Harry paced about his room; tomorrow it'd be filled with his classmates and
right now he was irritable. Since the other day, he'd met up with nobody
besides his three friends and a grumpy Filch cursing them off for using a
couple of dung bombs on his cat. He'd managed to finish up all his essays
that were due over the summer, but it left him with nothing better to do
than mope along the corridors looking for something to do or someone to
talk with. Hermione finally had enough of it.
"Harry, if you really want to talk to someone, just use your Marauders' Map to find them," She scolded, holding the parchment out towards him. Harry smacked himself in the head, realizing just how stupid he'd been. "So, Dumbledore isn't even on the premises, McGonagall seems to be holding out on us and raiding the kitchens, Filch is of course snarling in his office, Remus is, huh, must be where he's staying for the duration, and Snape/Dad is," He did a double take. "What's he in the Room of Requirements for?"
His curiosity got the better of him as he ran up towards the room wondering what his father needed to be in that room. It was a long ways away from the Gryffindor house and he was panting by the time he got up there. Not wanting to be real obvious, he cooked up a scheme as to why he was up there along the lines of wanting to find out more about what had happened and things he could do about his new werewolf-ism.
The door creaked open; Snape's keen ears ear this right away, but didn't turn. He knew who it was. What he didn't know was why he was here. "Harry, what are you doing here?" "I, umm, remembered this room from last year and I thought it might be useful for, you know..." He mumbled. Severus attempted to use his legilimency skills to see what the boy was really up to. Although, to his surprise he was presented with a cloudy look into Harry's mind and could only partially make out what he wanted. He raised an eye. "I take it from that you've been keeping up with your Occlumency practices," and saw the boy give a swift nod. "Impressive to say the least, not many can break away from my legilimens skill."
Severus smiled to himself as he saw the boy flush with embarrassment of being complimented. Harry positioned himself on a puffy large chair in front of a cauldron. "Umm, sir... Dad? What are you doing up here?"
"Now that sounds more like the reason why you're here," Snape mused, taking the seat next to his son's. "I was looking at the old volumes on werewolves to see if there was anything I could make of them, or if those healer- idiots might have overlooked something when discovering that certain potion." Harry was genuinely surprised to hear this. "You mean you're actually looking for a way to help me?" He asked. His father smiled, which looked foreign on his face, and replied, "We don't really want two werewolves running around the school grounds, now do we?"
He settled back down onto his chair, a large book sitting in his lap and looked back over at his boy, "I'm sorry Harry, I've had more time to adjust than you have. You know, I'd always thought you had this charmed life until Remus told me otherwise. Every summer I thought you were going home to a perfect family where you were loved and spoiled rotten. Never once had I thought Lily's muggle family could be so awful."
Harry suddenly chuckled loudly to Severus's amazement. "To see the look on my Uncle's face when he hears about this. He thought an ex-convict was bad... So have you found anything?" Quickly changing the subject. Snape could tell that Harry was still uncomfortable around him, it didn't surprise him, but somehow he was going to have to change this.
"No, not at the moment. I'm sure something will be in here though. It's not called the Room of Requirement for nothing, now is it? Maybe if I don't find anything right now, you'll find it on your long times of staying in here on the full moon. I don't know rightly. You probably want nothing to do with him right now, but Remus is staying here while you have your first few transformations to help you through it, sin-..."
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Came a high-pitched voice, and the two turned to look. Ron...Ronda stood there looking very angry with her hands on her hips. "You said that this spell would wear off in a few days!"
Snape couldn't hold back a laughter, which annoyed the Ronda even more. "Sorry Weasley," He snorted, pulling out his wand and reversing the spell. "I do hope you gained some intelligence through that at least." Ron huffed and stormed out of the room, miffed at being laughed at.
"That actually was amusing..." Harry began slowly. Severus looked down and grinned, "I bet you'd love to try that one on Malfoy sometime, no?" Harry burst out laughing, wanting to know if it could be made more permanent. For the first time, he smiled at his father, and in an almost affectionate sort of way. The clocks chimed 11 at night, leaving him with a now protective father. "Harry James ...Potter? Snape! Get your butt up to bed this instant! Your first day starts tomorrow and I do not want you falling asleep in the middle of your first class!"
Harry grinned slightly, thinking his potions master and father sounded like Mrs. Weasley, but wasn't going to tell him that unless he wanted to find himself turned into a girl like Ron had. Turning to go away, he did something to startle his father; he gave him a quick hug and then turned away without saying a word.
