The first week past uneventfully, they arrived at Hogwarts, blah, blah, blah you know the drill.
Harry and Ron had by now recovered from their bashing, though they had been limping for several days afterward. They were in potions class, and Snape was as usual his lovely welcoming self. Harry, Ron, and Hermonie were working together, they were making a potion to protect one against evil.
"Hermonie, can you put in the Holy Water in?" Harry asked. It was the last ingredient to complete the potion.
"Ron can you get it?" Hermonie asked.
Ron surged and reached for the vile, as he was about to pour the Holy Water into the potion when his hand slipped. A few drops splashed onto Hermonie's hand. She let out a hiss of pain.
"Sorry, Hermonie." Ron said handing her a towel. She grabbed it and began to wipe her hand. Looking down, Ron could have sworn there were burn marks where the water had hit her, but seeing his gaze, she quickly hid her hand.
"What's that?" Ron asked her.
"Nothing, it's nothing." She lied. In truth the Holy Water had burned her skin. She hoped Ron would forget about seeing the marks the water had left on her hand.
Harry looked from Ron to Hermonie and back, "What did I miss?" he asked.
"Nothing." Hermonie repeated. From her tone, it was clear the subject was closed.
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Harry and Ron were in their room in Gryffindor tower getting ready for bed.
"What happened in potions?" Harry asked Ron, "When you spilled the Holy Water."
Ron told Harry what he had seen, or thought he had seen. "Probably just a trick of the light." He finished.
"Yeah." Harry agreed, but it disturbed him, something didn't seem right.