Heheh. This is Chappie no. 7. Due to the number of complaints that Miss Sue
would not be dying in this story, I may just decide to kill her sometime.
Honourable mentions:
Goat woman: I love Mary Sues. Don't knock them. Don't bag me either. (Heheh, thanks for reviewing, I hardly get ANY anymore! I only got 4 for chapter 6!)
Silvrei: I don't get it. Call me a Mary-Sue creating bimbo, but I don't see how Woods can be a pun.
Wiccan PussyKat: Those outfits were for the Halloween Ball, the others were for the Christmas ones. I think I may just have her come back to life. Dumbledore is not an evil villain. SO THERE.
JuicyJuice: cyber-burritos! HOORAY! I can give them to Hogwarts!
LJFan: Only one out of three this time, Hermione! Ron and Harry don't have a duel this chapter, I am crap at writing snogging or any other 'intimacy' scenes, (which is good, the thought of Mary-Sue like that is terrible) so I won't be writing them, but there was a burrito shortage! You psychic bitch you!
Oh, and can I just say that in no way does this fiction stop anyone else from writing a Mary Sue. I love Mary Sues, and if you write one, please e- mail me at funkie_chick87@hotmail.com and tell me. I won't flame you, though I may use some lines in my story, but I will reference back to you. Don't worry about a thing, budding Sue writers.
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A week had passed since Summer had moved to Gryffindor, and there was still bitterness about it at the Slytherin table, Angel wasn't being bitter to Summer, but she wasn't talking to her all the same, unless Summer asked a question. Summer had scored a place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Chaser, and also captain. Her first match playing for Gryffindor was against Hufflepuff, and since everyone told her that Hufflepuff were all stupid, she wasn't too worried about it. * Just remember the burrito. * She thought whenever she was nervy. * Does the burrito worry? Does the burrito feel responsibility? No. The burrito sits there on your plate, taking everything as it comes, calm as a taco, or maybe an enchilada. Remember the burrito. *
At breakfast the next day, She sat between Harry and someone she didn't know, but the frizzy-haired girl (she had changed her hair back to normal) kept giving her dark looks, though the red headed boy kept looking at her like he had to keep checking she was actually there.
"Oh, stop it Ron, she's not going to disappear if you take your eyes off her" the frizzy haired girl said irritably, putting jam on her bagel. (What the hell is a bagel anyway?) The redhead called Ron turned scarlet and looked at the burrito on his plate as if it had insulted him.
"Oh, shutup, Hermione, you're just jealous because not everyone's paying attention to you." Ron said, getting a glare from this 'Hermione' character.
"I am so not jealous!"
"Yes you are!"
"No!
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
This carried on for around half an hour; until Summer stood up to get her broom.
"Ah, running away, are we?" Hermione said viciously, through a mouthful of burrito.
"No . . . I was just going to get my broom . . ." Summer said uncertainly.
"Oh . . . right . . ."
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In the Quidditch match, Summer thrashed Hufflepuff 210-40, and Summer felt like she owed all her success to the magic of the burrito.
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Two weeks later, the Gryffindors were winning the Quidditch cup, and with the loss of the greatest Chaser in the school, Slytherin were coming last. This had Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff making snide comments towards the Slytherin table at mealtime. Speaking of mealtime, Summer and Harry were making conversation halfway through their burritos for dinner.
"So . . . that night at the Halloween ball, is Voldemort really your father?" Harry said. Summer nodded, looking down at her burritos. "Wow . . . I would never have taken you for a relative of Voldemort. You look so . . . different."
"I'm a metamorphmagus, Harry. That's how I change my hair and eyes for balls and stuff."
"Oh. I thought you were just putting spells on yourself." Harry said.
"Do you know how damaging spells are on your hair?"
"Obviously not . . ."