The next morning he woke up and found that the castle was still deserted. "Such an idiot I can be. Classes don't start till tomorrow morning..." He walked idly down the staircase and into the empty common room. "Breakfast...I need food." He muttered, looking at the large clock and finding that it said 10 am. "Harry!" A voice called, and Hermione ran up next to him. "Here, I grabbed this from breakfast this morning since I didn't see you up." "Thanks Mione." The two walked down to the doors and then out onto the grounds near the Quidditch field. Harry seemed more tired than normal, but she supposed it was a side effect of being bitten. Well, he still had three more weeks until he had to deal with that for the first time. "Do you know if you'll be allowed to play Quidditch this year?" Harry shook his head. "Dumbledore and McGonagall already tried to persuade the Ministry to take off the ban, but it seems they felt the punishment was just. Even if they hadn't though, I don't think I could this year. Not with everything going on and now, well, the werewolf thing. Don't think it'd be good if the teammates found out what I had..."
A soft breeze swept across the grounds, dancing around in Hermione's still bushy hair and pushing Harry's own shoulder length hair out of his face. For awhile the pair sat out there doing nothing until Severus found them and mentioned that the ceremony would be starting soon and that they should get changed into their robes. Harry smiled again, still telling himself that someday he could do that without feeling awkward.
From the large windows in the Great Hall, Harry watched the first years cross the lake in the boats with Hagrid leading them. He'd always arrived with the others, well, with the exception of his second year, and it was different to watch the others pile into the castle and see the house elves bustling about with the student's luggage. Most filed into the Great Hall immediately, leaving only the first years outside the doors. Teachers took their rightful spots at the head table and Harry couldn't help but sneak a glance at who was teaching DADA this year. He did a double take. That wasn't Tonks sitting there in Professor clothes and laughing merrily with his other teachers, was it? She caught his gaping stare and waved at him, this time having long black hair and an expression similar to Harry's own. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was mocking out Snape by using her own special ability to change her looks. Smirking exactly like his father, he waved back and headed towards his seat.
"Dear friends, professors and fellow trouble-makers, I welcome you back to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said grandly, his eyes twinkling down at the first years filing in and moving between the aisles of long tables towards the tattered hat sitting on a chair. He went on with his usual welcoming speech and then motioned to McGonagall to proceed with the Sorting. To Harry, it was a long and drawn out process and wanted nothing more than to eat once Dumbledore decided to make food appear. And he was already getting sick of the looks people were giving him. Once they had been for the scar on his forehead, but he knew that they couldn't see that now with his long hair covering it up. Many of them were bewildered as to why the famous Harry Potter looked like he was the son of Snape. Scowling, he turned his head to his plate, finally seeing it fill up with food.
People continued to ask him questions all during the feast, most which he answered with a simple, "I don't know," and left it at that. He'd eaten and now he just wanted to be left alone in his dorm, but remembered his roommates had returned and would be invading in a matter of moments. Neville was the first to arrive, plopping down on the bed next to Harry and looking at him strangely. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you remind me of my worst nightmare..." Neville admitted, backing up incase Harry did find it offensive and decided to hex him. Instead the boy sighed and turned his head towards the window. "I am your worst nightmare. Mine too... Snape is my father."
A loud clunk came from behind as he found Neville, Seamus, and Dean passed out on the floor. Moments later Ron came up, a treacle treat clutched in his hand. "Whoa, what did you do to them?" "I'll give you one guess." "You didn't tell them already did you?" "Well, only that Snape was my father. I do believe they don't need to know about the werewolf thing at all." It was left at that and Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.
He groaned softly, waking up before the rest of his roommates and getting dressed so he could avoid their questions. Quickly he stole down towards the Great Hall, hoping that breakfast would be there soon. "Son?" Harry whipped around; still feeling exhausted, he tripped over his feet and landed in Severus's arms. "Oww..." "I wanted to know how you were doing this morning. I expect that your fellow 6th years had a certain question to ask you." Harry nodded curtly. "Neville guess before I could even tell him. Seamus and Dean over heard him." "Really, I suppose the boy does have a brain after all."
Harry picked himself up out of his father's arms just in time as Draco came strutting down the hall. "So, Potter, gotten yourself into trouble with Professor Snape already, haven't you? Well, at least you won't be there to disrupt my learning this year. You, the remedial potions boy, probably couldn't even scrap by with a P on your OWLs in that potions," Draco continued, considering himself to be above the rules now with his own place in NEWT potions. He smirked again, leaving the two alone as he drifted off to the Great Hall.
