A/N: Just to let you know, the scar Draco found in the last chapter is given full credit to Magami in a story called "Forgotten Youth" . It's a wonderful piece of work and highly encourage people to read it.
And don't be mad about the Quidditch match; I don't think I would ever be able to actually write one!
Chapter 12: The Trouble with Revealing Potions
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"And Harry Potter has just caught the snitch, leaving the score 160 to 0 for Gryffindor! Gryffindor wins!" announced an enthusiastic Terry Boot. "Way to go, Harry!"
Harry stepped off his Dark Flame to the ground and followed the Gryffindor team into the locker rooms. Ginny, one of the new Chasers, was the only person who was congratulating Harry. The rest of the team (Ron, Seamus, Dean, Dennis Creevey and Colin Creevey) just got changed and went up to the dormitory without a single word to their victorious Seeker. Ginny tried to start a conversation on the way to the tower.
"So, Harry, are you and Draco really seeing eachother?"
Harry continued down the hallway. "No, we became friends in light of similar circumstances. Who's spreading that rumour anyway?" he added, giving her a quizzical sideways glance.
"Parvati and her twin."
"Figures."
Stopping just short of the Fat Lady's corridor, Ginny stopped and Harry turned around to look at her. She looked down nervously.
"Harry, do you think I could hang out with you and Draco sometime?"
Harry stuttered in surprise," Why?"
"Well, there's a lot of animosity toward you in the tower and I defended you, so now no one talks to me anymore..."
"Why did you defend me?"
"Well," said Ginny,"I asked Ron a while back why the three of you weren't hanging out together anymore. He told me what happened that night, and I blew up on him. I told him off for invading someone's private memories like that knowingly. So now everyone's angry with me."
Harry looked shocked. Someone actually saw his viewpoint besides Draco? She sacrificed her friends for me? He smiled warmly at her and said,"Thanks for doing that, Ginny. I'll make sure to ask Draco about it. I'm sure he'll say yes."
Ginny smiled too. As she was about to step through the portrait, she said,"Thanks, Harry. And don't worry; everything will work out in the end the way it was meant to." And she stepped inside.
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The rest of the weekend slipped by too quick for Harry's liking and soon enough, he found himself outside of his Healing Magic and Potions class. He met up with Draco outside the door and stepped in.
There, where Madam Pomfrey should have sat, was Professor Snape.
"Hello Potter, and you, Malfoy," he said in his cold sneer.
"Professor," they said, nodding their heads in acknowlegment and sat in the front row next to a quiet Hermione and Ron. Harry and Draco glared at the two, and the two returned it.
Snape watched in amusement. 'Perhaps Draco's making a positive influence on Potter,' he thought. When the rest of the class had arrived and were sitting quietly, Snape began.
"Now, as this is a Healing Magic AND Potions class and Madam Pomfrey had an urgent matter to deal with in the greenhouses, I was called to substitute for this class. Today, we will be covering the Revealing Potion. This potion, when made properly, will deactivate Concealing Charms and Potions, along with Polyjuice and other select disguising magic. In healing, it is useful as you can find out complications the person may be hiding. You will be allowed to pick your own partners for this potion and at the end of class, one partner will be testing it. The effects of the potion will last until 3 months from now when any disguising magic can be redone." Tapping the board with his wand, a list of ingredients and instructions appeared. "Now, begin."
Draco and Harry partnered up. Harry grabbed the ingredients while Draco set up the cauldron. The lesson dragged on, and they only conversed with ten mintues left.
"Draco," started Harry, adding the last ingredient, scales of a Norwegian Ridgeback, to the cauldron.
"Yes?" said Draco, checking that the potion had turned the shade of a crimson red.
"I'll take the potion."
At this, Draco dropped his book, which landed with a loud thump on the floor. After grabbing it, he murmured quickly in Harry's ear. "But you know what will happen! You know how this potion works to reveal the hidden! You know you will feel everything that happened to you as though it were happening all over again!" Harry looked at Draco, who's eyes were panicky and anxious.
"I know," muttered Harry, a dead look coming over his own eyes. "But I won't allow you to drink it. Everyone here knows what happened to me, however, no one knows about you. I don't believe anyone needs to know what happened to you. I'm used to people talking about me anyway," he finished with a defeated sigh.
