Title: The Harry Potter incident. 6/?
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.
Author's notes: This update took forever, but my muse apparently were out in vacations. I will try to update more often, never fear, there is still much more Harriet for all of those who like her.
The Harry Potter Incident
Chapter Six
To Harry and Ron's utter surprise, nobody was punished for the prank played on Malfoy. It seemed that none of the professors could track the source of the spells. Though Snape gave foul stares to them every time they met in the corridors. He also grumbled unintelligible curses under his breath whenever his eyes alighted on Harriet.
The girl just looked back at him, fluttering her black eyelashes and widely grinning.
After a week, half of students were convinced she was the bravest human being on Earth. While the other half thought she was nuts.
"Harriet, could you please stop doing that?" Harry begged her.
"Doing what?" she said, as she was oblivious to the dark scowl that was drawn on Snape's face. The class had been practically a contest of stares between the Potion Master and her, and obviously she was winning it.
"Looking at Snape like that. He might think you're mocking him."
"Good, because that's exactly what I am doing."
"Mister and Miss Potter, could you please share your thoughts with the rest of the class." Snape's voice thundered, while Neville Longbottom almost wet his pants because of it.
Before Harry could say anything, Harriet smiled, even more impertinent than before.
"I was just commenting to Harry that Potions is the most important subject of all. I mean, anybody could memorize spells and make silly movements with the wand. But, oh, creating potions is so interesting, and difficult. It's an art!"
"I am happy you enjoy my class so much, Miss Potter. And just to show you how flattered I feel, Mister Potter and you will have the pleasure of doing extra work. I am sure you two will be delighted to accomplish the task I will assign to you."
'Touché' she thought to herself, and kept her impertinent grin on her lips. Though she noticed it was quite difficult when inside she was dying to kick her professor's privates.
Once the class was over, Harry practically dragged her apart by pulling her arm.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"No, Harriet, I'll tell you what really will hurt. Doing extra work for the slimy git, that will hurt. I don't mind if you decide to put yourself through his wrath, but why the hell did you sink me with you as well?"
"Well, that was not my intention, he was the one who sunk you with me. As I see it, he hates you."
"Of course he hates me! Everybody knows he hates me!" Harry was losing his patience.
"Oh, calm down, Harry. I mean, what could he designate for us that's so terrible?"
"You don't know him, his twisted mind will find something disgusting and horrible."
"I know him very well, but what ever he thinks up I will do it. You know what, Harry? It's time for someone to stop this stupidity. Why am I supposed to be afraid of him? No, I just refuse to feel scared, it's not in me." She walked away.
Ron stood beside Harry, "She really has nerve. I was feeling like a maggot there. While she dared to face him, we stayed silent."
"And what were we supposed to do? It's not like we could do anything, could we?" Harry was furious, and confused. Harriet was like his sister, more like his twin. But she surely had some virtues he lacked.
*****
"Hermione, I want to ask for your help. I'm sure Harry and I will need your wisdom and skills to keep ourselves sound and sane while we work in whatever nastiness Snape designs for us." Harriet was doing her divination homework sitting next to Hermione.
"Oh, well, I'll see how my schedule is. But I promise nothing," Hermione answered, pausing for a second in writing her essay for Herbology.
"Hum, do I sense a little reluctance because this is related to Harry?" insinuated Harriet.
"Harriet, I'm very busy, the O.W.L.S. and all this homework, and some." Hermione stopped as she saw Harriet's I-don't-belive-you expression. "How do you manage to know what I'm thinking?" she sighed.
"Professor Trelawny told me I have a good inner eye. But it's really that I know you very well, in a way not even Harry could. I'm a girl, remember? And I imagine how you feel. But, don't you think it's about time to settle a truce with the boys? Ron misses you, he says it's about the Herbology essay, but I know better.
Hermione blushed. "They lied to me."
"Oh, come on, that's not what makes you feel bad, am I wrong? They left you out of their plan, that's what you resent. Believe me when I say it was better that way, after all, if they had had you helping them I probably wouldn't being talking to you now. Besides you'd be dealing with two Harrys and two Rons, and from my point of view the world doesn't need another couple of boys like them." Harriet smiled impishly.
