Title: The Harry Potter incident. 5/?
Author: Warlady (Kat for my friends)
Beta readers: Joyce ( a zillion thanks and chocolate cookies for you)
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None, really, since this is totally A.U. 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 five
Harriet was fuming, pacing along the common room back and forth and muttering curses against Snape and Malfoy. She had lost a total of sixty points in less than three days. Though she had regained twenty in Divination, after predicting her own imprisonment in Azkaban under the charge of homicide. Professor Trelawney had told her that she owned a very accurate inner eye.
Harry and Ron had been playing chess, though they looked at her from time to time. They had decided to keep an eye on her, just in case she decided to complete her prophecy by killing the Potions Master or Draco.or both of them.
"It's almost eight, Harriet, you have to go to Filch's office for your detention," warned Hermione from one of the couches.
"I know, I know, don't push me." She sighed and headed for the exit.
When she was gone, Hermione stood up and walked towards Harry and Ron.
"Really, boys, that girl has guts. Though I'm afraid her outbursts will cost us all the points of the House before this week ends," commented Hermione.
"Who could believe Draco would put his disgusting eyes on her?" said Harry, moving his bishop to conquer Ron's knight.
"I would, you have to admit she is quite lovely. I mean, those eyes, and that hair, and all those other things. I'm almost happy that our experiment failed." Ron's eyes went wide in realization of his own stupidity and even forget to take Harry's bishop with his Queen.
"What experiment?" inquired Hermione, even when she was very sure of the answer. Her suspicions had been confirmed.
"Er." mumbled Harry, his eyes fixed in Ron.
"Er." repeated Ron, as it had became their mantra.
"I knew you would, how could I be so naïve? You tried it, didn't you? The "splitting potion". How could you!?" she looked at them like they were the most repulsive worms on Earth. After this, she ran up the stairs, towards her dormitory.
"Now we did it! She won't talk to us for the rest of our lives!" exclaimed Ron.
"We? No, you did it. But forget about that, we have more important troubles now."
"What could be more important, she promised to help me with my essay for Herbology?"
"Harriet, that's more important. I fear she won't let Malfoy scot-free. And if I'm right, I even feel sorry for him."
Ron sighed and nodded, he knew very well what Harry was talking about.
They got up off the floor and headed for the exit, but before they could reach it, the portrait opened and Professor McGonagall stepped inside the common room.
"Mister Potter and Mister Weasley, are you going somewhere?" she asked, her eyebrows forking, while her lips turned into a tight line.
"No, of course no Professor," said Harry, smiling his best.
"Very well. Professor Dumbledore sent me to remind you about a detention you two have to accomplish. He did tell me the details of your misbehaviour, and may I add if it was in my hands you both would be on the Hogwart's Express right now heading towards your homes. Though, since the headmaster already decided, I have to respect his decision. " She didn't wait for their answer, just stood beside the door and waited for them to go out.
Harry and Ron had forgotten totally about their punishment. They looked at each other and went through the exit, with McGonagall tagged to their heels.
Once they arrived at the gargoyle that guarded Professor Dumbledore's office, the witch said the password: "Jelly beans", and the two boys climbed the stairs as slowly as if they were walking to their execution.
They stood waiting for Dumbledore for some minutes.
Meanwhile, Harry walked towards Fawks and looked at the phoenix with guilty eyes.
"Hello, friend, how are you?"
The bird tilted his head and gave out a grave chirp.
"Yeah, it seems we keep on meeting in bad situations."
"Harry, calm down, you're talking to a bird," said Ron reassuringly, though his voice betrayed the anxiety that was plaguing him too.
"Well, well, gentlemen, you arrived at last." Dumbledore's voice surprised the two Gryffindors.
"I suppose you forgot that I had decreed a detention for you two. Don't worry about it, it happens all the time, I would forget as well if I was in your situation. Though, your detentions will begin tomorrow night. As for tonight, Ron, I have a letter from your parents, and Harry, I received a letter from Sirius." Dumbledore handed them the aforementioned letters.
Ron noticed immediately that his parents had sent him a howler. He opened it hurriedly, and before he tore apart the seal Molly Weasley's screams filled the office.