"No," said Draco, his voice now only a quickened hush. Only Ron and Hermione, who were working right next to them, could hear this interesting conversation. "What if people find out about you? You know it's possible. If only they look the right way, and your eye-"
"All right everyone!"announced Snape. "Ladel some of your potion into the provided goblets and the person who will be testing it come to the front of the room. Quickly now!"
Draco couldn't get a word in edgewise. Before he knew it, Harry had scooped the bloodlike potion into the goblet and got in line next to Hermione. She looked shocked that he was going to reveal himself.
Snape passed down the line, recording the results. The tester would show where something was hidden, take the potion, and it would reveal itself. Many people had pained faces as an old concealed cut was like new cut into their skin, showing the revealed scar.
'The person who invented this potion must have been quite morbid to make them show up like that,' Harry muttered to himself.
Before he knew it, he was the last to go and was looking at Snape.
"Perhaps it would not be wise for you to do this, Potter," said Snape. Many people suddenly realized why Snape was saying that, remembered about the newspaper article 2 months ago, and they all focused hard on Harry. Harry looked at Draco, who was quietly begging to go instead. Harry sighed and shook his head, returning his gaze to Snape.
"Professor, I will go. Just allow me to take off my shirt should I go into shock or something and you need to do CPR."
"What? C-P-R?"
"Nevermind." With that, Harry took off his robe, and shirt, setting them on the ground. If the situation hadn't been so serious, the girls would have giggled at the 'Sexiest Sixth Year' and the lovely view he was providing.
'Yeah, let's see if they'll still call me that after this,' thought Harry viciously.
Harry stood up and without a second thought, tipped his head back and took a gulp.
The goblet fell to the ground, only half- drained. Harry began breathing quickly, shallowly, and clutched to the desk for support. His throat looked as though invisible hands were squeezing it, and he choked, some of the potion coming back up and dribbling down from the corners of his mouth as though it were blood. The hands seemed to let go, but in another instant, Harry was screaming just as the thestral had. The students and Snape watched in horror as a gouge went down Harry's face from his scar and ended at the bottom of his right cheek. His right eye was now milky white and bleeding profusely because whatever had caused it had never stopped from going over the eye in its rampage. Soon afterwards, Harry was on his knees and then on his back, convulsing as wave upon wave of injuries inflicted him, including the word 'FREAK' carved anew into his chest.
After ten minutes, Harry lay on the floor, covered in escaped blood and showing his true appearance to the entire class. Draco, Hermione, and Ron dropped next to him, the rest of the class muttering in a circle around the body. Only Draco, Hermione, and Ron could see what lay just beyond Harry's lips. Just then Madam Pomfrey came thundering in followed by Snape and upon seeing Harry, she said "locomotor mortis" and rested Harry down on a hospital bed nearby. Hermione turned to Draco with a 'you're-going-to-explain-everything-later' look, and Draco, sobbing, just nodded glumly.
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Harry was released the next day and spent the entire morning in the bathroom getting ready. Draco came to collect him in the morning for breakfast and warned him that he was the talk of the school.
"Now Harry, don't get upset," said Draco, stopping on the staircase before the Great Hall," but Hermione may know your secret. You know which one."
Harry said quickly, anger rising," You told her?! I can't believe-"
Draco quickly cut in, so his friend couldn't get angrier. "No, no! I didn't tell her. When Hermione, Ron, and I knelt next to you after what happened, she noticed them. They were showing just under your lips. She's going to try and get information out of me soon, or she'll head straight to the library. I suggest you talk to her this morning."
Harry sighed and rubbed at his now pure white right eye and the scar along his cheek. He'd have to live with his appearance for the next three months.
"I wish Snape told us that the revealed spots would be so irritable... Hey, you think I should get an eye like Moody?"
Draco gave him a 'don't-even-joke-like-that' look, and they continued down the stairs and through the doors to the Great Hall.
Harry could instantly tell that the story of what happened to him had passed through the entire student body and staff and felt like he did 2 months ago after the article. Draco gave him a reassuring pat on the arm, and went off to the Slytherin table. Harry made his face indifferent and began walking between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables to where Hermione and Ron sat. He instantly realized that with his tied back, waist length hair, his black robes swaying behind him, and new face that he was apparently very intimidating. This irked him and he sneered so well at people who flinched away from him that Draco would have been proud.
He came to sit next to Hermione, who looked shocked but not fully surprised at seeing Harry. He turned his good eye on Ron and Hermione and whispered so the blatantly eavesdropping students couldn't hear. "If you want to know, meet me in the archive section of the library today at three. Draco and I will be waiting."
