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Chapter 10, Losing and gaining.
The Potions laboratory was absolutely freezing as always.
"Ahhh, Potions the joy of my life." I thought sarcastically to myself, waiting for Snape to eventually make his entrance and begin the torturous 1- hour and 3/4 lesson.
I was sitting by Neville who was actually shivering quite visibly, whether with nerves about Snape's imminent entrance into the room or because of the penetrating cold, I didn't know. I amused myself while waiting for Snape to make his entrance by trying to identify what was actually in the jars of slime, and shapeless objects that every so often squirmed. I thought I recognised what suspiciously looked like a scaly eyeball...however Snape gliding in quickly evaporated my pondering thoughts. I could have sworn I felt the room drop in temperature as he came in.
Snape turned to face us; he stood and surveyed our obviously dread filled expressions. As if he found our silent presence amusing he smirked, obviously sharing a private joke with himself.
"Today, class, we are going to be making potions that will rid you of your memory. Now, we don't want a horde of students who know nothing running around, so we shall be making the formula very weak." Looking at Neville he seemed to convey his thoughts that there was already a horde of students that knew nothing running rampage around the school, but chose to leave just a suggestion of this remark hanging stagnant in the air between us for a few moments.
He produced his wand from a long sleeve, flicking it in the air words written in smoky writing appeared, "The ingredients you will need are all in the cupboard. You have precisely 30 minutes. The method will be in your text books...look it up." He smirked and his eyes glittered maliciously. I glanced at Neville who was now very pale.
"Look like you're busy and I'll get the ingredients, okay?" I assumed he needed time to gather himself and recuperate. Neville squeaked a barely inaudible reply, which I assumed meant okay.
The lesson passed slowly. Neville and I struggled with this difficult potion, but we miraculously finished and cleaned our working area in fifteen minutes. I thought there was something wrong with the fact we had finished so quickly, but I considered the possibility Snape was allowing for the student's incapabilities. This seemed slightly out of character for Snape, but I brushed it off and spent the rest of the allotted time doing impressions of the different teachers to try and cheer Neville up. Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender kept bursting into laughter at them. Snape was furious and looked up, trying to find the source of this entire disturbance. Catching sight of me, Snape did not appear impressed.
"Potter, Longbottom, I want you up here now. And bring your potion." Snape's eyes a lit with amusement. I could barely control my laughter, Dean's face as I imitated Sprout was just too much.
"Now Potter, you will be the first to try the potion considering you seemed to be the one to cause all off this irrational laughter, and disturbance. Let us hope you got it right this time, otherwise the consequences could be somewhat dire!" The Slytherins laughed. Snape grinned baring his teeth.
He beckoned Neville towards the cauldron, which was filled with a soft yellow potion. It was a lot thicker than the recipe had stated, but I was rather proud of it, considering my usual clumsiness where Potions was concerned. Neville, who now, on top of the shivering, was perspiring, filled a crystalline vial with the Potion. Trembling he handed it to me and Snape motioned for me to drink.
A feeling like no other ripped through me as I swallowed it. I shuddered. Everyone's eyes were upon me. I could see Lavender, Parvati, and Seamus' worried gazes; I could feel the smug gazes of the Slytherins. Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson and Malfoy were all sitting together, and I didn't even register that Malfoy's hand was draped lazily around Parkinson's shoulder, or his terrified expression. Everything seemed to be spinning around me. I heard the tinkle of breaking glass as the vial slipped from my hand. I felt as if my mind was being shredded when everything suddenly went pitch black.
Blinking several times, I let my eyes slowly adjust to the light that was flooding into the large, stone room. I let my eyes follow the specks of dust drifting slowly to the floor and then turned on my back and stared at the ceiling.
I sat up slowly and looked around, as if by instinct I reached to the side and picked up my glasses. Placing them carefully on the bridge of my nose, I looked around once more. Everything was much clearer with the aid of the glasses I'd just put on. I blinked more and sat up taking note of the room I was in. I didn't recognise any of it at all, the room was large and stone, and there were cubicles marked out with linen curtain screens all around the room. I was in a large comfortable bed with white sheets. A homely yet severe woman came bustling in and catching sight of me awake made her way over to my bedside.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, it's good to see you're finally awake. My name is Madame Pomfrey and I've been looking after you for the last two days." The woman said to me, smiling as one would when explaining something to someone that didn't understand a word of what one was saying, in short, very patronisingly.
"The headmaster will be wanting to know you're awake," she muttered, half to herself and half to me. Then seemingly remembering my presence she looked up.
"As will some other people that are just waiting outside" she beamed at me.
"But wait," I called after her feebly "where... who am I?"
She didn't hear me, and moved straight to the door. Opening it, she motioned for whoever was outside to come in, whispered something to the head that appeared and turned around, beamed to me again and headed out of another door into an ante room that looked like an office of some sort.
I looked curiously at the two people approaching my bed.
"I suppose you know who I am." I told them. It wasn't a question, I assumed they wouldn't be here otherwise.
"Yeah, Harry, yeah we do" answered a very serious looking ginger boy.
A/N:
I'm sorry that I haven't written in ages! I've been ill, and then off to the continent, and then awfully busy. And I'm worried that this chapter is so short! And I'm sorry I'm using potions too much, they just fascinate me and always open so many opportunities for funny things. Harry has lost his memory! And his visitors are, incase you didn't get it, Ron and Hermione. They have returned! I don't know whether to make his memory loss permanent and to get him to attempt to get to know R&H and just hating them and liking Draco or whether he should remember and hate them for what they did to him (i.e. leave him all on his own with nobody to care for him etc) and be friends with Draco? He'll be friends with Draco for sure, don't worry. Sorry again.