Dumbledore stood up. "I have a very serious announcement to make. As you all know, we eat burritos. A lot of burritos. Unfortunately, as we have added burritos to the breakfast menu, there has been a wild burrito-eating frenzy around here. As you know, burrito tortillas are the only foods that we can't conjure up, and that house-elves can't make, and so we must buy them from muggle Mexican foodstuffs stores. But, as I said, we have a frenzy of said burritos. We have run out of said burrito tortillas. And so, said burritos will not be on the proverbial table until a week after said Easter ball." A huge communal sigh went up from the entire hall. Summer, as well as Trelawney and Hagrid, looked horrified. You could feel the general shock-horror in the room. Nobody spoke. Well, nobody spoke until Voldemort appeared next to Dumbledore in a wave of silver dust. He glided over to the Slytherin table, and, upon spotting Angel, raised his wand, shouted "AVADA KEDAVRA!" and disappeared in the same wave of silver dust. Everyone was so shocked. Mainly because of the burrito shortage, but partly because a student had just been murdered by Voldemort. Summer was extremely shocked. *How could my father murder my best friend? Well, I don't even know if we're friends anymore . . . but besides, we're out of burritos! * Oh, the burritos.
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Summer, Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room, talking. (T/A/N: Miss Sue generally replaces Hermione. That's all I'm saying, because I am depressed at said burrito shortage.) Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and McGonnagall walked in. (T/A/N: I don't know how to spell McGonnagall.)
"Miss Woods? Dumbledore would like to see you in his office, please." Summer followed her out of the portrait hole, walking up to the stone gargoyle when McGonnagall turned off at her office.
"Pepper Imps." She said subconsciously, and to her surprise, the Gargoyle jumped aside. She walked up the stairs, and knocked on the Griffin doorknocker. The door swung open and she walked inside.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Summer, I have been doing some thinking since dinner tonight, what with Voldemort, and I have decided that there is only one way to kill him for good. I thought it impossible, as he had no known relatives. But now you have come to Hogwarts, I feel there is a possibility."
"A possibility for what, sir?"
"There is a potion, Summer, an immensely complex potion, involving blood of said Voldemort or a member of his immediate family. It will destroy him, but these are the details, as well as some theory of the potion. Professor Snape had mentioned what an admirable potions maker you are. I know you are close to Voldemort, but please consider this." Dumbledore said, holding out a roll of parchment.
"I don't know . . . he is my father." She said defiantly.
"Summer? I didn't mention this before, but Voldemort stole our remaining burrito tortillas."
"I'll do it."
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The next few days, Summer was reading up on the potion, stopping only to buy her outfit for the Easter ball, a pastel blue mini skirt (with puffball tail) and t-shirt, complete with bunny ears and a basket of painted eggs, as she was going as the Easter Bunny. (T/A/N: AAAAAAARGH!) She re-read the parchment one last time, making sure she knew everything.
Orlimae Potions
Potion 1: The maker's potion
Cauldron needs to be quarter-filled with water blessed by Merpeople
Ingredients:
Three unicorn tail hairs
Two strands of the potion maker's hair
Six vials of the potion maker's blood
Two white caterpillars
Two peach coloured roses
Two pinches of powdered unicorn horn
Three drops of squid ink (white)
Twenty-three sets of ladybird wings
Method:
Keep in mind that you must concentrate on the person these potions will be used against at all stages of adding ingredients, but not while leaving the potion to simmer.
Bring the cauldron of water to the boil. Add the unicorn tail hairs and powdered horn. Pluck the petals from the roses and put the buds aside. Tear each petal in half and put into the cauldron. Put in ten sets of ladybird wings, and then leave to simmer for a week, a day, and an hour. Chop the caterpillars, and put the pieces into the cauldron, throwing away the heads. Add the rose buds. Add twelve more sets of ladybird wings. Add the white squid ink, stir three times with the left hand, in an anticlockwise direction. Leave to simmer for thirty seconds. Add the last set of ladybird wings.
Potion 2: The victim's potion
Ingredients
Two werewolf teeth
Twelve vials of the potion victim's (or a member of their immediate family's) blood
A centaurs arrow
Three feathers from the neck of a hippogriff
Venom from a cobra
The eye of a fly
Venom from a tarantula
Two vials of unicorn's blood
The tongue of a vampire
Method:
When brewing this potion, concentrate on yourself, as you are the only person that can use any of the two potions, as long as you brew them yourself.
