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Harry, Seamus, And The Master Plan

By SilverWolf7007

Chapter Twenty-Two – Potions, Kittens, And Plan B

Fifteen minutes later, Seamus, Blaise and Draco were watching in utter confusion and no small amount of amazement as Harry happily darted from one area of the Potions classroom to the next, collecting ingredients, various implements, and setting up four cauldrons.

"Er, Harry?" Seamus ventured finally.

Harry paused in setting up some kind of measuring device that none of the three boys had ever seen at the school and blinked at him. "Yes, Seamus?"

Seamus paused slightly at the hint of annoyance in Harry's tone, but decided to ignore it. "I thought we were plotting, not brewing potions."

"We are plotting," Harry assured him. "We've got to have all this set up and be at least PRETENDING to use it just in case a) Snape comes in, or b) someone else, such as Filch or Dumbledore, happens to show up." He returned to carefully balancing the odd device.

"Ah. Um, Harry?"

"Hush up, Imp, this is very delicate work."

Seamus opened his mouth to reply, but found that it was blocked by two Slytherin hands. He eyed both Blaise and Draco over it, then shrugged and moved away to sit on a stool in front of a cauldron.

A few minutes later, Harry moved away from the device with a grin. "That's done it. That thing is bloody annoying to set up, but it comes in damned handy. Besides, it lends us credibility."

"What is it?" Blaise asked him. "I've never seen one before."

Harry shrugged and gave them an impish smile. "It's a measuring thingy. Specifically used for potions, of course. I had to prove my worth as a potions brewer SO many times over before Severus let me even touch it, let alone use it unsupervised." Suddenly he turned from the white haired Slytherin to his housemate. "Seamus, did you remember the chocolate?"

Seamus's eyes widened and he slowly began to back away. "Uh, Har, you know that you're my favourite saviour of the wizarding world..."

"Seamus," Harry growled.

The pink haired boy gulped. "Um?" he squeaked nervously.

Harry sighed mournfully. "All right, Imp, I'll overlook it this once...now get the hell back to the Common Room and get the bloody chocolate, cos I can't plot without it. You know that."

Sighing in relief, Seamus jumped to his feet and sped out of the room. Had any of the other three been listening, they'd have heard his footsteps halt, and moments later a canine's claws scratching the stone floor as Imp made his way to the Gryffindor Tower as fast as possible.

Thankfully, they hadn't been.

The Five had decided to gather in 'their' classroom that evening to go over their gathered information.

Natalie was the last to arrive, and she pulled the door shut behind her before perching on the edge of the teacher's desk at the front of the room. "Evening, guys."

Eleanor waved in her vague direction, planting her feet on the desk before her. "So. Anyone got anything interesting to report? Anything at all?"

Stewart sighed. "Well, Orla seems to be more chatty than usual. According to her, Harry is thinking of asking Lisa Turpin out."

Eleanor nodded. "Owen's been saying the same sort of thing. Someone seemed to think that Seamus had a secret boyfriend, and I think he may have started that rumour as well."

Frowning, Malcolm looked between the two of them. "So Harry's getting Orla and Owen to spread false information...do you think he knows we're investigating him?"

"Oh crap," Emma muttered. All eyes turned to her. "Maddy," she explained. "I mean, geez, we discussed this in the Common Room, Mal! She probably overheard, and went straight to Harry and Seamus."

Natalie groaned. "Damn! If they know, we're never going to get anything out of them!"

"Don't worry, Nat," Malcolm reassured her. "I'm sure we'll be fine. But we did have a couple of other things to investigate...Stewart, you got anything on Lisa and Padma?"

"It's tricky," he admitted with a rueful grin. "I think Lisa's still with Justin Finch-Fletchy, though I'm not entirely sure. Padma, on the other hand, I still don't know."

"I think she's single," Natalie commented. "Lavender told me earlier that she'd cornered her and tried to get information, and from what she could tell, Padma sounded willing to go on a blind date with someone."

Emma nodded slowly. "Well, that's probably good, for what Hermione and the others are trying to do. I'm still not sure that it's a good idea, though."

"Speaking of the Gryffindors, and also of the Slytherins - "

"El, we weren't talking about the Slytherins."

