Title: The Harry Potter incident. 4/?
Author: Warlady (Kat for my friends)
Beta readers: Joyce ( a zillion thanks and chocolate cookies for you)
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None, really, some silliness, but that is quite normal.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing.
Sumary: Harry and Ron try to brew a potion on their own and found themselves stuck into a deep trouble.a trouble with skirts.
The Harry Potter incident
Chapter four
The last weekend of the holiday break passed quickly, and the first Monday of the second semester started. The news spread like fire in a dynamite storeroom. A new girl in the Gryffindor tower, with a chamber of her own.
None of the girls had seen her, but they gossiped about her anyway. Hermione Granger didn't join in the common choir of rumours, though it mystified her. An exchange student from Beauxbatons, in the middle of the semester? She didn't remember anything like that happening before. She was sure. After all, she had read "Hogwarts a History" three times.
The first morning, in the dining room, most of the Gryffindor students had enough time to notice the exchange student. Especially most of the boys. Harriet had chosen a seat next to Harry. At the other side was Hermione, and Ron was seated next to her.
"No! Double Potions is the first lesson today! I think I'm going to be sick!" complained Ron, while he munched on a piece of toast.
"Come on, Ron, I'm sure you will do better this semester, since you two wrote an essay to compensate for your failures, didn't you, Harry?" Hermione stated, knowing very well that they hadn't done it.
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice and Ron coughed; he swallowed half his toast and it stuck in his throat. They looked at each other. Yes, that was what they had promised in exchange for the Potions book she had given them.
"Oh, I think they didn't have time to write it, Headmaster Dumbledore ask them to help me get settled in my room and show me the castle. I'm so sorry, I didn't know they were supposed to do some homework during the break," said Harriet her voice seemed filled with concern. She sure was a good actress. "By the way, I'm Harriet Potter, nice to meet you." She extended her hand past Harry for Hermione to shake it.
The bushy haired girl took the hand she was offering and shook it. "Hermione Granger, it's a pleasure."
Harry looked at Harriet and said a silent "thank you" to her.
Hermione hadn't looked at her till that moment. She realized immediately a couple of things that were strangely familiar. Harriet's long and black hair was barely tamed; even when it was straight, it had an odd tendency to stand up in some places. Then, she noticed the green eyes, so similar to a certain other student's eyes. When Harriet flashed a smile to her, she was sure that she had seen that smile somewhere else. The wheels of her clever mind started to turn wildly, while the name 'Harriet Potter', echoed inside her brain.
"Harriet Potter? What a coincidence! Isn't it Harry?" Hermione looked at the black haired boy, narrowing her eyes.
Harry felt his stomach becoming a bottomless pit, and he couldn't suppress the sudden blush that covered his face. The cries of dozens of owls saved him from the inquisition. Then he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore had told them he would send a note to Sirius and Ron's parents. He froze in place, waiting for the humiliating moment when an owl probably would place a howler in front of him. Though, it didn't happen. In fact, the only strange thing that did happen was the moment when a raven flew over them, let a packet fall and left as soon as it had entered.
"Oh, its from my mother, she probably sent me something I forgot," said Harriet nonchalantly, reaching her hand to the little bundle of paper. When she pulled the string that kept the packet closed, a locket hanging from a golden chain was revealed to her stunned companions. "Merlin's beard! I thought I had lost this in travel. It seems that I was so exited packing to come here that I forgot it." Dumbledore warned her about this present and instructed her how to react to it.
Hermione looked at the jewel and its so called owner. "And why were you so excited at coming to Hogwarts? I mean, the last time we had visitors from Beauxbatons they kept on complaining about everything in this castle."
"Well, exactly because of that. See, I really despise the way some of my classmates act, they are so damn snobbish. I didn't feel at ease among that bunch of morons. Mother offered to ask Headmaster Dumbledore for a place in this school and when he owled us his approval I almost went crazy. Imagine it, an opportunity to study in the best wizardry and witchcraft school!"
"Yes, imagine that, Hermione!" added Harry.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. She was about to ask something else when the bell rang for the first class of the day.
They collected their things and headed for the dungeons.
*****
"This semester, I will try to teach you the correct uses of dragon's blood in sleeping potions. I should add that in every one of the next experiments I fully recommend total concentration and extra care in the manipulation of this extremely unstable ingredient."
Severus Snape looked down from his podium at his students, his dark figure resembled a vulture waiting for the death of an ill lamb.
Neville Longbottom shrunk in his seat, feeling the coal black eyes piercing him. He had feared the arrival of this moment all the holidays. Dragon's blood was quite a dangerous substance, he had heard stories about one student that had blown up himself because he made a mistake in measuring the exact quantity.
