Ch5: A Magical Encounter
Harry stared at her. She stared back. His eyes...they looked...familliar. Why? A voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Charalayne?"
"Duh, yeah."
"You look like-"
"A person."
Harry stepped back and blushed. A whisper came out, but it was so soft that only Hermione heard it.
"Mum."
Ginny came up and latched onto Charalayne's arm. "C'mon! You're sleeping with us!" She ran off to the staircase dragging the new girl behind her. Harry's eyes glazed over. Hermione poked him and giggled.
"You look like you've never seen a girl before!"
He pushed his glasses up. His forehead glistened with sweat. "No, it's just..."
"Just that she's hot, right?"
Ron snorted and gave up trying to read his book. "I certainly think so."
"But I thought you were with Hermione."
They both stiffened. Hermione's jaw jutted out and Ron stared into the fireplace. Harry turned to Hermione.
"Hermione?"
"It's over."
"Ron?"
"What she said."
"Give it up, already! What happened?"
The two looked at each other and drilled into each other's eyes. Their voices rang in unison throughout the common room.
"Nothing."
"Come on, guys. Tell me, before I explode." He tapped his foot.
Ron looked into the fire again. "She doesn't want to be with me."
"So? I'm free to have a LIFE, you know! But I don't think you know what that means, 'cause all that blood that carries oxygen to your head must be malfunctioning."
The three argued into the night, while a pair of small green eyes stared at them from the direction of the Girl's Dorms.
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Hermione walked into the dungeons to her Potions class early the next morning. She yawned and turned the corner. She froze mid-yawn.
Charalayne was talking to Professer Snape, and he was LAUGHING. He smiled and led her into the room, the door slowly creaking closed. Hermione, joustled by what she just saw, moved forward and into her seat.
Snape smirked at her, along with Malfoy. Malfoy looked past Hermione, and his jaw dropped. He had seen Charalayne.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and turned around, to Charalayne, who was busy writing down notes on what Snape was writing down. Indeed she looked very pretty. I wish I had that color hair, she thought.
But then again, Ron likes my hair as it is now.
Why Did I break up with him? He was such a good friend!
She raised her hand. Hermione was surprised, seeing her just throw it up like that. Kind of like me, she thought.
"miss Granger..."
She whirled around too face Snape. He leered at her.
"Do you want miss Snave to take your place in the top students?"
"N-no. Sir."
Malfoy was still gaping at that...creature behind Hermione. She stared back at Snape.
"No."
Snape sneered at her and walked on, the board behind him revealing the potion they were working on this time. Hermione dug into her bag, finding a small vial filled with a black potion. She ignored Malfoy's stare and dug deeper until she found another vial, this time milky white. She put them in her pocket.
Why am I thinking these thoughts?
She took a deep breath and stared at the small label on the black vial: a skull.
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Hermione moaned and turned over, falling off her bed. She instantly woke, remembering her plan. She fiddled with her pockets until she found the vials.
Why am I doing this? She trusts me!
But I just wanted to see if it really is true...
That I created a reviving potion...
She shook her head and threw her cloak on, rushing down to the Great Hall, this time being early.
But how will I get to her goblet?
Quickly, she found the place where she sat last time and poured a small drop into the cup. Shakingly, she filled the rest up with pumpkin juice and continued down the line.
But only Lillian's cup had poison in it.
Neville came in and worked on filling the other two tables' goblets with their drinks. Dumbledore strode in and smiled at them, sitting down in his seat.
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Harry, Ron, Charalayne, and Ginny entered the crowded Hall. They waved to Hermione and sat down, chatting about the new day.
"Well, yesterday I only had a tour. But today will be my first class. What's Care of magical Creatures?"
Harry smiled. "It's my favorite subject. besides Defense Against The Dark Arts. Hagrid teaches."
"Oh yes! Him! How is he?"
"Nice. Caring. Rough when he needs to be."
She smiled and drank from her goblet. Over at the Head Persons table, Hermione gulped. Here it comes...
Harry laughed and drank. Ron's ears turned red as he looked over at Hermione. She froze.
Harry stopped midcough and started sputtering. His glasses were knocked askew.. His eyes rolled up into his head.
Oh no!
Charalayne quickly tried to do the Heimlich Maneuver, but to no avail. The Hall became silent but for Harry's gasps. Ron shook his best friend's shoulders, his head rolling back and forth. Hermione silenced a gasp.
The potion...
Harry fell onto the floor with a dull THUD. Everyone at the faculty table stood up, and everyone else knocked over goblets in order to see. Hermione heard a voice with a smirk in it.
"Potter's just trying to get attention. Look at him. Such a drama king."
Malfoy.
She clenched her fists and nodded to Neville, who had frozen like a statue, nd ran over, pulling out the other vial. The one with a label that had a small wand on it.
Hermione reacher Harry, who was attracting a rather large crowd. Dumbledore called for Madame Pomfrey.
"Let me through! Oof! I'm Head Girl! Let me see-"
Everyone became silent as She burst through the crowd and saw Harry, his head on Lillian's lap. He was a deathly pale and his eyes were closed. Lillian looked up at her.
"I tried."
