Chapter Six

I walked down to the dungeons with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Benji. I had every class with them, except for Divination and Care of Magical Creatures. Benji and Hermione take Arithmancy then. For Care of Magical Creatures, Benji takes Ancient Runes instead. He had a very bad experience with a salamander. Ouch.

I managed to bag a seat next to Benji, before Snape came in. "Today, we will be making a Love Draught. This is a less intense version of Toujous Amore. This potion will induce friendly feelings at the very least and love at the most, depending on the intensity," he says. I gasp. This was not good; Toujous Amore is an extremely potent love potion. One drop and you'll be in love for a whole week. So, what would a less intense version do to you? "The instructions are on the board, this potion, by the way, will help bring out your true feelings to one another and elevate them. And you will be working in partners," Everyone starts looking at people that they want to pair up with; suddenly there's a knock on the door.

"Come in," says Snape. My sister comes into the classroom. "Yes, what is it Miss Black?" he says, impatiently. "Well sir, Professor Watson said that I'm advanced for the sixth year class so she instructed me to join the seventh year class," she said, grinning. "I see, well, please take a seat in between Mr. Black and the other Miss Black and we will get started," he said. The Slytherins looked horrified that all three Black siblings were in the Potions Class. Luckily, for us, Potions is our strongpoint.

"As I was saying, you will be working in partners that I choose," he said. "Mr. Malfoy, you will be with Miss Black, the younger Miss Black," he says. Chloe starts grumbling and moves her stuff next to Malfoy. "Mr. Black, you will be with Miss Parkinson, next to Mr. Malfoy and Miss Black," Benji looks horrified and grudgingly moves to the front of the class next to the pug faced girl. "The other Miss Black, since you keep on staring obsessively at Mr. Potter, please move next to him, on behind Mr. Malfoy," I blush because he just announced that I was staring at Harry, and was horrified that I had to sit behind Malfoy. Ron was with Daphne Greengrass and Hermione with Gregory Goyle, the other Neanderthal.

I guess I got lucky.

I moved my stuff behind Malfoy and Harry came afterwards. "So you've been staring at me?" he asked. "Hmm, well Yes, kinda, sort of, yeah," I say fast. "I see," he says turning to the blackboard.

Later

I added the last ingredient to the potion. I scooped it into three vials. One was for each of us to try, and another to give to Snapey the Snake. Ha-ha, that sounds funny. The potion was a reddish pink. If it was baby pink – it was Amorite, the mildest of love potions, if it was reddish pink – it was Amore, a stronger one. A blood red, well, let's just say that's Toujous Amore.

I added the final addition, one of each of our hairs. "Well, cheers," I said. "Yeah, cheers," he said. I drank the whole thing down and waited for Harry. I look at the rest of the class. Ron was flirting with Daphne; Hermione was shaking hands with Goyle. Chloe and Malfoy were actually speaking civilly while Pansy was flirting with my brother. I saw random people hugging, holding hands, kissing and it generally stopped at kissing.

I looked at Harry and he suddenly pulled me towards him and kissed me. Kissed me hard, I really enjoyed it. We pulled away for air. "So this is how you really feel?" I ask. "Yes, in fact. This is no exaggeration," he replied. "Then this isn't either," I replied, kissing him harder. Chloe stopped talking to Malfoy for a minute and looked at us. "I was wondering when you'd do that," she remarked. "HARRY POTTER! That's my sister you're kissing," said Benji. "No, I started it," I said, before kissing Harry again.

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Nothing interesting happened during Transfiguration unless you count Benji showing off his Weather Wizard-ness. Oh and McGonagall noticed that my lips were red and slightly swollen. She also looked at Harry's and asked the class to explain. The Slytherins and Gryffindors explained what Snape did, but couldn't decipher whether this was the crush talking or the potion's effects. How embarrassing, since this potion will last the whole day.

It's lunch now.

I walked to lunch with Harry. "So…Roxxi, do you have a date for Hogsmeade or the Welcoming Dance?" asked Harry. "Well…no I don't," I reply. "Well, would you be my date to the Welcoming Dance and Hogsmeade?" he asked, in a very hopeful voice. "Well…yeah! So, I have to go buy a dress for the dance, so meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 11.00am, okay?" I said. "Yeah, that'll be great," he said.