"Now, copy the ingredients from the blackboard, and work in pairs. You, the new Gryffindor, you can work with Mr. Malfoy, since his usual companion is not with us at the moment."
Pansy Parkinson was still at the infirmary due to a mysterious hex that had made her grow a very unattractive horn in the middle of her head.
Harriet cringed in disgust, but obeyed and walked to her new partner. The Slytherin student smiled at her in a way she didn't remember having seen in him before. It looked almost charming.in a twisted way of course.
"Well, well, look what the tide brought to us, a new Gryffindor girl," whispered Malfoy, dragging the words and trying to give them a tint like Professor Snape's. He failed miserably, his teenage voice had not acquired its full maturity, and probably it would never be as silky yet menacing as Snape's.
"Hello, ferret boy," she whispered in response, giving him a mocking smile.
He paled, then his face got deeply flushed, and his smile disappeared. To him it was obvious that Potter and Weasley had told her about the humiliating incident of his transfiguration.
"Less talk and more work Miss Potter, five points from Gryffindor!" scolded Snape, who had not heard her words. Though he pretended to take as many points from her house as possible.
She sighed and unwrapping a piece of parchment started to copy the ingredients. It was hopeless trying to fight Snape's unfairness in his own dungeon.she planned to do that outside the class. Though there was something that was bothering her greatly, and that was the intent stare she could feel from Draco Malfoy. Had he noticed her resemblance to the Boy Who Lived? Was he going to stand up in the Middle of the class and declare his discovery to the entire student body?
"What?" she angrily asked, when she couldn't stand a second more of his eyes on her.
"Nothing, it's only that I can't understand why you're not like the other Gryffindor girls, I mean, you're beautiful," said the blond boy, giving her a predatory stare.
She froze in place, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The ferret boy had not only given a compliment to her, he was practically undressing her with his eyes. She shuddered in revulsion, feeling his gaze as if an entire army of slugs were crawling along her body.
The class passed uneventfully. Well, Neville melted his cauldron, the worktable and part of the stone floor, when he didn't add enough water to dilute the dragon's blood, but that was quite expected. The little accident cost Gryffindor thirty points and Neville stayed to clean the mess in the Muggle way. The others were dismissed by a very angry Snape claiming to the heavens that all the Gryffindors were half brained, stupid students.
Harriet sighed in relief when she finally left the dungeon and saw her partners come to meet her. Her liberation was short, because suddenly she felt pulled by the arm, and turned to meet the cold grey eyes of a very hormonal Slytherin. He was guarded on both sides by his bully colleagues.
"If you promise to behave more friendly to me, I could even consider gracing you with a date," he said, his voice a little husky. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered, fixing their blank stares on her.
She pulled her arm from his grasp and frowned. "And if you don't stop bothering me with your greasy, disgusting and quite obvious advances, I surely will consider hexing your ass out of this world."
Harry, Ron and Hermione came to her rescue.
"What's the matter, Harriet, is he bothering you?" said Ron, glaring at Malfoy.
"Ah, I see, you prefer to stick to the losers triumvirate. Or maybe it's that you're interested in the famous Harry Potter, whose only claim to fame is having a hideous scar on his forehead and that his parents were killed by the Dark Lord himself!"
At this remark Harry felt his blood boiling and he would have hexed Draco himself. But he hadn't even pulled his wand from the pocket of his robe, when Malfoy was on the floor, his nose oozing blood profusely, and Harried stood towering over him, her fist still in the air.
"Don't you dare say that again, Malfoy, or I'll break more than your nose," she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face was contorted in anger.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at her in awe.
"Don't you stand there watching, idiots, get her," commanded Malfoy, recovering from the surprise and grabbing his bleeding nose.
They tried to touch her, but Goyle was kicked hard in the shin, and Crabbe fell to the floor, clutching his groin and groaning painfully.
Harriet was going to finish the work by aiming an uppercut at Goyle, and she would have succeeded if Harry and Ron had not come and restrained her.
"Let me alone, I'll show them they can't mess with me that easily" she screamed, struggling hopelessly.
"What is happening here?" came Professor Snape's thundering voice, as he heard the commotion in the corridor.
"That girl punched Draco's nose, kicked me in the shin and broke Crabbe's nuts" answered Goyle, still rubbing his injured leg.
"I see, well, this deserves fifty points of deduction from Gryffindor, and you Miss Potter, will serve detention this night with Filch. Now, everybody get out of here. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle, go to Madame Pomfrey's infirmary and get this mess fixed immediately," roared Snape, turning his back to them and going back into the dungeons again.