Hermione made a quick decision.
"I think I know a way...It might not work."
"But Dumbledore said no spell can revive the dead! If there were, Diggory would be alive!" Someone shouted. A roar of approval rang through the hall.
Hermione ignored them and looked at the vial in her hand, squeezing it tight. Her voice dropped low so no one could hear.
"It wasn't supposed to work this way...it really wasn't..."
Suddenly, she felt guilty on wanting to try it on Lillian.
Slowly, she screwed open the cap. She heard whispers from the crowd. She didn't care. This was her best friend. She'd do anything if...
She opened his mouth. Lillian watched in amazement. She bit her lip and tilted the vial closer to his mouth...
Almost there...she bit her tongue. Just a drop...that's all he needs...
She poured one drop of the potion into his mouth, with Madame Pomfrey rushing in, followed by the rest of the faculty. They shoved their way to the center just as she finished pouring. Madame Pomfrey stood frozen when she saw Hermione bent over him.
"What are you giving him?!?!?"
Hermione stayed where she was and screwed the cap shut. She bit her lip.
"WELL?!?"
"I was trying to revive-"
"Nonsense! There is no reviving spell! It is Im-"
Harry groaned and sat up. Madame Pomfrey's jaw dropped.
"Possible..."
Hermione blushed and looked away. She could feel Harry's gaze upon her, but if she looked, she would....
Not now. Maybe later.
Harry blinked. "What happened?"
Professer McGonnagal clapped her hands and told everyone that the first class was about to begin. The Hall slowly began to empty except for The Golden Trio and Lillian. They stood in silence.
"Thanks Hermione." Ron gawked at her.
"I owe you one." Harry rubbed his sore neck.
"Hermione? Where did you get that potion?"
Hermione slowly handed her the vial. She looked in shock at it. She knew.
Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word-
"Lily Evans."
They all gasped and saw Snape sneering at hem. Harry remembered from Snape's Pensieve in 5th year...
He gawked at Charalayne. "Lily?"
She nodded.
Snape smirked. "Well, so you found the-"
"Shut UP, Snivellus!"
Ron snickered. Harry silenced him with a stomp on his foot.
Snape recoiled.
"Just because you were able to come back to life doesn't mean you are in the same year as me. Look at you. You're YOUNG."
Lily snapped at him. "Well at least I don't wash my hair with grease."
Harry was stomped on the foot as he too surpressed a laugh.
Lily sighed. Time seemd to stand still.
"Well, Snivellus, I'm not Lily Evans anymore. Not Charalayne Lillian Snave. I'm Lily Potter."
Harry froze.
"Mum..."
Harry stared at her. She stared back. His eyes...they looked...familliar. Why? A voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Charalayne?"
"Duh, yeah."
"You look like-"
"A person."
Harry stepped back and blushed. A whisper came out, but it was so soft that only Hermione heard it.
"Mum."
Ginny came up and latched onto Charalayne's arm. "C'mon! You're sleeping with us!" She ran off to the staircase dragging the new girl behind her. Harry's eyes glazed over. Hermione poked him and giggled.
"You look like you've never seen a girl before!"
He pushed his glasses up. His forehead glistened with sweat. "No, it's just..."
"Just that she's hot, right?"
Ron snorted and gave up trying to read his book. "I certainly think so."
"But I thought you were with Hermione."
They both stiffened. Hermione's jaw jutted out and Ron stared into the fireplace. Harry turned to Hermione.
"Hermione?"
"It's over."
"Ron?"
"What she said."
"Give it up, already! What happened?"
The two looked at each other and drilled into each other's eyes. Their voices rang in unison throughout the common room.
"Nothing."
"Come on, guys. Tell me, before I explode." He tapped his foot.
Ron looked into the fire again. "She doesn't want to be with me."
"So? I'm free to have a LIFE, you know! But I don't think you know what that means, 'cause all that blood that carries oxygen to your head must be malfunctioning."
The three argued into the night, while a pair of small green eyes stared at them from the direction of the Girl's Dorms.
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Hermione walked into the dungeons to her Potions class early the next morning. She yawned and turned the corner. She froze mid-yawn.
Charalayne was talking to Professer Snape, and he was LAUGHING. He smiled and led her into the room, the door slowly creaking closed. Hermione, joustled by what she just saw, moved forward and into her seat.
Snape smirked at her, along with Malfoy. Malfoy looked past Hermione, and his jaw dropped. He had seen Charalayne.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and turned around, to Charalayne, who was busy writing down notes on what Snape was writing down. Indeed she looked very pretty. I wish I had that color hair, she thought.
But then again, Ron likes my hair as it is now.
Why Did I break up with him? He was such a good friend!
She raised her hand. Hermione was surprised, seeing her just throw it up like that. Kind of like me, she thought.
"miss Granger..."
She whirled around too face Snape. He leered at her.
"Do you want miss Snave to take your place in the top students?"
"N-no. Sir."
Malfoy was still gaping at that...creature behind Hermione. She stared back at Snape.
"No."
Snape sneered at her and walked on, the board behind him revealing the potion they were working on this time. Hermione dug into her bag, finding a small vial filled with a black potion. She ignored Malfoy's stare and dug deeper until she found another vial, this time milky white. She put them in her pocket.
