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Chapter Two-Revenge
While Madam Pomfrey was checking Ron over in the hospital wing, Hermione and I waited out side.
"Okay. What is your plan?" Hermione asked.
"Why don't we set Malfoy up somehow?" I suggested.
"Sure. But what could he do to get into that much trouble?" Hermione continued.
Professor Dumbledore was called and he was inside talking to Ron and Malfoy about what happened.
"How about making him confess that it was him that started the fight?" I suggested grinning.
"That would be great," Hermione said. "But how would we get him to confess? He won't arbitrarily do it."
"That's where you come in. Do you have an idea?" I said.
Hermione frowned.
"We could use the Polyjuice Potion again as Crabbe and Goyle and talk to him that way,"
"That stuff tasted like a wet sock," I said, frowning. "Is there another way?"
Hermione sighed.
"Well there is the Armania Potion,"
"What's that?" I asked.
"It would allow us to talk to Malfoy freely without him recognizing us. He'll think we're Crabbe and Goyle, but meanwhile, we're still ourselves,"
"That sounds like a good plan," I said, happily. "How long will it take to make?"
"About a week," Hermione replied.
Just then, the door to the hospital wing opened and Ron, Malfoy and Professor Dumbledore emerged.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked Ron worriedly.
"Fine," Ron muttered throwing Malfoy a withering glare, but Malfoy didn't seem to see him.
"Ron has just informed me that Malfoy was the one who started the fight," Professor Dumbledore said, sternly.
For a moment, it felt like we weren't going to need the Armania Potion.
Malfoy grumbled something, but Hermione and I nodded.
"Is it true, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
"No. Weasley did it," Malfoy muttered.
"No sir. Malfoy started the whole thing," Hermione replied.
Professor Dumbledore's eyes moved onto me.
"What did you see, Mr. Potter?"
I cringed. Professor Dumbledore always called me Harry. I hoped whatever happened there was a way to reverse it.
Malfoy was glaring at me.
But I decided that it was time to stand up to Malfoy. I didn't care if I got booted out of Slytherin because I stood up for Ron and Hermione.
"Malfoy did start it, sir," I replied quietly.
Malfoy looked like he was going to kill me.
"Very well. I shall be speaking to Professor Marris about this. Follow me," Professor Dumbledore said to Malfoy. He and the Professor began walking down the corridor, all the while Malfoy was throwing me malicious glares.
"That was really nice of you to stand up to Malfoy like that and to stand up for us," Hermione said, softly.
I noticed her tone wasn't as sharp and harsh as it had been.
"Yeah, well, I'm probably booted out of Slytherin for doing this though," I muttered.
"That's okay. You can stay with us," Ron suggested.
"How? I've got the Slytherin uniform," I asked, glancing down at the gray vest with the silver and green stitching around the neckline and the Slytherin patch on my robe.
"I'm sure there's a spare Gryffindor uniform somewhere," Hermione said cheerily. "Let's go find one."
Hermione began leading us up to the Gryffindor common room. I missed how it looked and I felt glad to be back in it.
I spied Neville, Dean and Seamus sitting around the fire talking. They looked up and Dean stood up when he spied me.
"Why is there a Slytherin in the Gryffindor common room?" he demanded angrily.
"It's okay! He's not like them!" Hermione protested.
"Yeah! He just incriminated Malfoy!" Ron added.
Dean's angry expression faltered slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Ron began explaining what happened.
Dean looked at me when Ron was done explaining.
"Thanks. That was really nice of you," Dean replied.
I nodded.
"We need a spare Gryffindor uniform. Do you know where we could get one?" Hermione asked.
Dean frowned. "Well, my mom always has me take two uniforms to school as a change. I have an extra one that should fit him,"
"Great. Thanks," Hermione said.
Dean went to the boys' dorm and came back with the Gryffindor uniform. It was the same as the Slytherins but it had maroon and gold stitching along the neckline and the robe had the maroon and gold patch on it.
"We were just about to go to Potions. You can change in here," Dean said as he and Seamus got up left the common room. Hermione left too while Ron stayed behind while I changed.
Once I had the Gryffindor uniform on, I felt even better and more like myself. For a moment, I was able to forget that Ron and Hermione still had no idea who I really was.
That was still bothering me deeply.
"Let's head down to Potions," Ron suggested.
Ron and I headed down to the dungeons. It was extremely weird not having Professor Snape there teaching, but I didn't know how Professor Marris was. I sat with Ron and Hermione on the Gryffindor side. The Slytherins were all glaring at me like I was a traitor. I didn't care.
The Gryffindors were wary of me because they knew I was originally in Slytherin.
"Okay class. Today, we're learning the Armania Potion," Professor Marris said, brightly.
The boys were all drooling over themselves and they were sitting with rapt attention. The girls were looking at the boys disgustedly.
I had to admit Professor Marris was pretty. She had this angelic voice and way about her.
"Please copy down these ingredients and add them to your potions exactly like they are written," Professor Marris said, sweetly.
"All this sweetness is making me sick," Ron muttered pretending to gag.
Hermione snorted.
"Miss Granger? Is everything okay?" Professor Marris asked, brightly.
"Everything's fine," Hermione mumbled.
"Good. I didn't want to ask you to stay after class and do 400 lines of 'I will not lash out in class'," Professor Marris said, grinning cheerily.
I looked at Hermione and Ron surprised.
I could tell they were just as surprised by her reply as I was. Okay, Professor Snape usually gave us 50 lines…never more than that!
We returned to our potions.
My potion came out not so okay. I missed the Erlaret skin. It was like a small lizard.
I figured Professor Marris would come over and make me do 400 lines. I waited for her to tell me to remain after class. Ron's wasn't right either. Hermione's was though.
