The Harry Potter incident
Chapter three
Harry didn't sleep at all. Between his thoughts and the loud snores from Ron it was quite impossible. He envied the red haired boy, it looked like nothing could disturb his sleep. The image of Harriet appeared again and again in his head, her green eyes flood in tears. Those were her mother's eyes, and probably she would be crying at his imprudent behaviour, if she was alive. Harriet hated him, he knew it, her glare on him was an evident proof of it. Could he blame her? Of course not.
He was still lost in his thoughts when the light of the morning told him it was hour to wake up and meet with Dumbledore. He stood from the bed and shook Ron out of dreamland. This latter complained and mumbled something that sounded as 'five minutes more, Mom'. He shook him even harder this time, till he finally agreed gruffly to keep a half state of lucidity.
They dressed in silence, casual wear and the school robes over these attires. Reluctantly they went to the common room. To their utter surprise they found Harriet, already dressed and with an anxious look on her face.
"Well, good morning. I had to take this clothes from one of the girls closets; though the blouse is a little tight in the front, what do you think? I suppose they would do till I find some new clothes."
They looked at her. The blouse surely was more than a little tight. But they just nodded. Could it be possible she was acting so cool after all the events of the night? Even weirder, she looked not angry, she was even cheerful?
"They are just fine, Harriet," Harry ventured, noting how the jeans she was wearing was not precisely loose over her curves.
"But, why are you already awake, Harriet, when you could be sleeping, enjoying the warmth of the cobles around you, and the soft sensation of the mattress.." Ron's thoughts wandered, while his face showed a dreamily expression.
"Are you joking? Whatever Dumbledore is about to say to you is my primary concern, after all, my existence is your fault."
"You are not angry anymore?" asked Harry, cautiously, remembering her explosive temperament and still feeling the throbbing sensation of pain in his jaw.
"More like pissed off, I have to say. But I can't be furious all the time, can I?" She was standing in front of them, her arms folded in front her chest. "Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation? Let's go." And without another word she moved to the exit.
*****
When they arrived at Dumbledore's office a dark image showed to their eyes. Indeed, dark was the only word that could possible describe the vision of Severus Snape, his eyes even more deep and burning because the huge black bags under them. Obviously they were not the only ones that had been lacking sleep.
"Oh, there you are, Miss Potter. I see you could not wait to listen about our discovers. Come and sit down." The voice of Dumbledore was all kindness. Though his eyes was still cold when he looked at the boys.
She sat close to Harry and Ron.
"I asked Professor Snape to study a sample of your potion, and he did it during these hours."
At this remark Snape snarled, giving them a disdainful stare.
Harry and Ron recoiled, it was clear after all these years they were still afraid of the nasty greasy git.
Surprisingly, Harriet returned the stare, lifting her eyebrow. If she was scared, she didn't show it in the least.
"Severus, could you possible enlighten us in your find outs?"
Snape get into a superior stance, and not breaking his eye contact with the Gryffindors he cleared his throat and started.
"The potion, obviously was meant to fail since it was brewed by two inexpert students."
Harry thought Snape' s tongue tingled with the desire of replace the word students with dunderheads.
"Even when the list of the ingredients was complete. I have to add that some of them could be only found in my personal storeroom. They incurred in two big mistakes. First, substitute liver of male salamander with liver of female salamander. It caused the terrible aberration we could see now." He waved his pale and long hand towards Harriet.
"Hey, watch out who you call aberration!" She exploded, almost jumping from her seat.
Harry and Ron' s jaws dropped. They could not believe somebody, a girl to be more precise, was retorting in such terms at the most awful, nasty and bad tempered professor of Hogwarts.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for your insolent ways, young lady!" He spat.
"No points will be deducted from Gryffindor, Severus, cause we are not sure if Harriet belongs to Gryffindor' s House yet. And I have to remember you, Harriet, that you should keep your composure."
"I'm sorry, professor Dumbledore, sir," she inhaled deeply, though she gave Snape a foul glare before sitting again.
"As I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted, the second mistake was the substitution of fresh wings of Egyptian beetles with dry items. I may add one flask of this ingredient has mysteriously disappeared from my storeroom."
Before he could finish, Dumbledore interrupted him. "What are the effects of this second mistake, Severus?"
"Well, the fresh ingredient will give the potion a life span of seven days till it wears off, the dry one makes the potion too powerful, and it's supposed it never wears off."
Harry, Ron and Harriet looked at him like he had grown up another head, uglier than his own for that matter, if that was possible.
"So, it means I won't vanish in thin air." Stated happily Harriet.
"I'm afraid you will not, Miss Potter." Reaffirmed Snape sourly. It looked like his normal scowl had developed a new degree of nastiness.
"Then, we can now proceed to the selection," said merrily Dumbledore, reaching for the Sorting Hat from its drawer. He moved towards Harriet. "Please be still, Miss Potter." The old wizard placed the hat on her head.
After some seconds of anguishing silence. The sorting Hat cried out "Gryffindor".
Harry and Ron sighed in relief. So did Snape, to the absolute surprise of the boys. It was obvious he had been begging to all the heavens, or the hells for she not to be sorted into Slytherin.
