Plottsie bounces into the room, stares at the only reviewer and smiles.

"Thank you, Anonymous! Yep, I except Anonymous reviews! I still want to hear what people who don't have accounts (or who can't sign into their accounts) have to say bout my stories! Thank you so much for your motivating ( author interrupts UHOH! THE 'M' WORD, SIS! stands at attention, screaming motivated, motivated, motivated, M'am!) review! I'm glad you think my idea has potential!"

Yeppers! Thanks from me too! I don't normally get reviews…and even rarer do I get such inspiring things to read! Thanks!

Anonymous
2005-04-16
ch 1, anonymous

I hope you except anonymou reviews. I think this story has potential. Please continue.

Hmmm…Plottsie? Would you like the honors?

"SURE! This story is our FANFICTION which means all the characters and settings and such that you find in the Harry Potter series are NOT ours…they belong to the wondrous JKR. However! The plot line is OURS! Ok? Cool!" Plottsie hands author a new carrot-shaped idea.

Thank you, Plottsie!

Now…one more note to the wary, I like reading strange fics….this one is going to get very strange! It isn't slash, or whatever…least not yet (I doubt it'll become such, but you never know…characters take on their own ideas) but our main ship, Hr/R, will end up quite…strained during this fic, so God only knows how it will end! Ok? Ok...good…On with the show!

"Finally!"

Hey, who asked you?

Plottsie nibbles at a treat nonchalantly

Ok, ok you win….ANYWAYS!

Chapter Two: The Incident

A few potions classes later found the students preparing the potion in a huge cauldron that practically filled a two story classroom. The students stood on a platform on the second story that was at just the right level that they could reach over the railing to drop ingredients into the potion they were brewing.

Draco glared at the trio; Harry and Ron were getting told off by the insufferable Mudblood again. He sneered. Surely those two could know things better then the little wench! No matter, he was about to have the ultimate revenge on one Miss. Hermione Granger! His face was still black and blue from her using it as a punching bag, but at least his nose was all but healed. He had adamantly refused to go see Madame Pomphrey about it, preferring to leave the marks on his face to remind Granger of his threat each time she saw him.

Neville and Parvati were working together to chop up the gillyweed into perfect, tiny, confetti-like squares. They were supposed to put them into the potion as soon as they finished, by blowing them in carefully. That way, nothing was clumped together. Draco watched all this carefully.

Next to that group, Blasie and Crabbe were mixing up a paste of a few different ingredients: Dragon's blood, powdered hippogriff toe nails, and dried pixie wings taken from freshly the freshly dead beasts. Draco's smirk heightened as he saw them tear the wings instead of leaving them whole. Thank you my friends! My scheme shall work because of you!

Finally, he wandered to the trio's part of the project.

They were just about to throw their mimicked ingredients into the potion. Their job had been to unleash the magic of the Marza's devil-like tail. Marzas live deep within the Forbidden forest, and were well known for the protective magic they weaved around their homes with their tails. That was why the tail of such a beast (obviously taken from a creature that died) was so important for the potion. It made it three times stronger.

Malfoy had other plans for the potion, though, and he watched as the trio put all 48 tails into the potion at different, prescribed, points around the perimeter of the cauldron. Now was his chance! To change what the potion was that they were creating; he had to add his extra ingredients just as Blaise and Crabbe magically poured their paste over the top of the concoction. The trio finished with the tails and carefully backed away as the two Slytherins spelled the paste to stretch out into a perfect circle over top of the cauldron in thin air, and then let it land perfectly over the entire potion. Next, various groups got up with their finely chopped, minced, powdered, and mixed dry ingredients and cast wind charms from different angles, carefully blowing all the dry ingredients over the entire potion. Draco blew his extra ingredient in as well, during this time, unsuspected by the rest of the class.

With no one the wiser of his contribution to the potion, he quickly turned around to bother the trio.

"So, Mudblood, Weasel, Potty," he said, watching the anger infuse around them, "I bet you this potion will fail! You three probably did not do your parts correctly; never mind Longbottom's lack of understanding of magical things!"

Ron looked ready to scream at the blonde jerk, but Neville beat him to it. Neville cried out some curse at Draco, who smirked gleefully. He efficiently dodged the curse, which, as Malfoy predicted, was the Stupefy charm, and hit Ron square in the chest. Hermione, angered once again by Draco's rude language reached out to punch the boy, but missed as he once again dodged the attack, and she lost her balance, crashing into her stunned boyfriend, knocking the two of them over the edge of the platform and into the potion.

Draco could hardly contain his glee! The stupefy charm would complete his master piece, as the two Gryffindors fell into the potion just as he expected them too.

Snape, who had stood their watching the entire scene unfold, waiting to find reasons to take points from the Gryffindors and give points to the Slytherins, watched in horror as the two students fell into the potion. He quickly pulled Lavender to the side and told her to get Madame Pomphrey. For some unknown reason, his head told him to grab a sample of the potion quickly before trying to retrieve the two students. Spelling a small sample into a crystal vial, he ran towards the giant potion. He quickly transfigured the rest of the potion into water and was shocked at what he saw.