Snape glanced down, seeing his son's wand already out and trying to whisper a hex, and brushed his arm against to make him stop. "Really, Harry. What's gotten in to you? Trying to hex someone from behind is something only a Slytherin would do," the man smirked. "Can I tell you something? The Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me into Slytherin. But I asked not to be since I'd heard so many wizards and witches have gone bad from that house. It wasn't certain though when it placed me in Gryffindor, said I had too much of a disrespect for the rules. Guess it was right..."
So, Harry could've been placed into Slytherin. Severus felt a sort of pride with this, knowing that his boy would've done well in there, had it not been full of Death Eater children. Shaking his head in disbelief, he shooed Harry off to the Great Hall without him as to not cause a further commotion.
"Yo, Harry, McGonagall just passed out the schedules. Looks like we have DADA together with Hermione, charms and Transfiguration along with it. Ouch, looks like you're in for it after all with getting into Snape's potions class. At least Hermione will be there to pull you out of a rough spot. I was lucky to get an A on my OWL exam, mate, but I'll be happy in Muggle studies. Dad'll be proud of me at least," Ron rambled on, leaving Harry to look over the rest of his schedule. Include with the others he had Care of Magical Creatures, but only once a week this year, along with Herbology and history. He looked down to see what he had first this morning; double potions.
As much as Harry didn't fear his father attempted to murder him in someway during potions classes, it didn't mean the rest of the Slytherins wouldn't. He walked in, being one of the first ones there along with Hermione and sat more in front where Malfoy wouldn't dare sit. Noticing they were relatively alone, his father walked over cautiously and whispered, "Sorry, but I still have to be a slimy git infront of you during classes. Just, I'll refrain from taking away house points and make sure that Draco tries to behave this year," he muttered, quickly moving away as he saw the blonde haired boy enter the room, along with the rest of the class behind him.
"This is NEWT standard potions, so all of you must have something in that brain of yours if you've made it this far," smirking to himself as he saw Malfoy notice for the first time that Harry was in the class. "Our first potion will be a complex one that will come in handy if you ever meet up with a werewolf, I daresay. You have two hours, directions are on the board and ingredients can be found on my desk and in the Student Cupboard."
Harry realized that his father wanted him to gain experience making his own potion for when it was needed incase he was unable to for some reason. "Smart, I guess. Just hope I'm able to do it..." Had Draco not been in the class, he most likely would've succeeded, but that's a fool's hope. As soon as his potion was almost done, looking similar to the color that was described on the board and getting a quick glance of approval from Severus, something was thrown into his cauldron, making it explode all over Hermione and a couple of Ravenclaws. Snickering came from the opposite side of the room and Snape stared down at Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy, I would have expected better of you. 20 points will be taken from Slytherin for your insolence in this classroom. Doing something like that in a NEWTs class, I swear, sometimes I think your brain is a pile of mush. Potter!" He snapped, "Take the people who have been splashed with your less than perfect potion up to the hospital wing. NOW!"
Harry acknowledged him and grabbed Hermione by the arm and motioned for the Ravenclaws to follow him. "Harry, I don't feel so well," Hermione started, beginning to swoon and finally collapsing on the floor. The other two followed suit a moment later and rushed to get help. The first person he ran into was Remus Lupin, who had been patrolling the halls. He hadn't seen him since his last attempt to turn into his Animagus form and saw the tears of grief in the man's eyes. "No time for that now, help me get these three up to the hospital wing!"
"What happened?" Remus gasped hoarsely, conjuring a few stretches that floated the unconscious bodies up towards the wing.
"Potions. Malfoy threw something into the werewolf potion we were working on, I know you know what that is very well," Harry grimaced, Remus taking the hint and looked apologetically over. "Do you know what it was?" "Err, no, all I can say is that it blew up and splattered these three, and umm, dad told me to get them up to the hospital wing right away. Now that you mentioned it, he did look rather worried and for the first time ever, punished a Slytherin." "Uh oh. For that slimy git to punish his own house, it must be bad. And umm, Harry? Since when was Hermione's skin red?"
"THAT IDIOT BOY! JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!" Screeched Madam Pomfrey, "Oh, I'll make that boy do detention with me and without magic! Throwing unknown potion ingredients into the werewolf serum!" She continued on, fussing over the three unfortunate souls who'd been next to Harry. "Are...they going to be alright?" He asked tentatively. "Oh fine, but not for awhile. At least not until they change back into human...And no, before you ask, it isn't permanent, unlike your own unfortunate problem I might add."
