this. Especially tha' blonde headed Malfoy boy, or any of his weasel friends. Oh! Sir Dumbledore! Don't tell him either! Or tha's it for me!" Hagrid was sweating terribly, and looked terrified. "You 'ere me?"
"Hagrid. It's O.K. We're not going to tell anyone. Don't worry."