Thoughts
Summary: Harry drinks a potion brewed by Neville. As we all know he isn't #1 in the area. Harry now has the power to hear what everyone's thinking.
Setting: Year 5
Disclaimer: If only, if only the lonely writer cries. Sorry song from the movie "Holes", and if you're just wondering, I don't own anything.
Pairings: You decide, I'm up for m/m pairing if you wish. Vote or review and tell me what you want.
"The first potions class of the year and we're already having to brew bloody impossible potions!" Ron bellowed has he tried to cut his tree roots exactly 1 ½ cm wide.
"Ron, it's a very simple sneezing potion, honestly I thought George or Fred would show you how to make this. It's their favorite prank!" Hermione said quietly so she wouldn't lose anymore points from Gryffindor.
"Let's just finish this I'm getting really hungry." Harry said. "This class is so boring."
"Really Potter? I never knew you thought of my class like that." Snape appeared out of nowhere. Harry didn't realize Snape was standing RIGHT behind him.
"Umm.. Uh." **Bloody brilliant Potter** Harry thought to himself.
"Let's make things more exciting then, LONGBOTTOM!" Snape's shout made Neville drop a whole bottle of Poppy's Pepper Root into his potion. "Spoon out some of your potion and let Potter have a sip."
All the color in Neville's face drained to a pasty pale white.
At that time the whole class was deadly silent accept Malfoy and his gang snickering.
"A-are you sure p-p-professor I don't want to be blamed for anyth-"
"Longbottom, I'll be standing right here. Now give Potter a sip or I'll take 50 points from Gryffindor for being defiant."
Neville grabbed a goblet and poured in a thick, gooey, liquid, substance. He walked over to Harry and said a silent apology for any future harm he might cause. It was like a slow trance as Harry drank the disgusting tasting liquid out of the goblet.
The entire class held their breaths.
Harry set the goblet on the table still standing.
Everyone cheered for Harry except of course Snape and the Slytherins.
"Oi, Longbottom, you finally did something right." Ron bellowed.
"Actually no Mr. Weasley, Harry isn't sneezing, 5 points from Gryffindor for not making the right potion." **I LOVE taking points, makes me feel powerful**
"What did you say about taking points?" Harry said.
"What Mr. Potter, I didn't say anything." Snape looked at Harry oddly and said, "Now for tonight's homework write a 5,000 word essay on why potions isn't boring. But, if you did finish your potion you can do the essay for extra credit."
**Bloody hell, I'm never gonna pass this class.** Ron thought.
"Of course you're gonna pass the class Ron, Herm will help us." Harry gathered up his things.
"Harry, are you feeling all right because Ron didn't say anything about not passing the class."
"Yes he did." Harry yelled.
"No, Harry, he didn't." Hermione pondered for a moment. Then it hit her like a sack of chocolate frogs. "Oh no, Harry!"
"What, Herm, what?"
"You can hear what people are thinking Harry!"
TBC
Summary: Harry drinks a potion brewed by Neville. As we all know he isn't #1 in the area. Harry now has the power to hear what everyone's thinking.
Setting: Year 5
Disclaimer: If only, if only the lonely writer cries. Sorry song from the movie "Holes", and if you're just wondering, I don't own anything.
Pairings: You decide, I'm up for m/m pairing if you wish. Vote or review and tell me what you want.
"The first potions class of the year and we're already having to brew bloody impossible potions!" Ron bellowed has he tried to cut his tree roots exactly 1 ½ cm wide.
"Ron, it's a very simple sneezing potion, honestly I thought George or Fred would show you how to make this. It's their favorite prank!" Hermione said quietly so she wouldn't lose anymore points from Gryffindor.
"Let's just finish this I'm getting really hungry." Harry said. "This class is so boring."
"Really Potter? I never knew you thought of my class like that." Snape appeared out of nowhere. Harry didn't realize Snape was standing RIGHT behind him.
"Umm.. Uh." **Bloody brilliant Potter** Harry thought to himself.
"Let's make things more exciting then, LONGBOTTOM!" Snape's shout made Neville drop a whole bottle of Poppy's Pepper Root into his potion. "Spoon out some of your potion and let Potter have a sip."
All the color in Neville's face drained to a pasty pale white.
At that time the whole class was deadly silent accept Malfoy and his gang snickering.
"A-are you sure p-p-professor I don't want to be blamed for anyth-"
"Longbottom, I'll be standing right here. Now give Potter a sip or I'll take 50 points from Gryffindor for being defiant."
Neville grabbed a goblet and poured in a thick, gooey, liquid, substance. He walked over to Harry and said a silent apology for any future harm he might cause. It was like a slow trance as Harry drank the disgusting tasting liquid out of the goblet.
The entire class held their breaths.
Harry set the goblet on the table still standing.
Everyone cheered for Harry except of course Snape and the Slytherins.
"Oi, Longbottom, you finally did something right." Ron bellowed.
"Actually no Mr. Weasley, Harry isn't sneezing, 5 points from Gryffindor for not making the right potion." **I LOVE taking points, makes me feel powerful**
"What did you say about taking points?" Harry said.
"What Mr. Potter, I didn't say anything." Snape looked at Harry oddly and said, "Now for tonight's homework write a 5,000 word essay on why potions isn't boring. But, if you did finish your potion you can do the essay for extra credit."
**Bloody hell, I'm never gonna pass this class.** Ron thought.
"Of course you're gonna pass the class Ron, Herm will help us." Harry gathered up his things.
"Harry, are you feeling all right because Ron didn't say anything about not passing the class."
"Yes he did." Harry yelled.
"No, Harry, he didn't." Hermione pondered for a moment. Then it hit her like a sack of chocolate frogs. "Oh no, Harry!"
"What, Herm, what?"
"You can hear what people are thinking Harry!"
TBC