As much as I would like to, I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters (Except Ryua), most of the places, or the majority of the spells. I'm trying to follow the books' storyline, not the movies', but I can only get them at the library off and on, same as internet access. Updates will be kinda random, but they will keep coming, especially if I know people read my story. So please review? Or I'll send you an unforgivable curse by howler...
Polyjuice Potion
(Gryffindor Trio, Moaning Myrtle's room, 1 week before Christmas) "Is that the last of it, then?" Ron asked, "We've been brewing this forever, and someone's bound to notice eventually, or Percy'll write Mom telling on me."
"Oh, Ron, stop being so uptight. You're always the one convincing me to break the rules," Hermione replied. "And yes, it's ready for the bits." They had finally obtained the Boomslang skin and Bicorn horn a fortnight back.
Harry's firecracker had been extremely effective, the only Slytherin escaping un-swelled being Ryua, who ducked behind Crabbe. There had to be some perks to having the lumbering brute for a Potions partner. Hermione had smuggled out the items, and as far as they knew, no one had caught them. As Ryua was the only one who had avoided being splashed, she had been drafted by Snape to dose the affected students and so was quite busy. Now, all they had to do was divide it up and add their respective pieces of Slytherins. "So, who do we ask about?" Harry asked, "We're pretty sure it's Draco, right?"
"Maybe," Hermione replied, "But he just doesn't strike me as being able to pull this all off. He's easily nasty enough, but I bet he's getting help."
"So, who in Slytherin's smart enough to give him any help? I mean, Malfoy's the best in the class." Ron said, looking skeptical. "No, he's actually not, Ron," Hermione said back, "He's just louder than his sister about what he's 'good' at."
"Ryua?" Now it was Harry's turn to be skeptical. He still remembered how she had kept Draco from finding him down Knockturn Alley. "She's not the type to go killing off muggle-borns, is she?"
"Do we know anything good about her? She's the daughter of a slimy dark pureblood family, and you can see how much she enjoys cursing people. It's not exactly like she's ever shown much kindness towards anyone." Ron hated all Malfoys, and was quite willing to believe both of the ones currently at Hogwarts were capable of deeds beyond mention.
"Well, the whole discussion is pointless anyways. We're not planning on becoming either of them, so we should be able to ask them both," Harry said, "Now dole out that potion before we all become sensible and change our minds."
(Ryua, Slytherin common room, ten minutes later) Where was that idiot? Crabbe was still missing, and Ryua had to get him to write his name on the top of her potions essay so she could hand it in as a group project. What a stroke of luck he was staying for Christmas holidays too. Actually, Ryua had no idea why they were allowed to stay at Hogwarts, but she wasn't complaining in the slightest. Any free time away from her parents... She turned as the door swung open and her brother sauntered in, flanked by his usual cronies. She was about to cross over to them, but something held her back.
Draco picked up the Daily Prophet article he'd clipped out that morning and waved it in their faces. Oddly enough, they actually seemed to be reading it. Ryua couldn't remember the two of them ever reading anything without a lot of help before, not to mention understanding it. And, for some reason, Crabbe appeared to dislike the article, although he blamed his clenched fists on a stomachache. The conversation turned then to one of Draco's favourite rants. "They think Potter is the Heir of Slytherin? Hah. I do wish we knew who it was, though, we could help them."
Actually, Ryua was wondering about the identity of the Heir herself, as it wasn't safe to have a powerful dark witch or wizard wandering around you didn't know. Crabbe and Goyle looked crestfallen too, but they were supposed to, as Draco wasn't perfectly happy. Although, she'd never seen them look confused as well as sad at the same time. She hadn't been aware they could cope with more than one emotion at a time. "I mean, you should see the amount of stuff Father's got saved up from the old days. Most of it's in that chamber under the entrance hall, we snuck in there one time and you wouldn't believe what we found... Hey, what's up with you two? You're acting kind of odd." So, Draco wasn't as unobservant as Ryua had thought. Of course, you'd have to be a real idiot to miss the expression of joy followed by consternation cross Crabbe's face.
"Medicine for my stomach!" he grunted as the two of them ran out the door. Was it just her imagination, or was Crabbe's hair a warmer colour than usual? Huh, must just be a trick of the light. Although, they were both acting rather strange.
"Hey, Ryua, did you know Goyle has glasses?" Draco said as he walked over to her.
"Glasses, him? What are you talking about?"
"I found them talking with the Gryffindor Prefect outside the common room, and Goyle was wearing a pair of round spectacles. The things you discover, eh?"
Author's Note: Okay, so Harry didn't forget the glasses in the book. Too bad, I wanted to put it in. (and I have the movie, not the book, so guess which one is easier for me to remember) And I also rewrote the Trio's conference, and rearranged Draco's interrogation. (again, I've only got jot notes from the book to go on, and what I can remember from it and the movie)
Thanks to Athena Diagon Cat for faithfully reviewing. And yes, I did forget the firecracker in Draco's cauldron, thank you so much for reminding me. Although I've got a problem: All the copies of COS are signed out, and I can't remember when Justin gets petrified. So, I'll stick it in somewhere before Hermione's turn, and hope for the best.
And, feel free to review, even if it's only to say you read it. It makes me happy, and I'll curse you if you don't. I know some very nasty ones...