Hermione smiled in return. "You're right, somehow. By the way, I really liked the way you confronted Snape, it's the first time I've seen someone face him in such a remarkable way. Pity you got this punishment. But at least you didn't lose points from Gryffindor."
"Oh, thank you, coming from you that's such a compliment. But I'm afraid I'll need all the help in the world to avoid being at Snape's throat."
That settled it, Hermione started to talk to Harry and Ron again, and she was eager to help Harriet to accomplish whatever task Snape was going to give to her and Harry.
*****
The Dungeons were a very horrifying place anytime, but at night they could scare the bravest man. The cold atmosphere and the darkness joined in a perfect combination, designed to put fear in the heart and distress in the soul.
"Harry, could you stop looking around as if a vampire will jump on your neck from the shadows?" Harriet rolled her eyes. She was a little scared, but she could not understand why Harry looked as if he had seen a ghost. As if ghosts were not a regular thing for those studying in Hogwarts.
"Oh, not a vampire, but a gigantic bat, with hooked nose and greasy hair." He was sitting beside her, on one of the chairs of the classroom, hiding his hands under the table. He wriggled them together in anxiety.
Snape had sent word to them with his crow to be at the dungeons just after eight o'clock. He sent the respective authorizations as well, just in case they were caught outside their dormitories after curfew. Though it seemed something had delayed him, because it was eight fifteen and he was not at the dungeons.
Harriet yawned and shifted her position on the chair when suddenly she was startled by the door opening violently and the wild entrance of professor Snape, his robe billowing behind him. She had to suppress a giggle, because in fact under light of the torches the Potions Master seemed very much like a huge bat.
"Well, Miss Potter, since you asked for it, I prepared an extracurricular assignment for you and Mister Potter. I was delayed because I was arranging some details in this specific matter. I just was talking with Professor Dumbledore about it. Professor Dumbledore has agreed that since this assignment will be difficult and will take up a lot of your time that it be allowed to take the place of your OWL exam in Potions.
Both Gryffindors looked in horror at Snape. Now that he had them in his hands, he surely will flunk them both.
Truly satisfied by their reaction to the news, Snape grinned in the most nasty way he could manage, which was quite a sinister way indeed. "Now, without more delay." He handed them a piece of parchment.
They looked hesitantly at the words written in Snapes' neat and ominous calligraphy. Both of them gasped in shock.
Snape just looked at them, his face reflecting his pleasure.
Harriet raised her hand in the air.
"Yes, Miss Potter?" he said, his silky words echoing in the most wicked way.
"I don't want to antagonize you, Professor, but I somehow have the notion that this specific potion is reserved for seventh year students, and only those who had reached a high grade in Potions' OWLs."
"That is correct, Miss Potter. Though, after your affirmations during my class, I recognized instantly that you could manage to go ahead with the hard investigation and all the details involved in the preparation of such a concoction. Mister Potter and you have extensive experience in work with forbidden and truly dangerous potions. May I say that his last experience was not as satisfactory as he expected, since you will be among us for a long period of time. So, I imagine you will accomplish this assignment without great troubles.or will blow away your useless heads in the process." He looked at them in triumph.
Harriet was trembling in fury, her hands closed in tight fists. But she was not going to give Snape the satisfaction of knowing she was fuming. Regaining her composure, she put on the most calm facade and smiled widely. "Professor, we won't disappoint you. Harry and I thank you for the confidence put in us, don't we Harry?"
"Huh?" said Harry, feeling as if he had lost something, but when Harried kicked him under the table he quickly replied "Of course professor, we'll do our best."
"All right, then, I suggest you begin right now." Snape's victorious grin diminished , he didn't expected the girl would manage to keep her temper under control. After all, he knew very well where her strong mood came from. As a student, he had seen another pair of green eyes gleaming with the same fire. Lily Evans, Harry's mother, was the owner of such a temperament. Only she could dare to argue with the Marauders, no matter that they were the most popular group in the school. "Well, what are you waiting for? Leave the Dungeons now, your work starts in the Library." With these last words, he left them.