"Ronald Weasley! What have you done now?! Professor Dumbledore didn't tell us what it was, but I'm sure you really messed up this time. You will be the cause of my death."
The screaming continued, while Ron shrunk and got all red in embarrassment. At least the offending letter had not been opened in the presence of all the student body, like the last one he had received.
Once the howler stopped, Harry opened his own letter. He looked at it, it was only a white piece of parchment with a single line in black: "Think about what you have done." Harry would've preferred a howler. With that one little line, Sirius had pierced his heart in such a bad way. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes and he bit his lips to keep them from flowing.
"Well, gentlemen, return to your dormitories. Tomorrow at eight you will go with Hagrid and help him to attend the creatures he gathered for this semester."
They nodded and walked away, begging all the heavens that Hagrid had not tried to include screwts in their classes again.
Once they arrived in the corridor, they looked at each other.
"I don't know which is worst, detention with Hagrid, or having to stay alert to Harriet's activities. I mean, it's not like we have to spy on her when she's in the bathroom, but."
"Shush, Ron, look who's coming our way."
Harriet was walking towards them, holding a mop and a bucket of water.
"So, Harriet, what did Filch have planned for you?" asked Ron when she was closer.
"I have to clean the owlery floor, Muggle style. If one of those owls shits on me I swear I will slowly pull off every feather on its body," she said, walking away from them.
When she had disappeared from their view, Harry sighed and shook his head.
"I tell you, Ron, she is up to something."
"How could you tell?"
"Because I know me, and she has the same look I have when I'm up to something."
*****
The next day, Harry and Ron stayed alert to Harriet's every single movement.
She sat beside Harry again, and Ron sat on her other side.
Hermione wasn't talking to them, and she had decided to sit as far away as possible.
"So, Harriet, tell me. Who sent you that locket?" asked Harry, just to make conversation. He was sure the sender of that present had been Dumbledore.
"Professor Snape did it."
"Snape??" replied both, Harry and Ron, looking at her incredulous.
"Yes, Dumbledore told me last night about it. It seems that Snape was worried about Hermione finding out the truth. I think he believes the only one smart enough to read between the lines is her. By the way, why is she so mad with you two? she barely said hello to me this morning."
"Let's just say that Snape was right." Ron munched on a piece of bread, giving I-am-so-sorry looks to the bushy haired witch.
She was staring back at him, her lips pressed in a thin line. She looked so much like McGonagall.
"You mean she discovered it?"
"Yes, indeed, and she is angry with both of us, so probably she is angry with you too," said Harry.
"I'm doomed, my essay in Herbology is going to be a disaster!" whined Ron
"Which is not a surprise, Ron, you suck at Herbology." Harriet smirked impishly.
"Yes, but Hermione had agreed to help me, and now.I'm pretty sure she won't talk to us 'til next year. If she ever decides to talk to us at all."
"Do you mind if I try to convince her to forgive you?" She offered, nonchalantly, while she spread some butter on her toast.
"I don't know, Harriet, you see, she isn't so tolerant."
"Come on, Harry, I know her, and besides, who could resist my charm?" She batted her eyelashes and looked at Harry with puppy eyes.
He rolled his eyes but looked in awe at how Ron was looking at her, his fork holding a piece of sausage right before his open mouth. The only thing missing from the image was the drops of drool falling from Ron's lips.
"Ok, Harriet, talk to her, just try not to make her more angry."
"Right, I'll do it right after breakfast."
The entire Hall was filled with the customary noises. But suddenly a sharp cry coming from Slytherin' s table caught everybody's attention.
Ron and Harry turned their heads in time to see a very scared Draco Malfoy, who was growing a set of green snakes from his blond head. The beasts were biting his face and ears. He jumped from his seat and started to run outside the Hall, when Severus Snape immobilized him with a wave of his wand.
The Head of Slytherin walked hurriedly to Malfoy. He waved his wand a couple of times but one of the snakes took it from him while another jumped forward and bite him hard on the knuckles.
Finally, after some minutes of fighting against the snakes, Madam Pomfrey and Snape managed to reduce them by placing a bowl of mashed potatoes over Malfoy's head. The boy was then levitated to the infirmary.