Why am I thinking these thoughts?
She took a deep breath and stared at the small label on the black vial: a skull.
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Hermione moaned and turned over, falling off her bed. She instantly woke, remembering her plan. She fiddled with her pockets until she found the vials.
Why am I doing this? She trusts me!
But I just wanted to see if it really is true...
That I created a reviving potion...
She shook her head and threw her cloak on, rushing down to the Great Hall, this time being early.
But how will I get to her goblet?
Quickly, she found the place where she sat last time and poured a small drop into the cup. Shakingly, she filled the rest up with pumpkin juice and continued down the line.
But only Lillian's cup had poison in it.
Neville came in and worked on filling the other two tables' goblets with their drinks. Dumbledore strode in and smiled at them, sitting down in his seat.
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Harry, Ron, Charalayne, and Ginny entered the crowded Hall. They waved to Hermione and sat down, chatting about the new day.
"Well, yesterday I only had a tour. But today will be my first class. What's Care of magical Creatures?"
Harry smiled. "It's my favorite subject. besides Defense Against The Dark Arts. Hagrid teaches."
"Oh yes! Him! How is he?"
"Nice. Caring. Rough when he needs to be."
She smiled and drank from her goblet. Over at the Head Persons table, Hermione gulped. Here it comes...
Harry laughed and drank. Ron's ears turned red as he looked over at Hermione. She froze.
Harry stopped midcough and started sputtering. His glasses were knocked askew.. His eyes rolled up into his head.
Oh no!
Charalayne quickly tried to do the Heimlich Maneuver, but to no avail. The Hall became silent but for Harry's gasps. Ron shook his best friend's shoulders, his head rolling back and forth. Hermione silenced a gasp.
The potion...
Harry fell onto the floor with a dull THUD. Everyone at the faculty table stood up, and everyone else knocked over goblets in order to see. Hermione heard a voice with a smirk in it.
"Potter's just trying to get attention. Look at him. Such a drama king."
Malfoy.
She clenched her fists and nodded to Neville, who had frozen like a statue, nd ran over, pulling out the other vial. The one with a label that had a small wand on it.
Hermione reacher Harry, who was attracting a rather large crowd. Dumbledore called for Madame Pomfrey.
"Let me through! Oof! I'm Head Girl! Let me see-"
Everyone became silent as She burst through the crowd and saw Harry, his head on Lillian's lap. He was a deathly pale and his eyes were closed. Lillian looked up at her.
"I tried."
Hermione made a quick decision.
"I think I know a way...It might not work."
"But Dumbledore said no spell can revive the dead! If there were, Diggory would be alive!" Someone shouted. A roar of approval rang through the hall.
Hermione ignored them and looked at the vial in her hand, squeezing it tight. Her voice dropped low so no one could hear.
"It wasn't supposed to work this way...it really wasn't..."
Suddenly, she felt guilty on wanting to try it on Lillian.
Slowly, she screwed open the cap. She heard whispers from the crowd. She didn't care. This was her best friend. She'd do anything if...
She opened his mouth. Lillian watched in amazement. She bit her lip and tilted the vial closer to his mouth...
Almost there...she bit her tongue. Just a drop...that's all he needs...
She poured one drop of the potion into his mouth, with Madame Pomfrey rushing in, followed by the rest of the faculty. They shoved their way to the center just as she finished pouring. Madame Pomfrey stood frozen when she saw Hermione bent over him.
"What are you giving him?!?!?"
Hermione stayed where she was and screwed the cap shut. She bit her lip.
"WELL?!?"
"I was trying to revive-"
"Nonsense! There is no reviving spell! It is Im-"
Harry groaned and sat up. Madame Pomfrey's jaw dropped.
"Possible..."
Hermione blushed and looked away. She could feel Harry's gaze upon her, but if she looked, she would....
Not now. Maybe later.
Harry blinked. "What happened?"
Professer McGonnagal clapped her hands and told everyone that the first class was about to begin. The Hall slowly began to empty except for The Golden Trio and Lillian. They stood in silence.
"Thanks Hermione." Ron gawked at her.
"I owe you one." Harry rubbed his sore neck.
"Hermione? Where did you get that potion?"
Hermione slowly handed her the vial. She looked in shock at it. She knew.
Hermione opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word-
"Lily Evans."
They all gasped and saw Snape sneering at hem. Harry remembered from Snape's Pensieve in 5th year...
He gawked at Charalayne. "Lily?"
She nodded.
Snape smirked. "Well, so you found the-"
"Shut UP, Snivellus!"
Ron snickered. Harry silenced him with a stomp on his foot.
Snape recoiled.
"Just because you were able to come back to life doesn't mean you are in the same year as me. Look at you. You're YOUNG."
Lily snapped at him. "Well at least I don't wash my hair with grease."
Harry was stomped on the foot as he too surpressed a laugh.
Lily sighed. Time seemd to stand still.
"Well, Snivellus, I'm not Lily Evans anymore. Not Charalayne Lillian Snave. I'm Lily Potter."
Harry froze.
"Mum..."