Pour the human and unicorn blood into the cauldron, stirring clockwise with a long silver rod. Put two of the feathers into the cauldron, stirring until they are dissolved. Use the other feather to wave the air above the cauldron, picturing all good in the world leaving the cauldron. Grind the fly's eye along with the head of the centaur's arrow, using a pestle and mortar. Drop the two werewolf teeth at opposite ends of the cauldron, dropping the tongue in the centre. Mix the cobra and spider venom in the bowl used to grind the eye and the arrowhead, stir it with the extra hippogriff feather. As you drop the last feather in with the venom, envision the victim coming to demise.
Summer, this is Dumbledore. What you have to do is brew potion 1, then drink it at least three hours before you need to kill Voldemort. Then, brew potion 2, and dip a dagger into it up to the hilt. Then you must keep it in a silver case, until the time comes to use it. Then, after you have used it, you must keep it in the silver case under your bed for twenty-one days, then you must bury it under the whomping willow. Oh, for the potions, you need to collect all the ingredients yourself, as well as brewing it yourself. I don't think this is a worry, Professor Snape has told me about your gift in Potion making. And the other teachers have told me about your gift in their classes. Strange.
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Summer started looking for the ingredients straight away. She got the ingredients all right, but was stuck when it came to the werewolf teeth and the vampire's tongue. She went up to Dumbledore's office to see him talking seriously to a man Summer didn't know.
"Hello Summer. This is Remus Lupin. Remus, this is Summer Woods, who is brewing the potion. Summer, did you know tonight is the full moon?" Dumbledore said. Summer shook her head.
"What does that have to do with anything, Professor?" Summer asked, looking inquisitive.
"You need werewolf teeth for the potion, Summer. People that have been bitten by werewolves turn into werewolves in the full moon. It would be a perfect night to get the teeth."
"Yeah, I'll just go off to the werewolf store and borrow one . . ."
"No need, Summer. Remus is a werewolf."
Summer gaped for a few seconds.
"But, how, but I have to get the ingredients!"
"Yes, Summer. We have talked about it, and we agree that the best way to get the teeth is to shackle Remus to the floor by his ankles, wrists, and neck. You are to extract the teeth."
"But that's disgusting!" Summer said.
"Summer, Voldemort stole the tortillas. That is what is truly disgusting, how a man could steal the thing that makes a burrito a burrito." Lupin said.
"Ok. I guess some things are unforgivable." Summer said. "But can't we just give him the Wolfsbane potion? Then you wouldn't have to shackle him."
"Summer, if he drinks the potion, he will transform into a wolf, not a werewolf. We need those teeth. If we don't kill Voldemort now, he may just steal all the tortillas in the world."
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That night, Summer steeled herself for what she was going to do. She watched horror movies, to see plenty worse things. But the sad thing was, most really gruesome movies were really old, so the blood just looked like tomato sauce. She walked up to Dumbledore's office, where he had already shackled Lupin to the ground. He put an extra one over his forehead, so he couldn't raise his head to bite anyone.
"Ok Summer. I will transform in a few minutes. Dumbledore will keep my mouth open with these -" He indicated a pair of strange pliers "- and you can take the teeth out with these." He indicated even stranger pliers.
A few minutes later, it happened. Lupin arched his back as his bones snapped and reformed, moulding to the wolf's frame. He bared his (still human) teeth as his fingers shortened and claws pierced his knuckles, coming out to scratch at the wooden floor. His teeth were still bared as they turned long and pointy, and he began sprouting fur. A few seconds later, he was unrecognisable. He opened his eyes, and Summer saw that they were still human-like. Dumbledore sprang forward, and opened the strange pliers in his mouth, keeping it open.
"Sir? Why can't you use magic for that?"
"It is not dark magic. Only dark objects can be used in the second potion, and if I use ordinary magic, it will weaken the potion."
"Ok. Do I have to pull his teeth now?"
"Yes. Get those ones up the front there, the long ones. They will be most powerful."
"But . . . he hasn't had an anaesthetic or anything. It'll really hurt, sir."
"Like I said, it will weaken the potion if I use ordinary magic. Since Remus does not wish to have Dark potions injected into him, he has requested no anaesthetic."
"Oh. My. God. That is so awful. I can't do it, Professor."
"Summer, remember the tortillas!"
Summer remembered. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the pliers over the long front tooth. With a sickening squelch, she pulled. Lupin howled, growled, and tried to snap and bare his teeth, but as his mouth was held open, he could do no such thing. Dumbledore put cotton wool over the gum to stem the blood flow, while Summer dry-retched, facing the wall.