To my surprise, Professor Marris just glanced at my potion and went right to Ron's and Hermione's without saying a word.
"Mr. Weasley. Please remain after class," Professor Marris said.
The Slytherins were snickering. Ron's bottom jaw dropped.
Professor Marris went back to checking potions.
"How'd that happen? My potion was all wrong too!" I whispered to Ron.
"I don't know," Ron grumbled as he irritably put his head on the table.
Even Hermione was stunned. I knew she picked up on what happened.
The bell rang. Hermione and I gathered our stuff.
"We'll meet you in the common room, okay?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Sure," Ron muttered.
Hermione and I began walking out of the dungeon. As we were passing by the Slytherins, someone stuck their foot out, tripping me.
I ended up bumping into Hermione, causing her to fall backward. I landed on top of her.
The Slytherins were laughing their heads off.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," Hermione said.
I let her up. I gathered our things again and continued walking to the Gryffindor common room.
"What jerks," Hermione muttered.
I looked at her in surprise.
I've never heard her talk like that. She seemed completely different. I decided to try and tell her what happened. Maybe she knew a reasonable explanation.
We hit the common room. Hermione and I sat down in front of the fireplace.
"Hermione? Can I talk to you?" I asked.
She looked up. "Sure,"
"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. "I know this might sound totally weird, but it's the truth."
Hermione waited patiently. She had been reading a book, but she closed it and looked at me with rapt attention.
"Remember the day I sat with you at the Gryffindor table and I was wearing the Slytherin colors before you trusted me?"
She nodded.
"Well, something weird happened. You see, you and Ron were my best friends. We had a potions teacher named Snape. I was in Gryffindor the whole time. During our first year, I stopped Voldemort. Then, in out second year, Ron's sister, Voldemort was using Ginny via a diary. Our third year my godfather Sirius came back and we almost captured Wormtail. Our fourth, I was set up in the Tri-wizard Tournament by our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody. We were in Potions class and Professor Snape was starting with us again. I said some things and everything changed…literally," I said, hoping she believed me.
Of course, I knew she wouldn't. Why should she? Technically, I'm still a Slytherin. She knows me as that and only that yet.
Hermione's hand was shaking.
"How do you know Ron has a sister named Ginny?" she asked slowly.
"Because we're best friends. Your parents are dentists and Muggles. Ron also has brothers: Charlie, Bill, Fred and George. His father works at the Ministry of Magic," I replied.
Hermione looked a little scared.
"How do you know all of that?" she repeated.
"If we were best friends how would I know that?" I replied.
Hermione nodded, but still looked a little unconvinced.
"Trust me…I would never hurt you or Ron or anyone here," I prompted softly.
Hermione nodded again, looking a little more convinced.
"What are you saying though? That some words you said changed everything?" she asked, tilting her head.
I nodded.
"What words were they and where did you say them?"
Just as I was about to reply, the common room entrance opened and Ron came in looking disgruntled and annoyed.
"Ron, what happened?" I asked.
"That teacher is a menace! She wanted 400 lines of "I will make sure I add the right ingredients in my potion next time." She's off her bloody rocker!" Ron cried.
I started to miss Professor Snape.
Ron looked from Hermione to me.
"What's up?" Ron asked.
"He knows about our families," Hermione said.
Ron looked alarmed.
I began explaining everything once again to him.
"Blimey," Ron said, looking at Hermione with wide-eyes.
"I believe him," Hermione said, looking at me.
I felt my heart lift and I felt warm affection toward her. Leave it to good ol' Hermione to trust people.
"Hermione, he's really a Slytherin. How do we know he's not a spy?" Ron asked her.
"Because if he was, he wouldn't be so keen on helping us when Malfoy bothered us, would he?" Hermione replied back.
"It could just be a trick," Ron hissed.
"No tricks," I said, shaking my head. "I assure you. I don't like the Slytherins or Malfoy one bit."
Ron studied me closely.
"What's my father's name?"
"Arthur," I replied.
"My mum?"
"Molly,"
Ron threw his hands up.
"Ron, he's right! How else would he know about your parents names?" Hermione cried.
"He could've gotten it from Lucius," Ron growled.
I shook my head once again.
"Absolutely not. I've spent time at the Burrow, remember?"
Ron frowned.
"You've never spent any time at my home and how did you know it was called 'The Burrow'?" he replied slowly.
"I told you…you and Hermione are best friends with me," I repeated patiently.
"I don't believe you. I mean, you can stay here in Gryffindor, but just stay away from me and Hermione," Ron said.
"Ron!" Hermione said reprimandingly. "Please don't speak for me. I believe him. Plus, if he wanted to hurt us he wouldn't done so already. Remember? He stuck up for us with Malfoy and got kicked out of his own house. I don't think a spy would be so willing do to do that so easily."
Ron just muttered and excused himself. He was heading down to the Great Hall for dinner.
Hermione stood in front of me.
"Don't worry. He'll come around. I believe you," she said, smiling.
I smiled at her back.
It was nice to have her on my side. We left the common room and began walking down to the Great Hall.
"So, if we were best friends, were we like…boyfriend/girlfriend?" Hermione asked.
"No," I said, softly feeling my cheeks flushing with color. "But we really trusted each other and we were just really really closed."
"Oh," Hermione said.
I caught what I thought was disappointment in her voice.
"I see,"
We entered the Great Hall. Just as I entered, someone lashed out and caught me in the throat. I fell backward. I heard Hermione screaming. I propped myself up on my elbows.
Malfoy was standing over me holding his wand at my chest. Crabbe and Goyle were holding onto Hermione's arms behind her back. Oddly, there wasn't a soul in the Great Hall.
Where is everyone?. I thought.
"You're going to pay for leaving us, Potter," Malfoy smirked.