With this, he got a glass of fruit juice, passing up a solid breakfast. He didn't think his body could handle it today. He knew it was just going to be one of those days...
The mail arrived quickly, and Harry found himself the recipient of a large wooden crate delivered by Black Ruby and three other ravens just like him. Before he even opened up the letter, everyone around him was pulling away from the box.
"This crate smells like blood..." said Hermione, stealing a look at Harry, who's eyes were fixed and mouth smiling in an odd way, saw his nostrils flare slightly as though breathing in the scent. She saw his hand tear open the letter and read it, his smile getting ever madder as his one good eye went down the page. When he finished, he opened up the crate lid, looked inside, and put the crate lid back down again.
Everyone was watching him, perfectly still. All of a sudden, he began to laugh. Not just any laugh. He laughed as a mad man would, shaking so violently he had trouble he stumbled as he ran toward the Entrance Hall and out of the building. Draco came over to the Gryffindor table where the crate sat innocently. He picked up the letter first and read, his face getting paler with every line. He handed it to Dumbledore who also read it with Professor McGonagall. When finished, Dumbledore turned to Snape and Snape read it also.
"Did he tell anyone of his plans?" Albus asked quietly.
"No, he didn't. There was nothing on for last night," said Snape, blanching as he set the letter down on the table. The only lines of it Hermione and Ron could see without looking obvious were 'heard about yesterday' , 'wanted some fun' , 'tortured for hours' , and 'hope you like the present' . What scared them most was they saw it was signed 'Lord Voldemort'.
"Well, should we?" asked a faint-looking McGonagall, looking at the crate in disgust.
Without a reply, Dumbledore slowly opened the lid.
Inside sat the heads of Petunia and Vernon Dursley, soaking in their own blood.
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A/N: Sorry for ending on such an odd note, but whatever. I've been planning the package ever since I thought up this story. Why wasn't Dudley's head in there and what is Harry going to tell Hermione in the library? Answers will hopefully be covered next chapter. Remember, reading is good for you,so keep reading my story!
Hooked on crack
Hooked on weed
Hooked on phonics, still can't read. (What I said above about reading somehow reminded me of this saying of my friend's, who oddly enough doesn't smoke anything. )
And don't be mad about the Quidditch match; I don't think I would ever be able to actually write one!
Chapter 12: The Trouble with Revealing Potions
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"And Harry Potter has just caught the snitch, leaving the score 160 to 0 for Gryffindor! Gryffindor wins!" announced an enthusiastic Terry Boot. "Way to go, Harry!"
Harry stepped off his Dark Flame to the ground and followed the Gryffindor team into the locker rooms. Ginny, one of the new Chasers, was the only person who was congratulating Harry. The rest of the team (Ron, Seamus, Dean, Dennis Creevey and Colin Creevey) just got changed and went up to the dormitory without a single word to their victorious Seeker. Ginny tried to start a conversation on the way to the tower.
"So, Harry, are you and Draco really seeing eachother?"
Harry continued down the hallway. "No, we became friends in light of similar circumstances. Who's spreading that rumour anyway?" he added, giving her a quizzical sideways glance.
"Parvati and her twin."
"Figures."
Stopping just short of the Fat Lady's corridor, Ginny stopped and Harry turned around to look at her. She looked down nervously.
"Harry, do you think I could hang out with you and Draco sometime?"
Harry stuttered in surprise," Why?"
"Well, there's a lot of animosity toward you in the tower and I defended you, so now no one talks to me anymore..."
"Why did you defend me?"
"Well," said Ginny,"I asked Ron a while back why the three of you weren't hanging out together anymore. He told me what happened that night, and I blew up on him. I told him off for invading someone's private memories like that knowingly. So now everyone's angry with me."
Harry looked shocked. Someone actually saw his viewpoint besides Draco? She sacrificed her friends for me? He smiled warmly at her and said,"Thanks for doing that, Ginny. I'll make sure to ask Draco about it. I'm sure he'll say yes."
Ginny smiled too. As she was about to step through the portrait, she said,"Thanks, Harry. And don't worry; everything will work out in the end the way it was meant to." And she stepped inside.
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The rest of the weekend slipped by too quick for Harry's liking and soon enough, he found himself outside of his Healing Magic and Potions class. He met up with Draco outside the door and stepped in.