Harry looked down at his friend and fellow classmates, finding them half wolf and half human.
"Harry, if you really want to talk to someone, just use your Marauders' Map to find them," She scolded, holding the parchment out towards him. Harry smacked himself in the head, realizing just how stupid he'd been. "So, Dumbledore isn't even on the premises, McGonagall seems to be holding out on us and raiding the kitchens, Filch is of course snarling in his office, Remus is, huh, must be where he's staying for the duration, and Snape/Dad is," He did a double take. "What's he in the Room of Requirements for?"
His curiosity got the better of him as he ran up towards the room wondering what his father needed to be in that room. It was a long ways away from the Gryffindor house and he was panting by the time he got up there. Not wanting to be real obvious, he cooked up a scheme as to why he was up there along the lines of wanting to find out more about what had happened and things he could do about his new werewolf-ism.
The door creaked open; Snape's keen ears ear this right away, but didn't turn. He knew who it was. What he didn't know was why he was here. "Harry, what are you doing here?" "I, umm, remembered this room from last year and I thought it might be useful for, you know..." He mumbled. Severus attempted to use his legilimency skills to see what the boy was really up to. Although, to his surprise he was presented with a cloudy look into Harry's mind and could only partially make out what he wanted. He raised an eye. "I take it from that you've been keeping up with your Occlumency practices," and saw the boy give a swift nod. "Impressive to say the least, not many can break away from my legilimens skill."
Severus smiled to himself as he saw the boy flush with embarrassment of being complimented. Harry positioned himself on a puffy large chair in front of a cauldron. "Umm, sir... Dad? What are you doing up here?"
"Now that sounds more like the reason why you're here," Snape mused, taking the seat next to his son's. "I was looking at the old volumes on werewolves to see if there was anything I could make of them, or if those healer- idiots might have overlooked something when discovering that certain potion." Harry was genuinely surprised to hear this. "You mean you're actually looking for a way to help me?" He asked. His father smiled, which looked foreign on his face, and replied, "We don't really want two werewolves running around the school grounds, now do we?"
He settled back down onto his chair, a large book sitting in his lap and looked back over at his boy, "I'm sorry Harry, I've had more time to adjust than you have. You know, I'd always thought you had this charmed life until Remus told me otherwise. Every summer I thought you were going home to a perfect family where you were loved and spoiled rotten. Never once had I thought Lily's muggle family could be so awful."
Harry suddenly chuckled loudly to Severus's amazement. "To see the look on my Uncle's face when he hears about this. He thought an ex-convict was bad... So have you found anything?" Quickly changing the subject. Snape could tell that Harry was still uncomfortable around him, it didn't surprise him, but somehow he was going to have to change this.
"No, not at the moment. I'm sure something will be in here though. It's not called the Room of Requirement for nothing, now is it? Maybe if I don't find anything right now, you'll find it on your long times of staying in here on the full moon. I don't know rightly. You probably want nothing to do with him right now, but Remus is staying here while you have your first few transformations to help you through it, sin-..."
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!" Came a high-pitched voice, and the two turned to look. Ron...Ronda stood there looking very angry with her hands on her hips. "You said that this spell would wear off in a few days!"
Snape couldn't hold back a laughter, which annoyed the Ronda even more. "Sorry Weasley," He snorted, pulling out his wand and reversing the spell. "I do hope you gained some intelligence through that at least." Ron huffed and stormed out of the room, miffed at being laughed at.
"That actually was amusing..." Harry began slowly. Severus looked down and grinned, "I bet you'd love to try that one on Malfoy sometime, no?" Harry burst out laughing, wanting to know if it could be made more permanent. For the first time, he smiled at his father, and in an almost affectionate sort of way. The clocks chimed 11 at night, leaving him with a now protective father. "Harry James ...Potter? Snape! Get your butt up to bed this instant! Your first day starts tomorrow and I do not want you falling asleep in the middle of your first class!"
Harry grinned slightly, thinking his potions master and father sounded like Mrs. Weasley, but wasn't going to tell him that unless he wanted to find himself turned into a girl like Ron had. Turning to go away, he did something to startle his father; he gave him a quick hug and then turned away without saying a word.