She stood up from her chair and gave the hat to Dumbledore, and smug expression on her face.
"Now that we know Miss Potter probably will stay a long time with us, there is an important detail to be discussed. The true identity of Miss Potter will not be informed to the rest of the staff, neither the rest of the student body. Only us in this office will know this fact, and Professor MacGonagall will be informed as soon as she return from her vacation at the Mediterranean Sea."
At this remark, the three Gryffindor's and Snape flinched. It was not mere coincidence that all of them had had a sudden mental image of Minerva MacGonagall wearing a swimming suit.
"Then, I'll be undercover, that's exciting," Harriet said enthusiastically.
"Not all the undercover missions are exciting, believe me," Snape snorted.
"You would be introduced as Harriet Potter, a new student that had arrived from Bauxbaton. The implications of your name would not be so suspicious, since there are many Potters in England. There is something else that needs special attention, I'm afraid." Dumbledore moved to her and pointed his wand to her scar. With a swish and a flick, the mark disappeared. "It's just a make up spell, the scar is still there, but it won't be noticed."
"That would prove very useful among the Slytherin girls, all the acne gone for a good change." Harriet smiled wickedly.
"Then points from Gryffindor for lack of respect of the Slytherin's student body." Snarled satisfied Snape.
Harriet, Harry and Ron sighed. It was quite obvious Snape was not even remotely fond on her.
"Here, Miss Potter, this book requires your special attention. It's Bauxbaton's history, just in case some of your classmates decides to ask you about the subject. And I'll cast a linguistic spell on you later, since you are supposed to know at least some French.
She looked at the huge book and scowled. She didn't like books, that was sure. She took the volume reluctantly and nodded.
"Well, that will be all, for now, gentlemen, lady. You are dismissed, try to enjoy your weekend."
The Gryffindors stood up from their seats and walked out the office. When they were descending the stairs the voice of Snape reached their ears: "About those items lost from my ingredients stock." They rushed, it was better to stay out the discussion, or to be more specific, the monologue.
They headed for Gryffindor's common room.
"Well, Harriet, it seems you are one of us," commented Ron.
"But of course. Though that silly hat was suggesting to put me in Slytherin. It was so tempting, just to make Snape' s life even more miserable. But I threw away the idea."
Harry looked at her in sympathy. It had happened the same to him. "So, you rejected his offering because the terrible reputation of the House," stated him.
"No, of course no, I only didn't want to share my room with Millicent Bullstrode and Pansy Parkinson. I don't want to see their stinking underwear pilling around me, that would be gross!" She shuddered in revulsion.
End of chapter three.
Chapter three
Harry didn't sleep at all. Between his thoughts and the loud snores from Ron it was quite impossible. He envied the red haired boy, it looked like nothing could disturb his sleep. The image of Harriet appeared again and again in his head, her green eyes flood in tears. Those were her mother's eyes, and probably she would be crying at his imprudent behaviour, if she was alive. Harriet hated him, he knew it, her glare on him was an evident proof of it. Could he blame her? Of course not.
He was still lost in his thoughts when the light of the morning told him it was hour to wake up and meet with Dumbledore. He stood from the bed and shook Ron out of dreamland. This latter complained and mumbled something that sounded as 'five minutes more, Mom'. He shook him even harder this time, till he finally agreed gruffly to keep a half state of lucidity.
They dressed in silence, casual wear and the school robes over these attires. Reluctantly they went to the common room. To their utter surprise they found Harriet, already dressed and with an anxious look on her face.
"Well, good morning. I had to take this clothes from one of the girls closets; though the blouse is a little tight in the front, what do you think? I suppose they would do till I find some new clothes."
They looked at her. The blouse surely was more than a little tight. But they just nodded. Could it be possible she was acting so cool after all the events of the night? Even weirder, she looked not angry, she was even cheerful?
"They are just fine, Harriet," Harry ventured, noting how the jeans she was wearing was not precisely loose over her curves.
"But, why are you already awake, Harriet, when you could be sleeping, enjoying the warmth of the cobles around you, and the soft sensation of the mattress.." Ron's thoughts wandered, while his face showed a dreamily expression.
"Are you joking? Whatever Dumbledore is about to say to you is my primary concern, after all, my existence is your fault."
"You are not angry anymore?" asked Harry, cautiously, remembering her explosive temperament and still feeling the throbbing sensation of pain in his jaw.
"More like pissed off, I have to say. But I can't be furious all the time, can I?" She was standing in front of them, her arms folded in front her chest. "Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation? Let's go." And without another word she moved to the exit.
*****
When they arrived at Dumbledore's office a dark image showed to their eyes. Indeed, dark was the only word that could possible describe the vision of Severus Snape, his eyes even more deep and burning because the huge black bags under them. Obviously they were not the only ones that had been lacking sleep.
"Oh, there you are, Miss Potter. I see you could not wait to listen about our discovers. Come and sit down." The voice of Dumbledore was all kindness. Though his eyes was still cold when he looked at the boys.
She sat close to Harry and Ron.
"I asked Professor Snape to study a sample of your potion, and he did it during these hours."
At this remark Snape snarled, giving them a disdainful stare.