*****
"I can't believe it!" Hermione exclaimed, examining again and again the parchment with the assignment.
"Argh, that damn old bat is more wicked than I had thought! The Wolfsbane potion! I never saw that coming our way." Harriet was sitting before the fireplace in the common room.
Harry was depressed, his nerves were crushed and he looked like he was on the brink of tears. "We'll never make it out of this, we're doomed, doomed!"
"Oh, come on, Harry, Hermione never failed us before. I know she can make that potion with her eyes closed and a hand tied behind her back, don't you, Hermione?" Ron was quite optimistic.
"I'm afraid this potion isn't easy, Ron. The Polyjuice potion is a child's game in comparison. Besides, the risks are huge, a little mistake can cause an explosion of incredible proportions. Many of the ingredients are very volatile, especially the dragon's blood." Hermione looked a last time at the parchment and handed it to Harriet.
"We are doomed!" repeated Harry, and covered his face with his hands.
"Oh, Harry, calm down, Dumbledore would never approve something that could damage us, would he? And you read it, it's just a variant of the potion, not the real one." Harriet tried to calm down Harry, though she herself was feeling a knot of fear forming inside her guts. Hermione's words just confirmed her worries; Snape was trying to get them killed.
"Well, I can only suggest that you two start doing the research in the library, I have a list of books I need you to read. Then, we can start searching for the ingredients. I imagine that since this is an official assignment, Snape will allow you to obtain your ingredients from his private stores.
"We didn't ask, and he didn't say anything about it." Harriet said, sighing deeply, hoping Hermione's supposition was right.
"We are doomed!" The pitiful voice of Harry resounded again.
"You say that once again, Harry, and I will beat you to death with your own shoes!" warned Harriet, more than angry.
TBC
My gratitude to:
DrAcO HaTeR : Thank you for your review, it encourages me to keep on writing.
Sumary: Harry and Ron try to brew a potion on their own and found themselves stuck into a deep trouble.a trouble with skirts.
Author's notes: This update took forever, but my muse apparently were out in vacations. I will try to update more often, never fear, there is still much more Harriet for all of those who like her.
The Harry Potter Incident
Chapter Six
To Harry and Ron's utter surprise, nobody was punished for the prank played on Malfoy. It seemed that none of the professors could track the source of the spells. Though Snape gave foul stares to them every time they met in the corridors. He also grumbled unintelligible curses under his breath whenever his eyes alighted on Harriet.
The girl just looked back at him, fluttering her black eyelashes and widely grinning.
After a week, half of students were convinced she was the bravest human being on Earth. While the other half thought she was nuts.
"Harriet, could you please stop doing that?" Harry begged her.
"Doing what?" she said, as she was oblivious to the dark scowl that was drawn on Snape's face. The class had been practically a contest of stares between the Potion Master and her, and obviously she was winning it.
"Looking at Snape like that. He might think you're mocking him."
"Good, because that's exactly what I am doing."
"Mister and Miss Potter, could you please share your thoughts with the rest of the class." Snape's voice thundered, while Neville Longbottom almost wet his pants because of it.
Before Harry could say anything, Harriet smiled, even more impertinent than before.
"I was just commenting to Harry that Potions is the most important subject of all. I mean, anybody could memorize spells and make silly movements with the wand. But, oh, creating potions is so interesting, and difficult. It's an art!"
"I am happy you enjoy my class so much, Miss Potter. And just to show you how flattered I feel, Mister Potter and you will have the pleasure of doing extra work. I am sure you two will be delighted to accomplish the task I will assign to you."
'Touché' she thought to herself, and kept her impertinent grin on her lips. Though she noticed it was quite difficult when inside she was dying to kick her professor's privates.
Once the class was over, Harry practically dragged her apart by pulling her arm.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"No, Harriet, I'll tell you what really will hurt. Doing extra work for the slimy git, that will hurt. I don't mind if you decide to put yourself through his wrath, but why the hell did you sink me with you as well?"