TBC
Sumary: Harry and Ron try to brew a potion on their own and found themselves stuck into a deep trouble.a trouble with skirts.
The Harry Potter incident
Chapter four
The last weekend of the holiday break passed quickly, and the first Monday of the second semester started. The news spread like fire in a dynamite storeroom. A new girl in the Gryffindor tower, with a chamber of her own.
None of the girls had seen her, but they gossiped about her anyway. Hermione Granger didn't join in the common choir of rumours, though it mystified her. An exchange student from Beauxbatons, in the middle of the semester? She didn't remember anything like that happening before. She was sure. After all, she had read "Hogwarts a History" three times.
The first morning, in the dining room, most of the Gryffindor students had enough time to notice the exchange student. Especially most of the boys. Harriet had chosen a seat next to Harry. At the other side was Hermione, and Ron was seated next to her.
"No! Double Potions is the first lesson today! I think I'm going to be sick!" complained Ron, while he munched on a piece of toast.
"Come on, Ron, I'm sure you will do better this semester, since you two wrote an essay to compensate for your failures, didn't you, Harry?" Hermione stated, knowing very well that they hadn't done it.
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice and Ron coughed; he swallowed half his toast and it stuck in his throat. They looked at each other. Yes, that was what they had promised in exchange for the Potions book she had given them.
"Oh, I think they didn't have time to write it, Headmaster Dumbledore ask them to help me get settled in my room and show me the castle. I'm so sorry, I didn't know they were supposed to do some homework during the break," said Harriet her voice seemed filled with concern. She sure was a good actress. "By the way, I'm Harriet Potter, nice to meet you." She extended her hand past Harry for Hermione to shake it.
The bushy haired girl took the hand she was offering and shook it. "Hermione Granger, it's a pleasure."
Harry looked at Harriet and said a silent "thank you" to her.
Hermione hadn't looked at her till that moment. She realized immediately a couple of things that were strangely familiar. Harriet's long and black hair was barely tamed; even when it was straight, it had an odd tendency to stand up in some places. Then, she noticed the green eyes, so similar to a certain other student's eyes. When Harriet flashed a smile to her, she was sure that she had seen that smile somewhere else. The wheels of her clever mind started to turn wildly, while the name 'Harriet Potter', echoed inside her brain.
"Harriet Potter? What a coincidence! Isn't it Harry?" Hermione looked at the black haired boy, narrowing her eyes.
Harry felt his stomach becoming a bottomless pit, and he couldn't suppress the sudden blush that covered his face. The cries of dozens of owls saved him from the inquisition. Then he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore had told them he would send a note to Sirius and Ron's parents. He froze in place, waiting for the humiliating moment when an owl probably would place a howler in front of him. Though, it didn't happen. In fact, the only strange thing that did happen was the moment when a raven flew over them, let a packet fall and left as soon as it had entered.
"Oh, its from my mother, she probably sent me something I forgot," said Harriet nonchalantly, reaching her hand to the little bundle of paper. When she pulled the string that kept the packet closed, a locket hanging from a golden chain was revealed to her stunned companions. "Merlin's beard! I thought I had lost this in travel. It seems that I was so exited packing to come here that I forgot it." Dumbledore warned her about this present and instructed her how to react to it.
Hermione looked at the jewel and its so called owner. "And why were you so excited at coming to Hogwarts? I mean, the last time we had visitors from Beauxbatons they kept on complaining about everything in this castle."
"Well, exactly because of that. See, I really despise the way some of my classmates act, they are so damn snobbish. I didn't feel at ease among that bunch of morons. Mother offered to ask Headmaster Dumbledore for a place in this school and when he owled us his approval I almost went crazy. Imagine it, an opportunity to study in the best wizardry and witchcraft school!"
"Yes, imagine that, Hermione!" added Harry.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. She was about to ask something else when the bell rang for the first class of the day.
They collected their things and headed for the dungeons.
*****
"This semester, I will try to teach you the correct uses of dragon's blood in sleeping potions. I should add that in every one of the next experiments I fully recommend total concentration and extra care in the manipulation of this extremely unstable ingredient."
Severus Snape looked down from his podium at his students, his dark figure resembled a vulture waiting for the death of an ill lamb.
Neville Longbottom shrunk in his seat, feeling the coal black eyes piercing him. He had feared the arrival of this moment all the holidays. Dragon's blood was quite a dangerous substance, he had heard stories about one student that had blown up himself because he made a mistake in measuring the exact quantity.