Eleanor glared. "Hush up, Emma, trying to talk here. Anyways, as I was saying, did anyone catch where they were all headed this evening? And for that matter, why the heck were the Slyths at the Gryffie table in the first place!"

Malcolm shrugged. "Draco just showed up, grabbed Blaise and Pansy, and left. I don't think he actually said a word to them."

"He didn't," Emma confirmed. "That's all I know as well...Nat? They were at your table, after all."

Natalie shuffled back on the desk until she could cross her legs under her, placed her hands in her lap and grinned at her friends. "I was only a few seats down, so I heard practically every word."

Stewart smirked. "Do tell, my friend, do tell."

It wasn't long before Seamus returned, a large plastic bad filled with bars of Honeydukes' best chocolate in his hand and a worried expression on his face.

Harry took the chocolate and handed each of the others a bar before taking one for himself, unwrapping it and taking a bite. He then looked up at Seamus. "Okay, spill. What's bugging you?"

Sinking onto his stool, Seamus sighed. "It's nothing too bad. I just overheard a conversation between Ginny and Colin while I was in the Common Room."

Draco raised an eyebrow, looking up from the shrivelfig he was slowly and methodically cutting into centimetre square cubes. "And? What's so amazing about that?"

Seamus lazily threw his chocolate wrapper at him. "Nothing in general, but in the specific conversation, they accidentally disclosed some pretty important information."

"Are you actually going to tell us, or draw it out all bloody night?" Harry demanded, glaring over his cauldron.

"Geez, when you put it like that..." Seamus muttered. "Look, the point is, Ginny, Colin, Amanda Branstone and Alexander Avery have joined the prank war...on Snape's side."

Blaise's jaw dropped. "Alex? That traitor!"

"Er, Blaise?"

"Draco?"

"You do realise that, technically, as we are Slytherins and we are in this prank war against our own head of house, that we are the traitors? Ravenclaw has more ties with Slytherin than Gryffindor, it makes more sense for Alex to side with Snape."

Blaise glared at his friend. "Draco, stop poking logic-shaped holes in my perfectly illogical reasoning."

"From what I could make out, I think that the four of them actually approached Snape. Okay, so Alex and even Amanda I can understand, but..." Seamus trailed off and looked hopefully at Harry. "Ginny and Colin?"

Harry shrugged. "What can I say? But anyway, if Draco, Blaise, Jason and Maddy can side with us, there's no reason that they can't side with Snape. Anyway, it's no big deal. We were expecting him to find someone to be on his side, I'm actually kind of surprised it's taken him so long."

"Considering he hasn't asked us, I'm guessing that he's worked out that we've deflected," Blaise commented, grinning. "Oh well. So. Aren't we here to plot?"

An evil grin slowly spread across Harry's face. "Why yes, Blaise, I do believe we are. Shall we begin?"

Lucius Malfoy had never really realised how very much he disliked his wife until she, along with Evan Rosier and that damn Phillip Parkinson, had locked him in a cell under his own Manor with Damon Nott.

Evan had originally wanted to kill them, but Narcissa had talked him out of it. Lucius had hoped that this was a sign that she actually cared about him, at least a little, but he soon discovered that she was just keeping them alive to fuel the Polyjuice Potion that Evan and Parkinson were drinking.

Damon had spent roughly half of the time they'd been locked up unconscious, having almost immediately fallen ill after they'd been knocked out and woken behind bars.

Despite that, he spent what time he was awake worrying about what Parkinson might be telling his daughter. Lucius hoped that he was fretting needlessly, but he knew Phillip Parkinson, and if the man had any hobbies, twisting people's minds was one of them. He could be telling the girl anything.

Narcissa had visited them only hours ago, bragging. They had captured Sirius Black and Samantha Snape, and had originally planned to torture them for information. Voldemort had had other ideas, and simply wanted them dead in order to break the morale of Dumbledore's side, especially Harry Potter.

Had they not been behind bars, they would have helped Sirius and Samantha escape, discretion be damned. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do about the situation but place their hopes on the one man who might be able to get Sirius and Sam out in time.