"Revenge is so sweet!" whispered Harriet, while Ron and Harry looked terrified at her.
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 five
Harriet was fuming, pacing along the common room back and forth and muttering curses against Snape and Malfoy. She had lost a total of sixty points in less than three days. Though she had regained twenty in Divination, after predicting her own imprisonment in Azkaban under the charge of homicide. Professor Trelawney had told her that she owned a very accurate inner eye.
Harry and Ron had been playing chess, though they looked at her from time to time. They had decided to keep an eye on her, just in case she decided to complete her prophecy by killing the Potions Master or Draco.or both of them.
"It's almost eight, Harriet, you have to go to Filch's office for your detention," warned Hermione from one of the couches.
"I know, I know, don't push me." She sighed and headed for the exit.
When she was gone, Hermione stood up and walked towards Harry and Ron.
"Really, boys, that girl has guts. Though I'm afraid her outbursts will cost us all the points of the House before this week ends," commented Hermione.
"Who could believe Draco would put his disgusting eyes on her?" said Harry, moving his bishop to conquer Ron's knight.
"I would, you have to admit she is quite lovely. I mean, those eyes, and that hair, and all those other things. I'm almost happy that our experiment failed." Ron's eyes went wide in realization of his own stupidity and even forget to take Harry's bishop with his Queen.
"What experiment?" inquired Hermione, even when she was very sure of the answer. Her suspicions had been confirmed.
"Er." mumbled Harry, his eyes fixed in Ron.
"Er." repeated Ron, as it had became their mantra.
"I knew you would, how could I be so naïve? You tried it, didn't you? The "splitting potion". How could you!?" she looked at them like they were the most repulsive worms on Earth. After this, she ran up the stairs, towards her dormitory.
"Now we did it! She won't talk to us for the rest of our lives!" exclaimed Ron.
"We? No, you did it. But forget about that, we have more important troubles now."
"What could be more important, she promised to help me with my essay for Herbology?"
"Harriet, that's more important. I fear she won't let Malfoy scot-free. And if I'm right, I even feel sorry for him."
Ron sighed and nodded, he knew very well what Harry was talking about.
They got up off the floor and headed for the exit, but before they could reach it, the portrait opened and Professor McGonagall stepped inside the common room.
"Mister Potter and Mister Weasley, are you going somewhere?" she asked, her eyebrows forking, while her lips turned into a tight line.
"No, of course no Professor," said Harry, smiling his best.
"Very well. Professor Dumbledore sent me to remind you about a detention you two have to accomplish. He did tell me the details of your misbehaviour, and may I add if it was in my hands you both would be on the Hogwart's Express right now heading towards your homes. Though, since the headmaster already decided, I have to respect his decision. " She didn't wait for their answer, just stood beside the door and waited for them to go out.
Harry and Ron had forgotten totally about their punishment. They looked at each other and went through the exit, with McGonagall tagged to their heels.
Once they arrived at the gargoyle that guarded Professor Dumbledore's office, the witch said the password: "Jelly beans", and the two boys climbed the stairs as slowly as if they were walking to their execution.
They stood waiting for Dumbledore for some minutes.
Meanwhile, Harry walked towards Fawks and looked at the phoenix with guilty eyes.
"Hello, friend, how are you?"
The bird tilted his head and gave out a grave chirp.
"Yeah, it seems we keep on meeting in bad situations."
"Harry, calm down, you're talking to a bird," said Ron reassuringly, though his voice betrayed the anxiety that was plaguing him too.
"Well, well, gentlemen, you arrived at last." Dumbledore's voice surprised the two Gryffindors.
"I suppose you forgot that I had decreed a detention for you two. Don't worry about it, it happens all the time, I would forget as well if I was in your situation. Though, your detentions will begin tomorrow night. As for tonight, Ron, I have a letter from your parents, and Harry, I received a letter from Sirius." Dumbledore handed them the aforementioned letters.
Ron noticed immediately that his parents had sent him a howler. He opened it hurriedly, and before he tore apart the seal Molly Weasley's screams filled the office.
"Ronald Weasley! What have you done now?! Professor Dumbledore didn't tell us what it was, but I'm sure you really messed up this time. You will be the cause of my death."