There, where Madam Pomfrey should have sat, was Professor Snape.
"Hello Potter, and you, Malfoy," he said in his cold sneer.
"Professor," they said, nodding their heads in acknowlegment and sat in the front row next to a quiet Hermione and Ron. Harry and Draco glared at the two, and the two returned it.
Snape watched in amusement. 'Perhaps Draco's making a positive influence on Potter,' he thought. When the rest of the class had arrived and were sitting quietly, Snape began.
"Now, as this is a Healing Magic AND Potions class and Madam Pomfrey had an urgent matter to deal with in the greenhouses, I was called to substitute for this class. Today, we will be covering the Revealing Potion. This potion, when made properly, will deactivate Concealing Charms and Potions, along with Polyjuice and other select disguising magic. In healing, it is useful as you can find out complications the person may be hiding. You will be allowed to pick your own partners for this potion and at the end of class, one partner will be testing it. The effects of the potion will last until 3 months from now when any disguising magic can be redone." Tapping the board with his wand, a list of ingredients and instructions appeared. "Now, begin."
Draco and Harry partnered up. Harry grabbed the ingredients while Draco set up the cauldron. The lesson dragged on, and they only conversed with ten mintues left.
"Draco," started Harry, adding the last ingredient, scales of a Norwegian Ridgeback, to the cauldron.
"Yes?" said Draco, checking that the potion had turned the shade of a crimson red.
"I'll take the potion."
At this, Draco dropped his book, which landed with a loud thump on the floor. After grabbing it, he murmured quickly in Harry's ear. "But you know what will happen! You know how this potion works to reveal the hidden! You know you will feel everything that happened to you as though it were happening all over again!" Harry looked at Draco, who's eyes were panicky and anxious.
"I know," muttered Harry, a dead look coming over his own eyes. "But I won't allow you to drink it. Everyone here knows what happened to me, however, no one knows about you. I don't believe anyone needs to know what happened to you. I'm used to people talking about me anyway," he finished with a defeated sigh.
"No," said Draco, his voice now only a quickened hush. Only Ron and Hermione, who were working right next to them, could hear this interesting conversation. "What if people find out about you? You know it's possible. If only they look the right way, and your eye-"
"All right everyone!"announced Snape. "Ladel some of your potion into the provided goblets and the person who will be testing it come to the front of the room. Quickly now!"
Draco couldn't get a word in edgewise. Before he knew it, Harry had scooped the bloodlike potion into the goblet and got in line next to Hermione. She looked shocked that he was going to reveal himself.
Snape passed down the line, recording the results. The tester would show where something was hidden, take the potion, and it would reveal itself. Many people had pained faces as an old concealed cut was like new cut into their skin, showing the revealed scar.
'The person who invented this potion must have been quite morbid to make them show up like that,' Harry muttered to himself.
Before he knew it, he was the last to go and was looking at Snape.
"Perhaps it would not be wise for you to do this, Potter," said Snape. Many people suddenly realized why Snape was saying that, remembered about the newspaper article 2 months ago, and they all focused hard on Harry. Harry looked at Draco, who was quietly begging to go instead. Harry sighed and shook his head, returning his gaze to Snape.
"Professor, I will go. Just allow me to take off my shirt should I go into shock or something and you need to do CPR."
"What? C-P-R?"
"Nevermind." With that, Harry took off his robe, and shirt, setting them on the ground. If the situation hadn't been so serious, the girls would have giggled at the 'Sexiest Sixth Year' and the lovely view he was providing.
'Yeah, let's see if they'll still call me that after this,' thought Harry viciously.
Harry stood up and without a second thought, tipped his head back and took a gulp.
The goblet fell to the ground, only half- drained. Harry began breathing quickly, shallowly, and clutched to the desk for support. His throat looked as though invisible hands were squeezing it, and he choked, some of the potion coming back up and dribbling down from the corners of his mouth as though it were blood. The hands seemed to let go, but in another instant, Harry was screaming just as the thestral had. The students and Snape watched in horror as a gouge went down Harry's face from his scar and ended at the bottom of his right cheek. His right eye was now milky white and bleeding profusely because whatever had caused it had never stopped from going over the eye in its rampage. Soon afterwards, Harry was on his knees and then on his back, convulsing as wave upon wave of injuries inflicted him, including the word 'FREAK' carved anew into his chest.