Lucius just hoped that Nathaniel Avery was up to the task.

Nate Avery was quite aware that he had a problem. He just hadn't been quite sure of its entire magnitude until he'd gotten the chance to sit down and think about it...and then he'd been interrupted by Narcissa dropping by for several minutes to tell her of Voldemort's plans for the prisoners.

The entire situation was, to say the least, immensely complicated. It was only natural that both Voldemort and Dumbledore's sides would have spies in each other's ranks, but the way things were now...in Nate's opinion, it was a little excessive.

But that wasn't the real problem, at least not at that exact moment. No, now that Narcissa had left him in peace, it was past time he did something about Sam and Sirius.

What had began as a plotting session had quickly degenerated. Seamus and Blaise, who hadn't been particularly interested in brewing any potions, were sitting by cauldrons that were simmering lightly (thanks to Harry) and were alternating between tossing vague ideas back and forth and trying to think of ideas for pranking Snape.

Harry and Draco were sitting across the room, surrounded by a still-expanding number of cauldrons in which they were brewing potions and also experimenting with different variations.

"It's probably a good thing that Severus hasn't shown up," Draco commented as he was trying to stir one potion and add chopped chives to another. "He'd kill us for having so many cauldrons between just the two of us."

"I think kill is an inaccurate word for what he'd do to us. Sounds too..."

"Extreme?" Seamus offered.

Harry eyed him. "No, I was going to say lenient, actually. Hold it!" he snapped at Draco.

The golden haired boy froze. "What?"

"Seamus, come stir this. Clockwise, slowly," he instructed as his dorm mate gingerly joined him by the relevant cauldron. "Thank you. "Blaise, stir that one for Draco."

"Counter-clockwise, fast," Draco clarified. "Now Harry, tell me, can I move?"

"Honestly? Not yet." Harry carefully made his way over to Draco and shifted several ingredients out of the way before removing a vial from the other boy's hand and gently pushing him towards the cleared space. "Sit."

Draco blinked. "Come again?"

Harry rolled his eyes and pointed to the bench. "Sit. Please."

Utterly confused, Draco did so. "All right, are you going to explain all this?"

"Sure." He passed the vial, cap replaced, back to Draco and knelt on the ground. "Two things. One, while watching the potion you were stirring, you grabbed the bottled Shrinking Solution instead of the liquefied unicorn horn - "

"How is it even possible to liquefy?" Seamus interrupted.

"Powdered and mixed with...something...before cooked over extreme heat," Blaise told him.

"Ah. Thanks."

"Which," Harry continued. "Had you put into the potion, would have blown us all up - "

"Not to mention the lab, which would really have annoyed Snape," Blaise commented.

"Two, you had the vial tilted, and the Solution was about to get all over this."

The other three leaned over to see what Harry was talking about, and found that he was twirling a piece of string above the head of a tiny ginger kitten.

"Which would have been bad, because then you could have trodden on the poor thing," he concluded.

Looking up, Harry grinned at them. "Anyone know who this little one belongs to?"

"She's up for adoption, actually," a voice informed them from the doorway.

The boys looked up to find Severus watching them with an unreadable expression.

Harry gulped. "Uh, hiya Sevvie." He received a glare. "Um, I didn't know you had a cat."

Severus rolled his eyes. "I don't. That is one of three kittens Sam's cat Pixie gave birth to eight weeks ago. I firmly believe that they are the spawn of that cat of Granger's."

"Crookshanks?" Harry said in surprise. He studied the kitten. "Well, I suppose she does bear a slight resemblance..."

Seamus raised an eyebrow. "Not really, Har."

Harry shrugged. "Well, Pixie is jet black, so if nothing else she's got her father's colouring. Her mother's build, though, by the looks of things." He looked up at Severus. "You said Pix had three?"

"A black male who looks far more like Crookshanks than Pixie, and a torteshell female." Severus gave him a hopeful look. "I don't suppose you want one? Any of you?"

"Draco, Blaise? Seamus already has one, you see," Harry said with a sweet smile at his roommate.

The two Slytherins exchanged glances before grinning, and Draco turned to his godfather. "We'd love to take a couple in."