The screaming continued, while Ron shrunk and got all red in embarrassment. At least the offending letter had not been opened in the presence of all the student body, like the last one he had received.
Once the howler stopped, Harry opened his own letter. He looked at it, it was only a white piece of parchment with a single line in black: "Think about what you have done." Harry would've preferred a howler. With that one little line, Sirius had pierced his heart in such a bad way. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes and he bit his lips to keep them from flowing.
"Well, gentlemen, return to your dormitories. Tomorrow at eight you will go with Hagrid and help him to attend the creatures he gathered for this semester."
They nodded and walked away, begging all the heavens that Hagrid had not tried to include screwts in their classes again.
Once they arrived in the corridor, they looked at each other.
"I don't know which is worst, detention with Hagrid, or having to stay alert to Harriet's activities. I mean, it's not like we have to spy on her when she's in the bathroom, but."
"Shush, Ron, look who's coming our way."
Harriet was walking towards them, holding a mop and a bucket of water.
"So, Harriet, what did Filch have planned for you?" asked Ron when she was closer.
"I have to clean the owlery floor, Muggle style. If one of those owls shits on me I swear I will slowly pull off every feather on its body," she said, walking away from them.
When she had disappeared from their view, Harry sighed and shook his head.
"I tell you, Ron, she is up to something."
"How could you tell?"
"Because I know me, and she has the same look I have when I'm up to something."
*****
The next day, Harry and Ron stayed alert to Harriet's every single movement.
She sat beside Harry again, and Ron sat on her other side.
Hermione wasn't talking to them, and she had decided to sit as far away as possible.
"So, Harriet, tell me. Who sent you that locket?" asked Harry, just to make conversation. He was sure the sender of that present had been Dumbledore.
"Professor Snape did it."
"Snape??" replied both, Harry and Ron, looking at her incredulous.
"Yes, Dumbledore told me last night about it. It seems that Snape was worried about Hermione finding out the truth. I think he believes the only one smart enough to read between the lines is her. By the way, why is she so mad with you two? she barely said hello to me this morning."
"Let's just say that Snape was right." Ron munched on a piece of bread, giving I-am-so-sorry looks to the bushy haired witch.
She was staring back at him, her lips pressed in a thin line. She looked so much like McGonagall.
"You mean she discovered it?"
"Yes, indeed, and she is angry with both of us, so probably she is angry with you too," said Harry.
"I'm doomed, my essay in Herbology is going to be a disaster!" whined Ron
"Which is not a surprise, Ron, you suck at Herbology." Harriet smirked impishly.
"Yes, but Hermione had agreed to help me, and now.I'm pretty sure she won't talk to us 'til next year. If she ever decides to talk to us at all."
"Do you mind if I try to convince her to forgive you?" She offered, nonchalantly, while she spread some butter on her toast.
"I don't know, Harriet, you see, she isn't so tolerant."
"Come on, Harry, I know her, and besides, who could resist my charm?" She batted her eyelashes and looked at Harry with puppy eyes.
He rolled his eyes but looked in awe at how Ron was looking at her, his fork holding a piece of sausage right before his open mouth. The only thing missing from the image was the drops of drool falling from Ron's lips.
"Ok, Harriet, talk to her, just try not to make her more angry."
"Right, I'll do it right after breakfast."
The entire Hall was filled with the customary noises. But suddenly a sharp cry coming from Slytherin' s table caught everybody's attention.
Ron and Harry turned their heads in time to see a very scared Draco Malfoy, who was growing a set of green snakes from his blond head. The beasts were biting his face and ears. He jumped from his seat and started to run outside the Hall, when Severus Snape immobilized him with a wave of his wand.
The Head of Slytherin walked hurriedly to Malfoy. He waved his wand a couple of times but one of the snakes took it from him while another jumped forward and bite him hard on the knuckles.
Finally, after some minutes of fighting against the snakes, Madam Pomfrey and Snape managed to reduce them by placing a bowl of mashed potatoes over Malfoy's head. The boy was then levitated to the infirmary.
"Revenge is so sweet!" whispered Harriet, while Ron and Harry looked terrified at her.