"That's good, Summer. One more, and then that's it."
Summer turned back around, looking sick. She closed the pliers over the other tooth, Lupin, knowing what was coming, tried to bite her, but finding he couldn't, tried to release his paws from the shackles. He failed this too, so he lay still, eyeing the pliers suspiciously. Summer tried to pull the tooth, but it wouldn't come. She pulled harder, but it only gave a little. She covered her mouth, closed her eyes, breathed, and opened them. With a yell, she pulled as hard as she could. It came out about halfway.
"Oh my God . . . Professor, why isn't it working?"
"It is natural for a werewolf which has undergone severe trauma, to bring out it's last defence. It will generally stop the blood flow, the muscle working, and the oxygen intake."
"It kills itself?"
"No, it stays alive, but pretty much stops any further trauma happening to the werewolf. This is why you are finding the tooth hard to pull. Just keep going, and you'll get it."
"Easy for you to say, you're not CAUSING an animal severe trauma!" She said with a raised voice, tearing the tooth away from the gums. She screamed as she saw part of the gum attached to the tooth. Still screaming, she dropped the pliers along with the tooth on the ground, and ran out of the room, but not before Lupin tore one shackle from the ground and gouged a deep scratch on her arm.
"That went well," Dumbledore said, sitting on a chair next to his thrashing friend. "Actually, I'd consider it a success if it weren't for the fact you probably broke many important blood vessels in my students arm."
Lupin looked guilty, or maybe it was just a pained grimace, you never can tell with werewolves, so Dumbledore sat at his desk and ate a burrito, waiting for Lupin to transform back.
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Hermione was going to the bathrooms at about 1am that night. *I knew I shouldn't have eaten so many bean burritos* she thought. But as she walked into the bathroom, she heard the sounds of someone crying and being violently sick at the same time. She was disgusted and was about to find another bathroom, when she noticed it was Summer. She hadn't noticed Hermione's enter of the room, and stopped vomiting, getting up to wipe her mouth on a sheet of toilet paper. She turned around, and Hermione was about to scold her for eating something that would make her that sick, but hesitated at the sight of her blotchy red eyes.
"What? About to tell me off for making too much noise? Well to tell the truth, I'm not in the mood." Summer said croakily, walking to the exit. Her hand was on the door when Hermione spoke.
"Wait, Summer, why were you crying and being sick? You're not . . .?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"No, I'm not pregnant. If I tell you why, do you promise not to tell anyone? Only it's about a certain person, and if he found out, it would mean that what I just did would have been a total waste."
Hermione nodded, and Summer came over and sat on the cold stone, motioning for Hermione to do the same.
"There is a potion, Hermione. A potion which can kill Voldemort." She said. Hermione gasped, and Summer continued. "As I am the only blood relative of him, I am the only one who can make the potion. Why I was doing . . . What you saw me doing just then, was because I had to pull the teeth of Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf, and we need two werewolf teeth for the potion."
"But, that's ok, I mean, its not like he wouldn't have had an anaesthetic." Hermione said comfortingly.
"That's just it. Dumbledore says that I can only put dark magic in the potion, so we couldn't give him a normal anaesthetic. We could have given him a dark anaesthetic, but he refused to have something dark injected into him. He requested to have it done without anaesthetic."
Hermione was looking as though she would like to be sick as well. She didn't though, she just put her arm around Summer and they sat there for a while, not saying much.
"Summer . . . If there's anything I can do to help . . ."
"Well, I have to do the potions on my own, but I hear you're great with books and intellectual stuff. You could help me read up on it. It's called the Orlimae Potions."
"Summer . . . that's gotta be in the restricted section . . ."
"Don't worry. I'm sure Dumbledore will give us a note."
"Sounds good. Hey, what's say we go get a burrito? Take the taste out of your mouth."
"No burritos, remember?"
"Oh, yeah . . . we could have tacos, or maybe enchiladas."
"Sounds good to me."
And together they went to the kitchens to get tacos, or maybe enchiladas.
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T/A/N:
Whow! Whicked. My longest chapter ever! I'm floorin' it at the 6th page now! I love this fic. Now, see that little blue-purple button? Don't just close the window to return to MSN Hotmail! Click it! Click it! Oh, and leave a review as well.