"Well, that was not my intention, he was the one who sunk you with me. As I see it, he hates you."
"Of course he hates me! Everybody knows he hates me!" Harry was losing his patience.
"Oh, calm down, Harry. I mean, what could he designate for us that's so terrible?"
"You don't know him, his twisted mind will find something disgusting and horrible."
"I know him very well, but what ever he thinks up I will do it. You know what, Harry? It's time for someone to stop this stupidity. Why am I supposed to be afraid of him? No, I just refuse to feel scared, it's not in me." She walked away.
Ron stood beside Harry, "She really has nerve. I was feeling like a maggot there. While she dared to face him, we stayed silent."
"And what were we supposed to do? It's not like we could do anything, could we?" Harry was furious, and confused. Harriet was like his sister, more like his twin. But she surely had some virtues he lacked.
*****
"Hermione, I want to ask for your help. I'm sure Harry and I will need your wisdom and skills to keep ourselves sound and sane while we work in whatever nastiness Snape designs for us." Harriet was doing her divination homework sitting next to Hermione.
"Oh, well, I'll see how my schedule is. But I promise nothing," Hermione answered, pausing for a second in writing her essay for Herbology.
"Hum, do I sense a little reluctance because this is related to Harry?" insinuated Harriet.
"Harriet, I'm very busy, the O.W.L.S. and all this homework, and some." Hermione stopped as she saw Harriet's I-don't-belive-you expression. "How do you manage to know what I'm thinking?" she sighed.
"Professor Trelawny told me I have a good inner eye. But it's really that I know you very well, in a way not even Harry could. I'm a girl, remember? And I imagine how you feel. But, don't you think it's about time to settle a truce with the boys? Ron misses you, he says it's about the Herbology essay, but I know better.
Hermione blushed. "They lied to me."
"Oh, come on, that's not what makes you feel bad, am I wrong? They left you out of their plan, that's what you resent. Believe me when I say it was better that way, after all, if they had had you helping them I probably wouldn't being talking to you now. Besides you'd be dealing with two Harrys and two Rons, and from my point of view the world doesn't need another couple of boys like them." Harriet smiled impishly.
Hermione smiled in return. "You're right, somehow. By the way, I really liked the way you confronted Snape, it's the first time I've seen someone face him in such a remarkable way. Pity you got this punishment. But at least you didn't lose points from Gryffindor."
"Oh, thank you, coming from you that's such a compliment. But I'm afraid I'll need all the help in the world to avoid being at Snape's throat."
That settled it, Hermione started to talk to Harry and Ron again, and she was eager to help Harriet to accomplish whatever task Snape was going to give to her and Harry.
*****
The Dungeons were a very horrifying place anytime, but at night they could scare the bravest man. The cold atmosphere and the darkness joined in a perfect combination, designed to put fear in the heart and distress in the soul.
"Harry, could you stop looking around as if a vampire will jump on your neck from the shadows?" Harriet rolled her eyes. She was a little scared, but she could not understand why Harry looked as if he had seen a ghost. As if ghosts were not a regular thing for those studying in Hogwarts.
"Oh, not a vampire, but a gigantic bat, with hooked nose and greasy hair." He was sitting beside her, on one of the chairs of the classroom, hiding his hands under the table. He wriggled them together in anxiety.
Snape had sent word to them with his crow to be at the dungeons just after eight o'clock. He sent the respective authorizations as well, just in case they were caught outside their dormitories after curfew. Though it seemed something had delayed him, because it was eight fifteen and he was not at the dungeons.
Harriet yawned and shifted her position on the chair when suddenly she was startled by the door opening violently and the wild entrance of professor Snape, his robe billowing behind him. She had to suppress a giggle, because in fact under light of the torches the Potions Master seemed very much like a huge bat.
"Well, Miss Potter, since you asked for it, I prepared an extracurricular assignment for you and Mister Potter. I was delayed because I was arranging some details in this specific matter. I just was talking with Professor Dumbledore about it. Professor Dumbledore has agreed that since this assignment will be difficult and will take up a lot of your time that it be allowed to take the place of your OWL exam in Potions.