I walked into the Great Hall, almost floating on air. "Ooh…the Harry-kisser's happy, I wonder what happened," said Chloe, in a singsong voice. "You know, he is a good kisser. Anyway, I got a date for Hogsmeade AND the Dance," I said, grinning. "Oh good for you, Ron asked me," said Hermione. "Gabriel asked me. I have a weird feeling that he's my soul mate," said Chloe, dreamily. "Well, I only know one boy with green eyes," said Hermione.

"Is there anyone with Purple eyes?" I ask. "Well, yeah. Carmen Griffiths. She's in Ravenclaw. She's one of those rebel-types," says Hermione. "Oh yeah, definitely Benji's type," say Chloe and I at the same time. "Hey Benji," I call to him, where he's talking with Ron, Harry and Gabriel. "What?" he asked. "Check out Carmen Griffiths, purple eyes, Ravenclaw," I said. As soon as I said purple eyes, his expression lit up. See, Benji has never really found anyone with purple eyes. Therefore, finding one girl with purple eyes is like Christmas-come-early for him.

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We walked into Divination. "Who teaches Divination?" I asked. "Sybil Trelawney, she's really off her rocker," said Ron. "She says she's a real seer, yeah…right!" said Harry. "Well, I know she is. She only acts mystical because she wants to hide the fact that she can't control her visions, very few with the gift of Sight can," I say. "How do you know?" asked Ron. "Ron, if you've forgotten, I have the Sight! Remember, Chloe – Future, Benji – Present, and me – Past. I have seen why you have arachnophobia and why Harry is always shy around girls.

Oh – wait that's telepathy. I've also seen Hermione's first attempt at magic and how Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes had funding," I say.

"How did they get funding anyway?" asks Ron. "I can't say. A certain someone didn't want people to know," I say, rolling my eyes.

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"Welcome to Divination, I have Seen that another with the Sight has entered this class," said a mystical voice from the shadows. "Oh yeah, that's Trelawney," says Ron. A woman with oodles of necklaces and bracelets and these HUGE spectacles came out. Hmmph, she looks like a dragonfly. She walks around and suddenly stops at the table. "You child, what is your name?" she asks. "Roxanne Black, Professor Trelawney," I reply. She suddenly has some sort of spasm and starts speaking in a hoarse voice. "The Chosen One has found his soul mate. She must admit to him before the full moon, lest she be gone forever. His soul mate, the Unsure Fated, will defer the Dark Lord twice before the Final Battle during the dark of the moon…," she says.

"Bloody hell, was that a...prophecy?" asked Ron. She had said it loud enough for the whole class to hear. "Um, yeah…" I said, blushing heavily. "But who is the Chosen One and the Unsure Fated, I heard you say that in your prophecy," he said. "Gee Ron, say it louder! I don't think the aliens in Pluto heard you," I say, bitterly. "Oh dear, what happened?" asked Professor Trelawney. "You prophesised Professor," I say. "What was the Prophecy?" she asks. "The Chosen One has found his soul mate. She must admit to him before the full moon, lest she be gone forever. A father and friend, who were gone, will return. His soul mate, the Unsure Fated, will defer the Dark Lord twice before the Final Battle during the dark of the Harvest moon…," I quoted. "The Chosen One and the Unsure Fated…I remember that. I have said that in my previous prophecies," she said, thinking.

"Class dismissed, but Mr. Potter and Miss Black, please stay behind," she said. Ron got up and said, "You had better tell me, I'll be waiting outside," he said, walking to the trap door. He walked out and we walked over to Trelawney.

"I know who are the Chosen One and Unsure Fated," she said. "Yeah, the both of us," we say. "Well, that's good you know your own prophecies. Nevertheless, do you know the meaning of this one," she said, sounding very matter-of-fact. "The Chosen One has found his soul mate. She has to tell him before the full moon, before she is gone forever. Someone's father and friend who are dead will return. Unsure Fated is his soul mate; she will make sure Voldermort does not kill the Chosen One before the Final Battle that will occur during the dark of the harvest moon. Which occurs during November," I say, gloomily. "Oh dear, this is very, very bad," she says. "Great, that's Just Great! Death Day has been brought forward to November. Someone please plan my funeral," I say, whacking my head on the desk. "Hey…Isn't the Full Moon this Saturday?" says Harry.

"GREAAAT…Full Moon This Saturday. Soul Mate Clueless, or is he? Do I tell him? Yes," I mutter, mainly to myself, but it was loud enough for the rest to hear…