Honourable mentions:
Goat woman: I love Mary Sues. Don't knock them. Don't bag me either. (Heheh, thanks for reviewing, I hardly get ANY anymore! I only got 4 for chapter 6!)
Silvrei: I don't get it. Call me a Mary-Sue creating bimbo, but I don't see how Woods can be a pun.
Wiccan PussyKat: Those outfits were for the Halloween Ball, the others were for the Christmas ones. I think I may just have her come back to life. Dumbledore is not an evil villain. SO THERE.
JuicyJuice: cyber-burritos! HOORAY! I can give them to Hogwarts!
LJFan: Only one out of three this time, Hermione! Ron and Harry don't have a duel this chapter, I am crap at writing snogging or any other 'intimacy' scenes, (which is good, the thought of Mary-Sue like that is terrible) so I won't be writing them, but there was a burrito shortage! You psychic bitch you!
Oh, and can I just say that in no way does this fiction stop anyone else from writing a Mary Sue. I love Mary Sues, and if you write one, please e- mail me at funkie_chick87@hotmail.com and tell me. I won't flame you, though I may use some lines in my story, but I will reference back to you. Don't worry about a thing, budding Sue writers.
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A week had passed since Summer had moved to Gryffindor, and there was still bitterness about it at the Slytherin table, Angel wasn't being bitter to Summer, but she wasn't talking to her all the same, unless Summer asked a question. Summer had scored a place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Chaser, and also captain. Her first match playing for Gryffindor was against Hufflepuff, and since everyone told her that Hufflepuff were all stupid, she wasn't too worried about it. * Just remember the burrito. * She thought whenever she was nervy. * Does the burrito worry? Does the burrito feel responsibility? No. The burrito sits there on your plate, taking everything as it comes, calm as a taco, or maybe an enchilada. Remember the burrito. *
At breakfast the next day, She sat between Harry and someone she didn't know, but the frizzy-haired girl (she had changed her hair back to normal) kept giving her dark looks, though the red headed boy kept looking at her like he had to keep checking she was actually there.
"Oh, stop it Ron, she's not going to disappear if you take your eyes off her" the frizzy haired girl said irritably, putting jam on her bagel. (What the hell is a bagel anyway?) The redhead called Ron turned scarlet and looked at the burrito on his plate as if it had insulted him.
"Oh, shutup, Hermione, you're just jealous because not everyone's paying attention to you." Ron said, getting a glare from this 'Hermione' character.
"I am so not jealous!"
"Yes you are!"
"No!
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
This carried on for around half an hour; until Summer stood up to get her broom.
"Ah, running away, are we?" Hermione said viciously, through a mouthful of burrito.
"No . . . I was just going to get my broom . . ." Summer said uncertainly.
"Oh . . . right . . ."
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In the Quidditch match, Summer thrashed Hufflepuff 210-40, and Summer felt like she owed all her success to the magic of the burrito.
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Two weeks later, the Gryffindors were winning the Quidditch cup, and with the loss of the greatest Chaser in the school, Slytherin were coming last. This had Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff making snide comments towards the Slytherin table at mealtime. Speaking of mealtime, Summer and Harry were making conversation halfway through their burritos for dinner.
"So . . . that night at the Halloween ball, is Voldemort really your father?" Harry said. Summer nodded, looking down at her burritos. "Wow . . . I would never have taken you for a relative of Voldemort. You look so . . . different."
"I'm a metamorphmagus, Harry. That's how I change my hair and eyes for balls and stuff."
"Oh. I thought you were just putting spells on yourself." Harry said.
"Do you know how damaging spells are on your hair?"
"Obviously not . . ."
