Once again, the characters don't belong to me, wish they did though.

A/N: I have a few ideas running around and a few started, I'll try to get them out as soon

as possible. Thanks for my lone review, you know who you are, and I'll see what I can

do to make things easier. First time poster after all. '……' Indicates thought

"…….." Speech

….. Parsle Oh, and as far as plot goes, I'm shooting for Harry comes into new powers (new idea

there huh?) ends up getting soul bound to someone he'd rather not, they find out many

things, do lots of stuff (don't want to give it all up now do I?) but, my ideas a fickle and

may change with the wind. Keep reading though I do have an outline of most of it.

Any flames will be used for roasting marshmallows.

The Potion

Harry headed out of the astronomy tower and headed back to Gryffindor tower. He gave

The Fat Lady the password, and climbed through the passage to the common room.

Seeing no one was awake yet, he decided to go shower and head down to the great hall.

He showered and dressed in a set of dark green robe that he bought in Diagon Alley in

the summer. He left Gryffindor tower as he heard the early risers start to wake.

Harry entered the Great Hall to see the professors busy setting up where the staff table

usually sat. In its stead, a long booth that was divided into sections with privacy screens

in front of each section stood. Professor Snape was levitating in crates of potions.

Professors McGonagall and Sinastra were bringing in sheets of parchment, Dumbledore

followed in behind them carrying a ledger and a large bright pink quill.

Harry sat down at the end of one of the tables and took out the thick tome he was

currently working on. The book, being quite the find, was found in a dark corner of one

of the many family vaults he inherited on his birthday. It turned out to be a very

interesting read, but then again any obscure potions book written by Salazar Slytherin

himself, and in parsle yet to boot, was pretty much a give to be interesting.

Harry glanced up from the potion he was currently on when he felt the tingle of his

proximity spell indicate someone was headed his way. Wonder upon wonder,

Dumbledore was headed down the length of the hall toward him. He marked his page

and closed his book.

'One of these days that infernal twinkle is going to push me just one step to far.'
"Ah, Harry, my boy." Harry clenched his teeth. "You're up early I see." Harry narrowed his eyes, not saying anything, he didn't trust the meddling old man

anymore, and he wasn't about to pretend that he did. The headmaster cleared his throat. "Ah well, seeing as you're the first here, how about

we go ahead and get you taken care of?" Harry looked the old wizard straight in the eye. "I'd rather not be doing this at all."

The headmaster's twinkle went down a notch or two at the statement. "Harry, son, I am

sorry, but we do what we must, now if you will follow me." Then the headmaster turned

and headed up to the raised dais. Harry, knowing he had no other choice, stood and followed. They came up on the

platform to the nearest booth. "With all due respect, sir, I am not your son, nor your boy, and I would appreciate it if

you refrained from referring to me as such." Harry stated coldly. Professors McGonagall and Sprout gasped in shock to hear the golden boy speak so

disrespectfully to the headmaster, while Professor Snape just raised an eyebrow at the

statement. Dumbledore's twinkle went down another notch. "Very well, Harry." He turned to the

potion that Snape sat on the table in the booth, took a piece of parchment from Professor

McGonagall and set it beside the small vial. "Even a complete imbecile like you can't botch this." Snape sneered. "Take the needle

from the cork; stick your finger, any will do; add a few drops of your blood; recork;

shake it up; take the dropper, and drop the mixture onto the parchment one drop at a time,

until a name appears: think you can manage?" Snape asked sarcastically. "I'll see what I can do, sir." Harry answered coldly. Harry followed the directions and

started dropping the potion onto the paper as letters slowly appeared spelling out the

name of his future bonded. Huh, imagine that, a cliffie…

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