Severus turned to Harry. "I refuse to be conned into keeping one. You don't have a choice, you're getting a kitten."

Harry grinned. "All right. Go get the other two and we'll see who clicks with who."

"I've a better idea. Come see for yourselves...but clean this mess up first. Oh, and Harry?"

"Yes Sevvie?"

"Two things. One, don't call me Sevvie."

"And two?"

Severus just looked at him.

Harry sighed. "Two, for gods sake stop experimenting with potions without supervision, especially using so many cauldrons between so few people?"

"Exactly."

Sirius, Sam and Evan (still disguised as Lucius) all jumped as the door to the cell flew open.

Before any of them had the chance to react, a voice shouted "Stupefy!" and Evan slumped to the ground. Sam dropped to check on him as Sirius spun to face their intruder.

"Avery?" he demanded of the blond man. "What the -"

"Shut up," Nate hissed. "We don't have much time. Now, are you going to come with me and get out of here, or are you going to stay and let yourselves be killed?"

Sam, having stood up, continued to stare at him in shock, but an expression of understanding had crossed Sirius's face. "You're the one Harry was telling me about, then?"

Nate raised a bemused eyebrow. "I don't see how you expect me to know what you and your godson discussed." He gestured to the open cell door. "Coming?"

"No," Sam declared. "I want a bloody explanation! I thought Evan was on our side? If you are too, why did you stun him?"

Glaring at the unconscious form of the other man in disgust, Nate shook his head. "It is a very long story, Samantha. Suffice it to say, Evan is in fact loyal to Voldemort, and we need to get out of here before we get caught. They're planning to kill you, and soon."

Sirius moved towards the door, grabbing Sam's arm on the way past and dragging her with him. "I don't have time to explain why, Sammy, but he's on our side. We need to get going." He looked at his still-resisting friend. "Harry trusts him, and so do I. Are you coming?"

Sam sighed. "All right, but I expect a full storytelling session once we're safe."

Nate grinned and preceded them out the door. "Naturally, my dear. Just as long as we come out alive."

After discussing the conversation that had transpired between the sixth years at dinner, the Five had fallen into a contemplative silence. Finally, it was broken.

"I think we need a plan of attack," Natalie announced suddenly.

Emma looked up at her questioningly. "Attacking who?"

Natalie rolled her eyes affectionately. "I meant we need to do something about all this. And we need to decide what to tell Ron, Hermione, Dean and Lavender. Do we admit that Harry and Seamus are onto us, or do we keep quiet and hope Harry doesn't work out who hired us?"

"Plus we ought to think of some way to mislead Orla and Owen," Eleanor added. "Think they'd fall for being accidentally let in on some 'classified information'?"

Stewart and Malcolm exchanged an amused grin as the girls began to hash out a plan. Between the three of them they would come up with the basics, then the two of them would fine-tune the details.

Severus was convinced he was insane. He had to be, didn't he? He had, after all, just invited Harry, Seamus, Blaise and Draco into his quarters to meet, pick and probably name their future kittens.

Although, it was really only a question of Harry and Blaise choosing, as Draco had picked up the ginger female that had been in the lab and carried her here, and seemed to be quite attached to her.

Listening to Draco's occasional 'ow's, it seemed to be a mutual attachment.

"So, what are you going to call her?" Harry asked as he scratched the kitten under the chin. The four boys were waiting while Severus gave the password to the portrait that protected his quarters (and argued with it about the merits of inviting students in).

Draco looked down at the ball of ginger fluff that was currently purring loudly and flexing her claws. He winced. "Ow. I don't know. I'm really, really bad at naming things. Seamus's ca - ow! - cat kept hissing at my suggestions; I had to have Blaise think of something before he was satisfied..." He looked up and rolled his eyes at Seamus. "Although, with a name like Fluffy, I don't blame him."

Seamus sighed. "I'll have you know, Fluffy is very fond of his name."

"He's not, actually," Harry corrected with a wink at Draco and a pointed glare at Seamus. "Half the time he refuses to answer to it. But I'll admit that he's a picky bastard. You probably wont have any trouble with this one, she's a sweetie." As if to prove it, the kitten licked his finger. He smiled. "See?"