Dumbledore stood up. "I have a very serious announcement to make. As you all know, we eat burritos. A lot of burritos. Unfortunately, as we have added burritos to the breakfast menu, there has been a wild burrito-eating frenzy around here. As you know, burrito tortillas are the only foods that we can't conjure up, and that house-elves can't make, and so we must buy them from muggle Mexican foodstuffs stores. But, as I said, we have a frenzy of said burritos. We have run out of said burrito tortillas. And so, said burritos will not be on the proverbial table until a week after said Easter ball." A huge communal sigh went up from the entire hall. Summer, as well as Trelawney and Hagrid, looked horrified. You could feel the general shock-horror in the room. Nobody spoke. Well, nobody spoke until Voldemort appeared next to Dumbledore in a wave of silver dust. He glided over to the Slytherin table, and, upon spotting Angel, raised his wand, shouted "AVADA KEDAVRA!" and disappeared in the same wave of silver dust. Everyone was so shocked. Mainly because of the burrito shortage, but partly because a student had just been murdered by Voldemort. Summer was extremely shocked. *How could my father murder my best friend? Well, I don't even know if we're friends anymore . . . but besides, we're out of burritos! * Oh, the burritos.
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Summer, Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room, talking. (T/A/N: Miss Sue generally replaces Hermione. That's all I'm saying, because I am depressed at said burrito shortage.) Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and McGonnagall walked in. (T/A/N: I don't know how to spell McGonnagall.)
"Miss Woods? Dumbledore would like to see you in his office, please." Summer followed her out of the portrait hole, walking up to the stone gargoyle when McGonnagall turned off at her office.
"Pepper Imps." She said subconsciously, and to her surprise, the Gargoyle jumped aside. She walked up the stairs, and knocked on the Griffin doorknocker. The door swung open and she walked inside.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Summer, I have been doing some thinking since dinner tonight, what with Voldemort, and I have decided that there is only one way to kill him for good. I thought it impossible, as he had no known relatives. But now you have come to Hogwarts, I feel there is a possibility."
"A possibility for what, sir?"
"There is a potion, Summer, an immensely complex potion, involving blood of said Voldemort or a member of his immediate family. It will destroy him, but these are the details, as well as some theory of the potion. Professor Snape had mentioned what an admirable potions maker you are. I know you are close to Voldemort, but please consider this." Dumbledore said, holding out a roll of parchment.
"I don't know . . . he is my father." She said defiantly.
"Summer? I didn't mention this before, but Voldemort stole our remaining burrito tortillas."
"I'll do it."
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The next few days, Summer was reading up on the potion, stopping only to buy her outfit for the Easter ball, a pastel blue mini skirt (with puffball tail) and t-shirt, complete with bunny ears and a basket of painted eggs, as she was going as the Easter Bunny. (T/A/N: AAAAAAARGH!) She re-read the parchment one last time, making sure she knew everything.
Orlimae Potions
Potion 1: The maker's potion
Cauldron needs to be quarter-filled with water blessed by Merpeople
Ingredients:
Three unicorn tail hairs
Two strands of the potion maker's hair
Six vials of the potion maker's blood
Two white caterpillars
Two peach coloured roses
Two pinches of powdered unicorn horn
Three drops of squid ink (white)
Twenty-three sets of ladybird wings
Method:
Keep in mind that you must concentrate on the person these potions will be used against at all stages of adding ingredients, but not while leaving the potion to simmer.
Bring the cauldron of water to the boil. Add the unicorn tail hairs and powdered horn. Pluck the petals from the roses and put the buds aside. Tear each petal in half and put into the cauldron. Put in ten sets of ladybird wings, and then leave to simmer for a week, a day, and an hour. Chop the caterpillars, and put the pieces into the cauldron, throwing away the heads. Add the rose buds. Add twelve more sets of ladybird wings. Add the white squid ink, stir three times with the left hand, in an anticlockwise direction. Leave to simmer for thirty seconds. Add the last set of ladybird wings.
Potion 2: The victim's potion
Ingredients
Two werewolf teeth
Twelve vials of the potion victim's (or a member of their immediate family's) blood
A centaurs arrow
Three feathers from the neck of a hippogriff
Venom from a cobra
The eye of a fly
Venom from a tarantula
Two vials of unicorn's blood
The tongue of a vampire
Method:
When brewing this potion, concentrate on yourself, as you are the only person that can use any of the two potions, as long as you brew them yourself.
Pour the human and unicorn blood into the cauldron, stirring clockwise with a long silver rod. Put two of the feathers into the cauldron, stirring until they are dissolved. Use the other feather to wave the air above the cauldron, picturing all good in the world leaving the cauldron. Grind the fly's eye along with the head of the centaur's arrow, using a pestle and mortar. Drop the two werewolf teeth at opposite ends of the cauldron, dropping the tongue in the centre. Mix the cobra and spider venom in the bowl used to grind the eye and the arrowhead, stir it with the extra hippogriff feather. As you drop the last feather in with the venom, envision the victim coming to demise.
