Chapter thirteen
Warts
All the next day, Harry found it hard to look in Hermione's direction. He felt guilty for what he had done, sneaking into her dorm and out again. He was invading into her love life. He was poking around in something that was none of his business. Hermione found it just as difficult. After what Avolorm had said, she felt as though a part of her was missing.
" Maybe that part is my trust for my friends," She thought to herself.
"Now class, we are going to make a wart removing potion." The students silenced as Snape spoke. He had an evil glint in his eyes and looked far too happy for their health.
" But beware, one mistake could lead to GROWING warts." Snape smirked and sat down. Cautiously, the students of Gryffindor poured and chopped up their ingredients. Not so cautiously, the Slytherins did the same while they talked and joked. For them, there was no need to worry. Snape would never punish a Slytherin. Harry noted that Hermione was sitting in her usual seat, between him and Ron.
" No Ron, your frog liver has to chopped up in finer pieces." Hermione instructed. Ron grumbled something about Snape being a witless git and continued to chop up the mangled liver.
Avolorm strolled casually past Harry's cauldron, dropping in a sheep's brain while he wasn't looking. He smirked. It was too good to be true.
" Potter, your turn to show me your potion." Snape grinned like a maniac as Harry brought the flask over. Grinning just as madly, Avolorm stuck his foot out as Harry was walking past his table. With a yell of surprise, Harry's flask slipped from his fingers and somersaulted in the air. Harry fell forward, the lenses from his glasses cracking as he hit the cold, stone floor. Groaning, he turned over onto his back.
" HARRY!" He could just make out Hermione's voice over the idiotic howls of laughter from the Slytherins. His eyes widened as he saw his flask plummeting towards him. It shattered as it landed on his chest, the brown liquid oozing over his robes and soaking into his skin. Harry screamed in terror as warts sprouted over his hands, his face and neck. He felt them growing on his chest and back.
" Take him to the hospital wing Weasley." Snape said lazily. Ron brushed past a snickering Malfoy, pushing over purposely.
" Ten house points from Gryffindor!" Snape snapped.
" What about him!?! HIS the one who tripped me over!" Harry yelled, pointing a warty finger at Avolorm.
" Twenty points from Gryffindor!" Snape drawled.
" Come on Harry." Ron muttered, shooting Hermione an accusing look, he dragged Harry out of the dungeons.
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Warts
All the next day, Harry found it hard to look in Hermione's direction. He felt guilty for what he had done, sneaking into her dorm and out again. He was invading into her love life. He was poking around in something that was none of his business. Hermione found it just as difficult. After what Avolorm had said, she felt as though a part of her was missing.
" Maybe that part is my trust for my friends," She thought to herself.
"Now class, we are going to make a wart removing potion." The students silenced as Snape spoke. He had an evil glint in his eyes and looked far too happy for their health.
" But beware, one mistake could lead to GROWING warts." Snape smirked and sat down. Cautiously, the students of Gryffindor poured and chopped up their ingredients. Not so cautiously, the Slytherins did the same while they talked and joked. For them, there was no need to worry. Snape would never punish a Slytherin. Harry noted that Hermione was sitting in her usual seat, between him and Ron.
" No Ron, your frog liver has to chopped up in finer pieces." Hermione instructed. Ron grumbled something about Snape being a witless git and continued to chop up the mangled liver.
Avolorm strolled casually past Harry's cauldron, dropping in a sheep's brain while he wasn't looking. He smirked. It was too good to be true.
" Potter, your turn to show me your potion." Snape grinned like a maniac as Harry brought the flask over. Grinning just as madly, Avolorm stuck his foot out as Harry was walking past his table. With a yell of surprise, Harry's flask slipped from his fingers and somersaulted in the air. Harry fell forward, the lenses from his glasses cracking as he hit the cold, stone floor. Groaning, he turned over onto his back.
" HARRY!" He could just make out Hermione's voice over the idiotic howls of laughter from the Slytherins. His eyes widened as he saw his flask plummeting towards him. It shattered as it landed on his chest, the brown liquid oozing over his robes and soaking into his skin. Harry screamed in terror as warts sprouted over his hands, his face and neck. He felt them growing on his chest and back.
" Take him to the hospital wing Weasley." Snape said lazily. Ron brushed past a snickering Malfoy, pushing over purposely.
" Ten house points from Gryffindor!" Snape snapped.
" What about him!?! HIS the one who tripped me over!" Harry yelled, pointing a warty finger at Avolorm.
" Twenty points from Gryffindor!" Snape drawled.
" Come on Harry." Ron muttered, shooting Hermione an accusing look, he dragged Harry out of the dungeons.
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