After ten minutes, Harry lay on the floor, covered in escaped blood and showing his true appearance to the entire class. Draco, Hermione, and Ron dropped next to him, the rest of the class muttering in a circle around the body. Only Draco, Hermione, and Ron could see what lay just beyond Harry's lips. Just then Madam Pomfrey came thundering in followed by Snape and upon seeing Harry, she said "locomotor mortis" and rested Harry down on a hospital bed nearby. Hermione turned to Draco with a 'you're-going-to-explain-everything-later' look, and Draco, sobbing, just nodded glumly.
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Harry was released the next day and spent the entire morning in the bathroom getting ready. Draco came to collect him in the morning for breakfast and warned him that he was the talk of the school.
"Now Harry, don't get upset," said Draco, stopping on the staircase before the Great Hall," but Hermione may know your secret. You know which one."
Harry said quickly, anger rising," You told her?! I can't believe-"
Draco quickly cut in, so his friend couldn't get angrier. "No, no! I didn't tell her. When Hermione, Ron, and I knelt next to you after what happened, she noticed them. They were showing just under your lips. She's going to try and get information out of me soon, or she'll head straight to the library. I suggest you talk to her this morning."
Harry sighed and rubbed at his now pure white right eye and the scar along his cheek. He'd have to live with his appearance for the next three months.
"I wish Snape told us that the revealed spots would be so irritable... Hey, you think I should get an eye like Moody?"
Draco gave him a 'don't-even-joke-like-that' look, and they continued down the stairs and through the doors to the Great Hall.
Harry could instantly tell that the story of what happened to him had passed through the entire student body and staff and felt like he did 2 months ago after the article. Draco gave him a reassuring pat on the arm, and went off to the Slytherin table. Harry made his face indifferent and began walking between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables to where Hermione and Ron sat. He instantly realized that with his tied back, waist length hair, his black robes swaying behind him, and new face that he was apparently very intimidating. This irked him and he sneered so well at people who flinched away from him that Draco would have been proud.
He came to sit next to Hermione, who looked shocked but not fully surprised at seeing Harry. He turned his good eye on Ron and Hermione and whispered so the blatantly eavesdropping students couldn't hear. "If you want to know, meet me in the archive section of the library today at three. Draco and I will be waiting."
With this, he got a glass of fruit juice, passing up a solid breakfast. He didn't think his body could handle it today. He knew it was just going to be one of those days...
The mail arrived quickly, and Harry found himself the recipient of a large wooden crate delivered by Black Ruby and three other ravens just like him. Before he even opened up the letter, everyone around him was pulling away from the box.
"This crate smells like blood..." said Hermione, stealing a look at Harry, who's eyes were fixed and mouth smiling in an odd way, saw his nostrils flare slightly as though breathing in the scent. She saw his hand tear open the letter and read it, his smile getting ever madder as his one good eye went down the page. When he finished, he opened up the crate lid, looked inside, and put the crate lid back down again.
Everyone was watching him, perfectly still. All of a sudden, he began to laugh. Not just any laugh. He laughed as a mad man would, shaking so violently he had trouble he stumbled as he ran toward the Entrance Hall and out of the building. Draco came over to the Gryffindor table where the crate sat innocently. He picked up the letter first and read, his face getting paler with every line. He handed it to Dumbledore who also read it with Professor McGonagall. When finished, Dumbledore turned to Snape and Snape read it also.
"Did he tell anyone of his plans?" Albus asked quietly.
"No, he didn't. There was nothing on for last night," said Snape, blanching as he set the letter down on the table. The only lines of it Hermione and Ron could see without looking obvious were 'heard about yesterday' , 'wanted some fun' , 'tortured for hours' , and 'hope you like the present' . What scared them most was they saw it was signed 'Lord Voldemort'.
"Well, should we?" asked a faint-looking McGonagall, looking at the crate in disgust.
Without a reply, Dumbledore slowly opened the lid.
Inside sat the heads of Petunia and Vernon Dursley, soaking in their own blood.
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A/N: Sorry for ending on such an odd note, but whatever. I've been planning the package ever since I thought up this story. Why wasn't Dudley's head in there and what is Harry going to tell Hermione in the library? Answers will hopefully be covered next chapter. Remember, reading is good for you,so keep reading my story!
Hooked on crack
Hooked on weed
Hooked on phonics, still can't read. (What I said above about reading somehow reminded me of this saying of my friend's, who oddly enough doesn't smoke anything. )