Summer, this is Dumbledore. What you have to do is brew potion 1, then drink it at least three hours before you need to kill Voldemort. Then, brew potion 2, and dip a dagger into it up to the hilt. Then you must keep it in a silver case, until the time comes to use it. Then, after you have used it, you must keep it in the silver case under your bed for twenty-one days, then you must bury it under the whomping willow. Oh, for the potions, you need to collect all the ingredients yourself, as well as brewing it yourself. I don't think this is a worry, Professor Snape has told me about your gift in Potion making. And the other teachers have told me about your gift in their classes. Strange.
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Summer started looking for the ingredients straight away. She got the ingredients all right, but was stuck when it came to the werewolf teeth and the vampire's tongue. She went up to Dumbledore's office to see him talking seriously to a man Summer didn't know.
"Hello Summer. This is Remus Lupin. Remus, this is Summer Woods, who is brewing the potion. Summer, did you know tonight is the full moon?" Dumbledore said. Summer shook her head.
"What does that have to do with anything, Professor?" Summer asked, looking inquisitive.
"You need werewolf teeth for the potion, Summer. People that have been bitten by werewolves turn into werewolves in the full moon. It would be a perfect night to get the teeth."
"Yeah, I'll just go off to the werewolf store and borrow one . . ."
"No need, Summer. Remus is a werewolf."
Summer gaped for a few seconds.
"But, how, but I have to get the ingredients!"
"Yes, Summer. We have talked about it, and we agree that the best way to get the teeth is to shackle Remus to the floor by his ankles, wrists, and neck. You are to extract the teeth."
"But that's disgusting!" Summer said.
"Summer, Voldemort stole the tortillas. That is what is truly disgusting, how a man could steal the thing that makes a burrito a burrito." Lupin said.
"Ok. I guess some things are unforgivable." Summer said. "But can't we just give him the Wolfsbane potion? Then you wouldn't have to shackle him."
"Summer, if he drinks the potion, he will transform into a wolf, not a werewolf. We need those teeth. If we don't kill Voldemort now, he may just steal all the tortillas in the world."
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That night, Summer steeled herself for what she was going to do. She watched horror movies, to see plenty worse things. But the sad thing was, most really gruesome movies were really old, so the blood just looked like tomato sauce. She walked up to Dumbledore's office, where he had already shackled Lupin to the ground. He put an extra one over his forehead, so he couldn't raise his head to bite anyone.
"Ok Summer. I will transform in a few minutes. Dumbledore will keep my mouth open with these -" He indicated a pair of strange pliers "- and you can take the teeth out with these." He indicated even stranger pliers.
A few minutes later, it happened. Lupin arched his back as his bones snapped and reformed, moulding to the wolf's frame. He bared his (still human) teeth as his fingers shortened and claws pierced his knuckles, coming out to scratch at the wooden floor. His teeth were still bared as they turned long and pointy, and he began sprouting fur. A few seconds later, he was unrecognisable. He opened his eyes, and Summer saw that they were still human-like. Dumbledore sprang forward, and opened the strange pliers in his mouth, keeping it open.
"Sir? Why can't you use magic for that?"
"It is not dark magic. Only dark objects can be used in the second potion, and if I use ordinary magic, it will weaken the potion."
"Ok. Do I have to pull his teeth now?"
"Yes. Get those ones up the front there, the long ones. They will be most powerful."
"But . . . he hasn't had an anaesthetic or anything. It'll really hurt, sir."
"Like I said, it will weaken the potion if I use ordinary magic. Since Remus does not wish to have Dark potions injected into him, he has requested no anaesthetic."
"Oh. My. God. That is so awful. I can't do it, Professor."
"Summer, remember the tortillas!"
Summer remembered. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the pliers over the long front tooth. With a sickening squelch, she pulled. Lupin howled, growled, and tried to snap and bare his teeth, but as his mouth was held open, he could do no such thing. Dumbledore put cotton wool over the gum to stem the blood flow, while Summer dry-retched, facing the wall.