The next morning he woke up and found that the castle was still deserted. "Such an idiot I can be. Classes don't start till tomorrow morning..." He walked idly down the staircase and into the empty common room. "Breakfast...I need food." He muttered, looking at the large clock and finding that it said 10 am. "Harry!" A voice called, and Hermione ran up next to him. "Here, I grabbed this from breakfast this morning since I didn't see you up." "Thanks Mione." The two walked down to the doors and then out onto the grounds near the Quidditch field. Harry seemed more tired than normal, but she supposed it was a side effect of being bitten. Well, he still had three more weeks until he had to deal with that for the first time. "Do you know if you'll be allowed to play Quidditch this year?" Harry shook his head. "Dumbledore and McGonagall already tried to persuade the Ministry to take off the ban, but it seems they felt the punishment was just. Even if they hadn't though, I don't think I could this year. Not with everything going on and now, well, the werewolf thing. Don't think it'd be good if the teammates found out what I had..."
A soft breeze swept across the grounds, dancing around in Hermione's still bushy hair and pushing Harry's own shoulder length hair out of his face. For awhile the pair sat out there doing nothing until Severus found them and mentioned that the ceremony would be starting soon and that they should get changed into their robes. Harry smiled again, still telling himself that someday he could do that without feeling awkward.
From the large windows in the Great Hall, Harry watched the first years cross the lake in the boats with Hagrid leading them. He'd always arrived with the others, well, with the exception of his second year, and it was different to watch the others pile into the castle and see the house elves bustling about with the student's luggage. Most filed into the Great Hall immediately, leaving only the first years outside the doors. Teachers took their rightful spots at the head table and Harry couldn't help but sneak a glance at who was teaching DADA this year. He did a double take. That wasn't Tonks sitting there in Professor clothes and laughing merrily with his other teachers, was it? She caught his gaping stare and waved at him, this time having long black hair and an expression similar to Harry's own. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was mocking out Snape by using her own special ability to change her looks. Smirking exactly like his father, he waved back and headed towards his seat.
"Dear friends, professors and fellow trouble-makers, I welcome you back to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said grandly, his eyes twinkling down at the first years filing in and moving between the aisles of long tables towards the tattered hat sitting on a chair. He went on with his usual welcoming speech and then motioned to McGonagall to proceed with the Sorting. To Harry, it was a long and drawn out process and wanted nothing more than to eat once Dumbledore decided to make food appear. And he was already getting sick of the looks people were giving him. Once they had been for the scar on his forehead, but he knew that they couldn't see that now with his long hair covering it up. Many of them were bewildered as to why the famous Harry Potter looked like he was the son of Snape. Scowling, he turned his head to his plate, finally seeing it fill up with food.
People continued to ask him questions all during the feast, most which he answered with a simple, "I don't know," and left it at that. He'd eaten and now he just wanted to be left alone in his dorm, but remembered his roommates had returned and would be invading in a matter of moments. Neville was the first to arrive, plopping down on the bed next to Harry and looking at him strangely. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you remind me of my worst nightmare..." Neville admitted, backing up incase Harry did find it offensive and decided to hex him. Instead the boy sighed and turned his head towards the window. "I am your worst nightmare. Mine too... Snape is my father."
A loud clunk came from behind as he found Neville, Seamus, and Dean passed out on the floor. Moments later Ron came up, a treacle treat clutched in his hand. "Whoa, what did you do to them?" "I'll give you one guess." "You didn't tell them already did you?" "Well, only that Snape was my father. I do believe they don't need to know about the werewolf thing at all." It was left at that and Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.
He groaned softly, waking up before the rest of his roommates and getting dressed so he could avoid their questions. Quickly he stole down towards the Great Hall, hoping that breakfast would be there soon. "Son?" Harry whipped around; still feeling exhausted, he tripped over his feet and landed in Severus's arms. "Oww..." "I wanted to know how you were doing this morning. I expect that your fellow 6th years had a certain question to ask you." Harry nodded curtly. "Neville guess before I could even tell him. Seamus and Dean over heard him." "Really, I suppose the boy does have a brain after all."
Harry picked himself up out of his father's arms just in time as Draco came strutting down the hall. "So, Potter, gotten yourself into trouble with Professor Snape already, haven't you? Well, at least you won't be there to disrupt my learning this year. You, the remedial potions boy, probably couldn't even scrap by with a P on your OWLs in that potions," Draco continued, considering himself to be above the rules now with his own place in NEWT potions. He smirked again, leaving the two alone as he drifted off to the Great Hall.