Having finally won the argument with his anal retentive guardian, Severus turned to the students. "You lot coming?"

They followed him inside. Blaise and Seamus, who had never been there before, were pleasantly surprised, while Harry and Draco watched them with amusement.

Completely contrary to popular student belief, Severus's quarters were NOT done in various shades of black with the occasional green accent. Largely due to Sam's influence in decorating tastes, the stone walls were adorned with velvet drapes, alternating colours between a warm burgundy and dark green (as close a concession to house colours as Sam would allow). The armchairs and couches were the same burgundy with green cushions, both velvet. Between them was a large, dark wooden chest, on which were (currently) several books on potions and one on caring for newborn kittens. The carpet was the same green as the drapes.

Seamus was the first of the two boys to regain the power of speech. "Wow, Professor. If I wasn't certain that you'd poison me in my sleep, I'd kick you out and live here myself."

Severus snorted. "I wouldn't poison you in your sleep, Finnigan. I'd do so during your evening meal."

Draco grabbed Blaise and Seamus and shoved them down onto one of the couches, before dropping onto the second across from them, placing his kitten carefully on his lap and stroking her.

Able to hear her purring from the doorway, Severus snorted again before sitting in the armchair closest to the fire. "Harry, I'm sure you can find - "

"Kittens!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, earning himself four raised eyebrows. He blushed faintly. "Er, oops? But I can't help it," he protested, looking down at the basket under the Blackwood desk where Pixie was lying with the other two kittens curled up against her.

The black cat raised her head, beginning to purr when she spotted Harry, who was kneeling by her basket. He reached out and scratched behind her ears. "Hey Pix, not to sound like I don't adore you, but I'm here to take a kitten..." He turned and grinned at Blaise, who had joined him on the floor. "Shall we wake them?"

Blaise smiled and reached into the basket. His hand emerged a moment later full of black kitten, which was staring up at the white haired Slytherin with blue eyes. Blaise eyed Harry.

Harry, however, didn't notice, as he was occupied with the calico kitten he'd extracted and was now rubbing the stomach of and earning himself a purr louder even than Draco's kitten had managed.

"Are we gonna fight, or are you happy?"

The Gryffindor laughed. "My kitten, Zabini. What are you going to call him? Are you any better than Draco at naming?"

Blaise looked at his kitten for barely a few seconds before declaring him, "Murphy. He looks like a Murphy."

With a laugh, Seamus nodded. "You're right, he does."

Harry opened his mouth, probably to comment or even name his own kitten, but suddenly shut it with an audible click of his teeth. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at his kitten with a far off expression. "Oh my god," he muttered finally. "Oh my god."

"What?" Draco demanded from the couch.

An incredibly evil grin spread across Harry's face. "I know what Plan B is going to be."

Harry, Draco, Seamus and Blaise had quickly bade farewell to Severus, grabbed their respective kittens, given Pixie a quick pat and raced back to the potions lab as fast as possible, before pulling chairs together and sitting down.

Seamus, the only one not encumbered by a small feline, also found a roll of parchment and Harry's self-inking quill before joining the others.

"Well?" Blaise demanded. "What have you got?"

Still grinning in a decidedly evil fashion, Harry gave his kitten a gentle hug before he spoke. "Well, I don't have the exact specifics, but that's what you guys are here for."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Gee, I feel so loved." Seamus poked him.

"But what I do have, really ought to help. Seamus?"

"Harry?"

"Title: What will be needed for the implementation of Plan B."

Seamus began to write.

"We need one Shrieking Shack."

Draco began to grin.

"Two stubborn sixth year Gryffindor Prefects."

Blaise snickered.

"Something from Honeydukes that both Ron and Hermione like - I don't know what yet, but we'll get there."

Seamus sighed and spoke aloud as he amended Harry's somewhat rambling statement. "Treats from Honeydukes."

"One willing werewolf. I doubt one will be at all difficult to obtain."

"Knowing Remus, he'll probably jump at the chance," Seamus commented. "And after too much chocolate, that might just be literal jumping."

"Also needed will be four plotting students, and three plotting kittens."

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "I think we've got that covered."