"That's good, Summer. One more, and then that's it."
Summer turned back around, looking sick. She closed the pliers over the other tooth, Lupin, knowing what was coming, tried to bite her, but finding he couldn't, tried to release his paws from the shackles. He failed this too, so he lay still, eyeing the pliers suspiciously. Summer tried to pull the tooth, but it wouldn't come. She pulled harder, but it only gave a little. She covered her mouth, closed her eyes, breathed, and opened them. With a yell, she pulled as hard as she could. It came out about halfway.
"Oh my God . . . Professor, why isn't it working?"
"It is natural for a werewolf which has undergone severe trauma, to bring out it's last defence. It will generally stop the blood flow, the muscle working, and the oxygen intake."
"It kills itself?"
"No, it stays alive, but pretty much stops any further trauma happening to the werewolf. This is why you are finding the tooth hard to pull. Just keep going, and you'll get it."
"Easy for you to say, you're not CAUSING an animal severe trauma!" She said with a raised voice, tearing the tooth away from the gums. She screamed as she saw part of the gum attached to the tooth. Still screaming, she dropped the pliers along with the tooth on the ground, and ran out of the room, but not before Lupin tore one shackle from the ground and gouged a deep scratch on her arm.
"That went well," Dumbledore said, sitting on a chair next to his thrashing friend. "Actually, I'd consider it a success if it weren't for the fact you probably broke many important blood vessels in my students arm."
Lupin looked guilty, or maybe it was just a pained grimace, you never can tell with werewolves, so Dumbledore sat at his desk and ate a burrito, waiting for Lupin to transform back.
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Hermione was going to the bathrooms at about 1am that night. *I knew I shouldn't have eaten so many bean burritos* she thought. But as she walked into the bathroom, she heard the sounds of someone crying and being violently sick at the same time. She was disgusted and was about to find another bathroom, when she noticed it was Summer. She hadn't noticed Hermione's enter of the room, and stopped vomiting, getting up to wipe her mouth on a sheet of toilet paper. She turned around, and Hermione was about to scold her for eating something that would make her that sick, but hesitated at the sight of her blotchy red eyes.
"What? About to tell me off for making too much noise? Well to tell the truth, I'm not in the mood." Summer said croakily, walking to the exit. Her hand was on the door when Hermione spoke.
"Wait, Summer, why were you crying and being sick? You're not . . .?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"No, I'm not pregnant. If I tell you why, do you promise not to tell anyone? Only it's about a certain person, and if he found out, it would mean that what I just did would have been a total waste."
Hermione nodded, and Summer came over and sat on the cold stone, motioning for Hermione to do the same.
"There is a potion, Hermione. A potion which can kill Voldemort." She said. Hermione gasped, and Summer continued. "As I am the only blood relative of him, I am the only one who can make the potion. Why I was doing . . . What you saw me doing just then, was because I had to pull the teeth of Remus Lupin. He's a werewolf, and we need two werewolf teeth for the potion."
"But, that's ok, I mean, its not like he wouldn't have had an anaesthetic." Hermione said comfortingly.
"That's just it. Dumbledore says that I can only put dark magic in the potion, so we couldn't give him a normal anaesthetic. We could have given him a dark anaesthetic, but he refused to have something dark injected into him. He requested to have it done without anaesthetic."
Hermione was looking as though she would like to be sick as well. She didn't though, she just put her arm around Summer and they sat there for a while, not saying much.
"Summer . . . If there's anything I can do to help . . ."
"Well, I have to do the potions on my own, but I hear you're great with books and intellectual stuff. You could help me read up on it. It's called the Orlimae Potions."
"Summer . . . that's gotta be in the restricted section . . ."
"Don't worry. I'm sure Dumbledore will give us a note."
"Sounds good. Hey, what's say we go get a burrito? Take the taste out of your mouth."
"No burritos, remember?"
"Oh, yeah . . . we could have tacos, or maybe enchiladas."
"Sounds good to me."
And together they went to the kitchens to get tacos, or maybe enchiladas.
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T/A/N:
Whow! Whicked. My longest chapter ever! I'm floorin' it at the 6th page now! I love this fic. Now, see that little blue-purple button? Don't just close the window to return to MSN Hotmail! Click it! Click it! Oh, and leave a review as well.