Both Gryffindors looked in horror at Snape. Now that he had them in his hands, he surely will flunk them both.
Truly satisfied by their reaction to the news, Snape grinned in the most nasty way he could manage, which was quite a sinister way indeed. "Now, without more delay." He handed them a piece of parchment.
They looked hesitantly at the words written in Snapes' neat and ominous calligraphy. Both of them gasped in shock.
Snape just looked at them, his face reflecting his pleasure.
Harriet raised her hand in the air.
"Yes, Miss Potter?" he said, his silky words echoing in the most wicked way.
"I don't want to antagonize you, Professor, but I somehow have the notion that this specific potion is reserved for seventh year students, and only those who had reached a high grade in Potions' OWLs."
"That is correct, Miss Potter. Though, after your affirmations during my class, I recognized instantly that you could manage to go ahead with the hard investigation and all the details involved in the preparation of such a concoction. Mister Potter and you have extensive experience in work with forbidden and truly dangerous potions. May I say that his last experience was not as satisfactory as he expected, since you will be among us for a long period of time. So, I imagine you will accomplish this assignment without great troubles.or will blow away your useless heads in the process." He looked at them in triumph.
Harriet was trembling in fury, her hands closed in tight fists. But she was not going to give Snape the satisfaction of knowing she was fuming. Regaining her composure, she put on the most calm facade and smiled widely. "Professor, we won't disappoint you. Harry and I thank you for the confidence put in us, don't we Harry?"
"Huh?" said Harry, feeling as if he had lost something, but when Harried kicked him under the table he quickly replied "Of course professor, we'll do our best."
"All right, then, I suggest you begin right now." Snape's victorious grin diminished , he didn't expected the girl would manage to keep her temper under control. After all, he knew very well where her strong mood came from. As a student, he had seen another pair of green eyes gleaming with the same fire. Lily Evans, Harry's mother, was the owner of such a temperament. Only she could dare to argue with the Marauders, no matter that they were the most popular group in the school. "Well, what are you waiting for? Leave the Dungeons now, your work starts in the Library." With these last words, he left them.
*****
"I can't believe it!" Hermione exclaimed, examining again and again the parchment with the assignment.
"Argh, that damn old bat is more wicked than I had thought! The Wolfsbane potion! I never saw that coming our way." Harriet was sitting before the fireplace in the common room.
Harry was depressed, his nerves were crushed and he looked like he was on the brink of tears. "We'll never make it out of this, we're doomed, doomed!"
"Oh, come on, Harry, Hermione never failed us before. I know she can make that potion with her eyes closed and a hand tied behind her back, don't you, Hermione?" Ron was quite optimistic.
"I'm afraid this potion isn't easy, Ron. The Polyjuice potion is a child's game in comparison. Besides, the risks are huge, a little mistake can cause an explosion of incredible proportions. Many of the ingredients are very volatile, especially the dragon's blood." Hermione looked a last time at the parchment and handed it to Harriet.
"We are doomed!" repeated Harry, and covered his face with his hands.
"Oh, Harry, calm down, Dumbledore would never approve something that could damage us, would he? And you read it, it's just a variant of the potion, not the real one." Harriet tried to calm down Harry, though she herself was feeling a knot of fear forming inside her guts. Hermione's words just confirmed her worries; Snape was trying to get them killed.
"Well, I can only suggest that you two start doing the research in the library, I have a list of books I need you to read. Then, we can start searching for the ingredients. I imagine that since this is an official assignment, Snape will allow you to obtain your ingredients from his private stores.
"We didn't ask, and he didn't say anything about it." Harriet said, sighing deeply, hoping Hermione's supposition was right.
"We are doomed!" The pitiful voice of Harry resounded again.
"You say that once again, Harry, and I will beat you to death with your own shoes!" warned Harriet, more than angry.
TBC
My gratitude to:
DrAcO HaTeR : Thank you for your review, it encourages me to keep on writing.