"And finally, two sleeping potions...or spells. Whichever. The point is to have Ron and Hermione unconscious."

"So far, I'm really liking the sound of this plan," Blaise told him. "I'm taking a wild guess here, but...okay, so knock Ron and Hermione out, lock them in the Shrieking Shack next weekend, with the Honeydukes stuff...so why do we need Lupin?"

Harry shrugged. "Several reasons. One, he wants to be involved. Two, we might need his help. Three, he tends to hang about in Hogsmeade on weekends, so he wont be at all conspicuous..."

Blaise nodded. "All right, that makes sense. Now, by my reckoning, it's about time Snape got another pranking. Think Remus will mind if we plan something for class?"

"Not as long as Draco's taking pictures," Harry assured him. "Got any ideas?"

The Slytherin smirked. "Oh, maybe one or two. So, what was that green goo you were cooking up in two of those cauldrons?"

Harry tilted his head questioningly. "What, the jelly?"

Blaise nodded. "Yep. Draco, you remember that big glass box we were experimenting on in the summer?"

Beginning to grin, Draco nodded. "I think I see where this is going. I like it."

Snickering, Seamus nodded. "Oh, me too."

SAM & SIRIUS: We got free!

AVERY: Would a 'thank you' really hurt so very much?

SAM & SIRIUS: (Droning voice) Thank you, Nate.

AVERY: That's better.

VOLDEMORT: (Sulking)

TOM: Would you quit it? We still haven't found that ring yet.

VOLDEMORT: Why why why why WHY are people always spying on me?

REMUS: (Slowly) Uh, because you're evil?

VOLDEMORT: (Sighs)

EVAN: If it helps, you realise this means that Parkinson, Narcissa and I are all loyal.

NARCISSA: And to be honest, you said yourself that you didn't think Lucius's heart was in it.

VOLDEMORT: Well, I suppose…

SALAZAR: Cheer up; you've still got your masses of minions!

TOM: Where the hell have you been?

SALAZAR: Here, there, everywhere…and while I was gone, I found this…(Holds out ring)

VOLDEMORT: Where did you find it!

TOM: Thanks Salazar! (Reaches for ring)

BELLATRIX: (Snatches ring) Oh no you don't! You lost it, so I'm confiscating it until the both of you show more responsibility.

VOLDEMORT: I command a very large amount of Death Eater troops, how more responsible do you want me to be?

BELLATRIX: Well, the day you command a large amount of Death Eaters without there being several spies for Dumbledore in your ranks would be a nice start.

VOLDEMORT: (Sighs) It's not my fault…

SEVERUS: Sam?

SAM: Yes dear?

SEVERUS: Don't you 'yes dear' me! You went and got yourself captured and left me with kittens!

SAM: Think of it this way, you don't have them any more.

SEVERUS: Good point. On the other hand, I ended up with four students in our lounge room, Harry came up with a Plot, and I have a REALLY bad feeling about their next Potions lesson.

SAM: Well, true.

SIRIUS: I'm just disappointed that I wont be there to see whatever they do to you.

SYLVAN: Don't worry, Draco will probably take pictures.

REMUS: He'd better. Otherwise… (Menacing glare)

SAM: Can I just point something out, Sirius?

SIRIUS: Sure.

SAM: We're free!

SIRIUS: Whoo hoo!

VOLDEMORT: And I was so looking forward to having you killed, too.

EVAN: Maybe next chapter.

SIRIUS, SAM & AVERY: What?

NARCISSA: Oh, you didn't really think we wouldn't follow you if you escaped, did you?

SIRIUS & SAM: (Gulp)

AVERY: Oh dear. Mental note, make a careful escape…

Oh yay, they're finally going to let me post. (Sighs).

James: Are we?

Sylvan: Because we really don't have to, you know.

James: He's right, we could keep you here all night.

Sylvan: But we won't.

James: Because someone might pull the 'bats on us…or poke.

Sylvan: And we don't really want that, do we?

James: No, my dear, we do not.

Sylvan: So go ahead, post away.

(Sighs again) Oh how incredibly generous of you both. Oi….

Anyway, please review, despite the vampiric interruptions…

Heh.

SW