Harry and Ron recoiled, it was clear after all these years they were still afraid of the nasty greasy git.
Surprisingly, Harriet returned the stare, lifting her eyebrow. If she was scared, she didn't show it in the least.
"Severus, could you possible enlighten us in your find outs?"
Snape get into a superior stance, and not breaking his eye contact with the Gryffindors he cleared his throat and started.
"The potion, obviously was meant to fail since it was brewed by two inexpert students."
Harry thought Snape' s tongue tingled with the desire of replace the word students with dunderheads.
"Even when the list of the ingredients was complete. I have to add that some of them could be only found in my personal storeroom. They incurred in two big mistakes. First, substitute liver of male salamander with liver of female salamander. It caused the terrible aberration we could see now." He waved his pale and long hand towards Harriet.
"Hey, watch out who you call aberration!" She exploded, almost jumping from her seat.
Harry and Ron' s jaws dropped. They could not believe somebody, a girl to be more precise, was retorting in such terms at the most awful, nasty and bad tempered professor of Hogwarts.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for your insolent ways, young lady!" He spat.
"No points will be deducted from Gryffindor, Severus, cause we are not sure if Harriet belongs to Gryffindor' s House yet. And I have to remember you, Harriet, that you should keep your composure."
"I'm sorry, professor Dumbledore, sir," she inhaled deeply, though she gave Snape a foul glare before sitting again.
"As I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted, the second mistake was the substitution of fresh wings of Egyptian beetles with dry items. I may add one flask of this ingredient has mysteriously disappeared from my storeroom."
Before he could finish, Dumbledore interrupted him. "What are the effects of this second mistake, Severus?"
"Well, the fresh ingredient will give the potion a life span of seven days till it wears off, the dry one makes the potion too powerful, and it's supposed it never wears off."
Harry, Ron and Harriet looked at him like he had grown up another head, uglier than his own for that matter, if that was possible.
"So, it means I won't vanish in thin air." Stated happily Harriet.
"I'm afraid you will not, Miss Potter." Reaffirmed Snape sourly. It looked like his normal scowl had developed a new degree of nastiness.
"Then, we can now proceed to the selection," said merrily Dumbledore, reaching for the Sorting Hat from its drawer. He moved towards Harriet. "Please be still, Miss Potter." The old wizard placed the hat on her head.
After some seconds of anguishing silence. The sorting Hat cried out "Gryffindor".
Harry and Ron sighed in relief. So did Snape, to the absolute surprise of the boys. It was obvious he had been begging to all the heavens, or the hells for she not to be sorted into Slytherin.
She stood up from her chair and gave the hat to Dumbledore, and smug expression on her face.
"Now that we know Miss Potter probably will stay a long time with us, there is an important detail to be discussed. The true identity of Miss Potter will not be informed to the rest of the staff, neither the rest of the student body. Only us in this office will know this fact, and Professor MacGonagall will be informed as soon as she return from her vacation at the Mediterranean Sea."
At this remark, the three Gryffindor's and Snape flinched. It was not mere coincidence that all of them had had a sudden mental image of Minerva MacGonagall wearing a swimming suit.
"Then, I'll be undercover, that's exciting," Harriet said enthusiastically.
"Not all the undercover missions are exciting, believe me," Snape snorted.
"You would be introduced as Harriet Potter, a new student that had arrived from Bauxbaton. The implications of your name would not be so suspicious, since there are many Potters in England. There is something else that needs special attention, I'm afraid." Dumbledore moved to her and pointed his wand to her scar. With a swish and a flick, the mark disappeared. "It's just a make up spell, the scar is still there, but it won't be noticed."
"That would prove very useful among the Slytherin girls, all the acne gone for a good change." Harriet smiled wickedly.
"Then points from Gryffindor for lack of respect of the Slytherin's student body." Snarled satisfied Snape.
Harriet, Harry and Ron sighed. It was quite obvious Snape was not even remotely fond on her.
"Here, Miss Potter, this book requires your special attention. It's Bauxbaton's history, just in case some of your classmates decides to ask you about the subject. And I'll cast a linguistic spell on you later, since you are supposed to know at least some French.
She looked at the huge book and scowled. She didn't like books, that was sure. She took the volume reluctantly and nodded.
"Well, that will be all, for now, gentlemen, lady. You are dismissed, try to enjoy your weekend."
The Gryffindors stood up from their seats and walked out the office. When they were descending the stairs the voice of Snape reached their ears: "About those items lost from my ingredients stock." They rushed, it was better to stay out the discussion, or to be more specific, the monologue.
They headed for Gryffindor's common room.
"Well, Harriet, it seems you are one of us," commented Ron.
"But of course. Though that silly hat was suggesting to put me in Slytherin. It was so tempting, just to make Snape' s life even more miserable. But I threw away the idea."
Harry looked at her in sympathy. It had happened the same to him. "So, you rejected his offering because the terrible reputation of the House," stated him.
"No, of course no, I only didn't want to share my room with Millicent Bullstrode and Pansy Parkinson. I don't want to see their stinking underwear pilling around me, that would be gross!" She shuddered in revulsion.
End of chapter three.