Snape glanced down, seeing his son's wand already out and trying to whisper a hex, and brushed his arm against to make him stop. "Really, Harry. What's gotten in to you? Trying to hex someone from behind is something only a Slytherin would do," the man smirked. "Can I tell you something? The Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me into Slytherin. But I asked not to be since I'd heard so many wizards and witches have gone bad from that house. It wasn't certain though when it placed me in Gryffindor, said I had too much of a disrespect for the rules. Guess it was right..."
So, Harry could've been placed into Slytherin. Severus felt a sort of pride with this, knowing that his boy would've done well in there, had it not been full of Death Eater children. Shaking his head in disbelief, he shooed Harry off to the Great Hall without him as to not cause a further commotion.
"Yo, Harry, McGonagall just passed out the schedules. Looks like we have DADA together with Hermione, charms and Transfiguration along with it. Ouch, looks like you're in for it after all with getting into Snape's potions class. At least Hermione will be there to pull you out of a rough spot. I was lucky to get an A on my OWL exam, mate, but I'll be happy in Muggle studies. Dad'll be proud of me at least," Ron rambled on, leaving Harry to look over the rest of his schedule. Include with the others he had Care of Magical Creatures, but only once a week this year, along with Herbology and history. He looked down to see what he had first this morning; double potions.
As much as Harry didn't fear his father attempted to murder him in someway during potions classes, it didn't mean the rest of the Slytherins wouldn't. He walked in, being one of the first ones there along with Hermione and sat more in front where Malfoy wouldn't dare sit. Noticing they were relatively alone, his father walked over cautiously and whispered, "Sorry, but I still have to be a slimy git infront of you during classes. Just, I'll refrain from taking away house points and make sure that Draco tries to behave this year," he muttered, quickly moving away as he saw the blonde haired boy enter the room, along with the rest of the class behind him.
"This is NEWT standard potions, so all of you must have something in that brain of yours if you've made it this far," smirking to himself as he saw Malfoy notice for the first time that Harry was in the class. "Our first potion will be a complex one that will come in handy if you ever meet up with a werewolf, I daresay. You have two hours, directions are on the board and ingredients can be found on my desk and in the Student Cupboard."
Harry realized that his father wanted him to gain experience making his own potion for when it was needed incase he was unable to for some reason. "Smart, I guess. Just hope I'm able to do it..." Had Draco not been in the class, he most likely would've succeeded, but that's a fool's hope. As soon as his potion was almost done, looking similar to the color that was described on the board and getting a quick glance of approval from Severus, something was thrown into his cauldron, making it explode all over Hermione and a couple of Ravenclaws. Snickering came from the opposite side of the room and Snape stared down at Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy, I would have expected better of you. 20 points will be taken from Slytherin for your insolence in this classroom. Doing something like that in a NEWTs class, I swear, sometimes I think your brain is a pile of mush. Potter!" He snapped, "Take the people who have been splashed with your less than perfect potion up to the hospital wing. NOW!"
Harry acknowledged him and grabbed Hermione by the arm and motioned for the Ravenclaws to follow him. "Harry, I don't feel so well," Hermione started, beginning to swoon and finally collapsing on the floor. The other two followed suit a moment later and rushed to get help. The first person he ran into was Remus Lupin, who had been patrolling the halls. He hadn't seen him since his last attempt to turn into his Animagus form and saw the tears of grief in the man's eyes. "No time for that now, help me get these three up to the hospital wing!"
"What happened?" Remus gasped hoarsely, conjuring a few stretches that floated the unconscious bodies up towards the wing.
"Potions. Malfoy threw something into the werewolf potion we were working on, I know you know what that is very well," Harry grimaced, Remus taking the hint and looked apologetically over. "Do you know what it was?" "Err, no, all I can say is that it blew up and splattered these three, and umm, dad told me to get them up to the hospital wing right away. Now that you mentioned it, he did look rather worried and for the first time ever, punished a Slytherin." "Uh oh. For that slimy git to punish his own house, it must be bad. And umm, Harry? Since when was Hermione's skin red?"
"THAT IDIOT BOY! JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!" Screeched Madam Pomfrey, "Oh, I'll make that boy do detention with me and without magic! Throwing unknown potion ingredients into the werewolf serum!" She continued on, fussing over the three unfortunate souls who'd been next to Harry. "Are...they going to be alright?" He asked tentatively. "Oh fine, but not for awhile. At least not until they change back into human...And no, before you ask, it isn't permanent, unlike your own unfortunate problem I might add."
Harry looked down at his friend and fellow classmates, finding them half wolf and half human.