==HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER STONED==
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[Chapter 16: Truth Serum]
'I had the strangest dream last night…'
'Really, Hermione?' said Ron. 'What was it about?'
Hermione stopped eating breakfast to explain.
'Hermione, that wasn't a dream,' Harry stated. 'Well, at least the first part wasn't. I don't know what you were smoking for the rest of it though.'
'Yeah, I found it a bit weird myself.'
'Shut up Ron.'
'So, three deaths,' said Harry. 'We've got to find a way to get this guy out of the school before he kills us all.'
'We could've done that before when Dumbledore talked to him!' said Hermione. 'Why did I have to save the Philosopher then!'
'Hermione, sshut up,' said Ron.
'We need to find a way,' said Harry. 'But how…' He soon began to daydream…
'Harry Potter…Harry Potter…' Harry stared, stunned, at the talking snake. 'Come over here…sssss…'
'Do you have a lisp?' Harry asked.
'No,' said the snake. 'It's just the way I was made…now come here, I want to treat you to sssomething…'
'Harry, why are you getting a wet dream over a snake?' Ron asked. Harry was shocked, partly because of his pants and partly because Ron couldn't have guessed that it was a snake. Unless he was a mind-reader…
'Uh, I'll be right back,' said Harry. He stood up and walked out of the hall where they had food, along the corridors.
'I never want to leave you,' said Draco. 'I want to be with you together…oh shit, it's Potter!' Draco jumped off the statue, pulled up his pants and started walking over. 'Well, Potter, what the hell are you doing?'
'What the hell are you doing, Draco?' said Harry. 'Where are your two friends? Entertaining themselves in the bathrooms maybe?'
'Are you implying things about my friends, Potter?' Draco sneered.
'Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,' said Harry. 'After all, they can't really be classified as friends, seeing as they're a bunch of backstabbers.'
'Backstabbers? Are you mad, Potter?'
'Oh, you haven't heard? Yep, Crabbe and Goyle are traitors. Oops, I've said too much.'
'Well, I'll be on my way now, Potter. Say, what's that yellow stuff on your pants?'
Before he could get an answer Harry ran away.
'Oh well, back to work for me.' He dropped his dacks and climbed back onto the statue.
Harry ran back to the dormitory and changed. 'We'd need to get the Philosopher to tell the truth somehow…then maybe he'd get in trouble…'
Harry thought about this while in the common room, then suddenly he got it. 'How else would you get someone to tell the truth! A truth serum!' He ran back to the hall and sat down next to Hermione and Ron.
'What took you so long?' Ron asked.
'I just had an idea!' said Harry. 'We could use a truth serum to get the Philosopher to confess!'
'One step ahead of you,' said Hermione. 'We already figured out that we could make a truth serum.'
'Oh. Well, are we gonna go through with it?'
'Probably,' said Ron. 'Hermione, can you make a truth serum?'
'Yes, but it'll take a month.'
'A month!' said Harry. 'By then the Philosopher could've killed ten people!'
'It's a risk we have to take,' Hermione stated. 'Either that or we let the Philosopher stay here and kill everyone.'
'Say, have you heard of this Voldemort guy?' said Ron.
'Who?'
'Apparently there's someone who used to be really powerful and evil, called Lord Voldemort. I just thought I'd bring it up.'
'I've never heard of him,' said Hermione.
'Not many people have,' said Ron.
Will their plan work out? Will Draco ever learn how to have real friends? Is Harry stupid? Find out in the next chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stoned