"Now, copy the ingredients from the blackboard, and work in pairs. You, the new Gryffindor, you can work with Mr. Malfoy, since his usual companion is not with us at the moment."
Pansy Parkinson was still at the infirmary due to a mysterious hex that had made her grow a very unattractive horn in the middle of her head.
Harriet cringed in disgust, but obeyed and walked to her new partner. The Slytherin student smiled at her in a way she didn't remember having seen in him before. It looked almost charming.in a twisted way of course.
"Well, well, look what the tide brought to us, a new Gryffindor girl," whispered Malfoy, dragging the words and trying to give them a tint like Professor Snape's. He failed miserably, his teenage voice had not acquired its full maturity, and probably it would never be as silky yet menacing as Snape's.
"Hello, ferret boy," she whispered in response, giving him a mocking smile.
He paled, then his face got deeply flushed, and his smile disappeared. To him it was obvious that Potter and Weasley had told her about the humiliating incident of his transfiguration.
"Less talk and more work Miss Potter, five points from Gryffindor!" scolded Snape, who had not heard her words. Though he pretended to take as many points from her house as possible.
She sighed and unwrapping a piece of parchment started to copy the ingredients. It was hopeless trying to fight Snape's unfairness in his own dungeon.she planned to do that outside the class. Though there was something that was bothering her greatly, and that was the intent stare she could feel from Draco Malfoy. Had he noticed her resemblance to the Boy Who Lived? Was he going to stand up in the Middle of the class and declare his discovery to the entire student body?
"What?" she angrily asked, when she couldn't stand a second more of his eyes on her.
"Nothing, it's only that I can't understand why you're not like the other Gryffindor girls, I mean, you're beautiful," said the blond boy, giving her a predatory stare.
She froze in place, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The ferret boy had not only given a compliment to her, he was practically undressing her with his eyes. She shuddered in revulsion, feeling his gaze as if an entire army of slugs were crawling along her body.
The class passed uneventfully. Well, Neville melted his cauldron, the worktable and part of the stone floor, when he didn't add enough water to dilute the dragon's blood, but that was quite expected. The little accident cost Gryffindor thirty points and Neville stayed to clean the mess in the Muggle way. The others were dismissed by a very angry Snape claiming to the heavens that all the Gryffindors were half brained, stupid students.
Harriet sighed in relief when she finally left the dungeon and saw her partners come to meet her. Her liberation was short, because suddenly she felt pulled by the arm, and turned to meet the cold grey eyes of a very hormonal Slytherin. He was guarded on both sides by his bully colleagues.
"If you promise to behave more friendly to me, I could even consider gracing you with a date," he said, his voice a little husky. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered, fixing their blank stares on her.
She pulled her arm from his grasp and frowned. "And if you don't stop bothering me with your greasy, disgusting and quite obvious advances, I surely will consider hexing your ass out of this world."
Harry, Ron and Hermione came to her rescue.
"What's the matter, Harriet, is he bothering you?" said Ron, glaring at Malfoy.
"Ah, I see, you prefer to stick to the losers triumvirate. Or maybe it's that you're interested in the famous Harry Potter, whose only claim to fame is having a hideous scar on his forehead and that his parents were killed by the Dark Lord himself!"
At this remark Harry felt his blood boiling and he would have hexed Draco himself. But he hadn't even pulled his wand from the pocket of his robe, when Malfoy was on the floor, his nose oozing blood profusely, and Harried stood towering over him, her fist still in the air.
"Don't you dare say that again, Malfoy, or I'll break more than your nose," she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face was contorted in anger.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at her in awe.
"Don't you stand there watching, idiots, get her," commanded Malfoy, recovering from the surprise and grabbing his bleeding nose.
They tried to touch her, but Goyle was kicked hard in the shin, and Crabbe fell to the floor, clutching his groin and groaning painfully.
Harriet was going to finish the work by aiming an uppercut at Goyle, and she would have succeeded if Harry and Ron had not come and restrained her.
"Let me alone, I'll show them they can't mess with me that easily" she screamed, struggling hopelessly.
"What is happening here?" came Professor Snape's thundering voice, as he heard the commotion in the corridor.
"That girl punched Draco's nose, kicked me in the shin and broke Crabbe's nuts" answered Goyle, still rubbing his injured leg.
"I see, well, this deserves fifty points of deduction from Gryffindor, and you Miss Potter, will serve detention this night with Filch. Now, everybody get out of here. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle, go to Madame Pomfrey's infirmary and get this mess fixed immediately," roared Snape, turning his back to them and going back into the dungeons again.
TBC