Chapter 10, Losing and gaining.
The Potions laboratory was absolutely freezing as always.
"Ahhh, Potions the joy of my life." I thought sarcastically to myself, waiting for Snape to eventually make his entrance and begin the torturous 1- hour and 3/4 lesson.
I was sitting by Neville who was actually shivering quite visibly, whether with nerves about Snape's imminent entrance into the room or because of the penetrating cold, I didn't know. I amused myself while waiting for Snape to make his entrance by trying to identify what was actually in the jars of slime, and shapeless objects that every so often squirmed. I thought I recognised what suspiciously looked like a scaly eyeball...however Snape gliding in quickly evaporated my pondering thoughts. I could have sworn I felt the room drop in temperature as he came in.
Snape turned to face us; he stood and surveyed our obviously dread filled expressions. As if he found our silent presence amusing he smirked, obviously sharing a private joke with himself.
"Today, class, we are going to be making potions that will rid you of your memory. Now, we don't want a horde of students who know nothing running around, so we shall be making the formula very weak." Looking at Neville he seemed to convey his thoughts that there was already a horde of students that knew nothing running rampage around the school, but chose to leave just a suggestion of this remark hanging stagnant in the air between us for a few moments.
He produced his wand from a long sleeve, flicking it in the air words written in smoky writing appeared, "The ingredients you will need are all in the cupboard. You have precisely 30 minutes. The method will be in your text books...look it up." He smirked and his eyes glittered maliciously. I glanced at Neville who was now very pale.
"Look like you're busy and I'll get the ingredients, okay?" I assumed he needed time to gather himself and recuperate. Neville squeaked a barely inaudible reply, which I assumed meant okay.
The lesson passed slowly. Neville and I struggled with this difficult potion, but we miraculously finished and cleaned our working area in fifteen minutes. I thought there was something wrong with the fact we had finished so quickly, but I considered the possibility Snape was allowing for the student's incapabilities. This seemed slightly out of character for Snape, but I brushed it off and spent the rest of the allotted time doing impressions of the different teachers to try and cheer Neville up. Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender kept bursting into laughter at them. Snape was furious and looked up, trying to find the source of this entire disturbance. Catching sight of me, Snape did not appear impressed.
"Potter, Longbottom, I want you up here now. And bring your potion." Snape's eyes a lit with amusement. I could barely control my laughter, Dean's face as I imitated Sprout was just too much.
"Now Potter, you will be the first to try the potion considering you seemed to be the one to cause all off this irrational laughter, and disturbance. Let us hope you got it right this time, otherwise the consequences could be somewhat dire!" The Slytherins laughed. Snape grinned baring his teeth.
He beckoned Neville towards the cauldron, which was filled with a soft yellow potion. It was a lot thicker than the recipe had stated, but I was rather proud of it, considering my usual clumsiness where Potions was concerned. Neville, who now, on top of the shivering, was perspiring, filled a crystalline vial with the Potion. Trembling he handed it to me and Snape motioned for me to drink.
A feeling like no other ripped through me as I swallowed it. I shuddered. Everyone's eyes were upon me. I could see Lavender, Parvati, and Seamus' worried gazes; I could feel the smug gazes of the Slytherins. Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson and Malfoy were all sitting together, and I didn't even register that Malfoy's hand was draped lazily around Parkinson's shoulder, or his terrified expression. Everything seemed to be spinning around me. I heard the tinkle of breaking glass as the vial slipped from my hand. I felt as if my mind was being shredded when everything suddenly went pitch black.
Blinking several times, I let my eyes slowly adjust to the light that was flooding into the large, stone room. I let my eyes follow the specks of dust drifting slowly to the floor and then turned on my back and stared at the ceiling.
I sat up slowly and looked around, as if by instinct I reached to the side and picked up my glasses. Placing them carefully on the bridge of my nose, I looked around once more. Everything was much clearer with the aid of the glasses I'd just put on. I blinked more and sat up taking note of the room I was in. I didn't recognise any of it at all, the room was large and stone, and there were cubicles marked out with linen curtain screens all around the room. I was in a large comfortable bed with white sheets. A homely yet severe woman came bustling in and catching sight of me awake made her way over to my bedside.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, it's good to see you're finally awake. My name is Madame Pomfrey and I've been looking after you for the last two days." The woman said to me, smiling as one would when explaining something to someone that didn't understand a word of what one was saying, in short, very patronisingly.
"The headmaster will be wanting to know you're awake," she muttered, half to herself and half to me. Then seemingly remembering my presence she looked up.
"As will some other people that are just waiting outside" she beamed at me.
"But wait," I called after her feebly "where... who am I?"
She didn't hear me, and moved straight to the door. Opening it, she motioned for whoever was outside to come in, whispered something to the head that appeared and turned around, beamed to me again and headed out of another door into an ante room that looked like an office of some sort.
I looked curiously at the two people approaching my bed.
"I suppose you know who I am." I told them. It wasn't a question, I assumed they wouldn't be here otherwise.
"Yeah, Harry, yeah we do" answered a very serious looking ginger boy.
A/N:
I'm sorry that I haven't written in ages! I've been ill, and then off to the continent, and then awfully busy. And I'm worried that this chapter is so short! And I'm sorry I'm using potions too much, they just fascinate me and always open so many opportunities for funny things. Harry has lost his memory! And his visitors are, incase you didn't get it, Ron and Hermione. They have returned! I don't know whether to make his memory loss permanent and to get him to attempt to get to know R&H and just hating them and liking Draco or whether he should remember and hate them for what they did to him (i.e. leave him all on his own with nobody to care for him etc) and be friends with Draco? He'll be friends with Draco for sure, don't worry. Sorry again.