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Chapter Seventeen

New Sight

As everyone else in Gryffindor Tower snoozed happily, Harry looked out the window of his room at the dreary weather that had settled in around Hogwarts Castle. It seemed so much had happened in such a short time. A scant few months ago he and Ginny were boyfriend and girlfriend, and now she was marrying Neville and having his baby. It seemed hard to believe. He was really happy that he'd met someone new so quickly. For once he wasn't the topic of conversation and curiosity at Hogwarts- someone else was.

And that someone else was beautiful, talented and funny- someone he could envision spending the rest of his life with, in fact. For the first time in his magical life, he couldn't wait until it was time to study Potions. Tomorrow morning he'd be sitting in the Potions lab all alone with George, and he planned to tell her how much he fancied her, and ask her out. Why waste time with small talk for weeks on end? He knew how he felt, and there was no reason to wait.

He was excited that his new-sight potion had arrived that very afternoon- great timing. He'd take it now before bed, and in the morning awaken with brand new eyes, and a brand new look. Not that Harry was concerned about his looks. After spending all the time she did with Snape, almost anyone was bound to look hot to George. Harry took off his glasses and glanced one last time out of the tower window before retiring. He was surprised to see a strange shape circling- dark and foreboding. "No, it couldn't be," Harry thought, "it must be a weird cloud formation." Nothing could worry Harry tonight in his good mood, as he settled into a deep sleep.

The sun was shining brightly when Harry opened his new eyes for the first time, nearly blinding him with both light and clarity. "This is amazing! Ron! Do I look any different? I sure feel different!"

"No, you look like the same old Harry, Harry. My condolences to you, as always."

"Very funny. Nothing can get me down this morning, mate," Harry retorted.

"Harry, I never thought I'd see the day that you'd be fantasizing about getting to the Potions lab. You're a mess. Come on. Let's have a quick breakfast before you head off to your 'rendez-vous', Romeo."

Harry left the Great Hall in record time for a meal. He had still never gotten used to having unlimited quantities of food, after his long incarceration with the Dursley's, and usually took full advantage of Hogwarts meals. This morning was something special though, and he couldn't wait to get down to the dungeons. When Harry flew into the lab, George was already there setting up. "I'll be just a few minutes, Harry. Why don't you put down your books and get settled."

He took a good look at her as she set up the ingredients, jars and bottles and lit the cauldron burners. "Wow! That was some potion I took last night. I can see so clearly, it's unbelievable," Harry thought.

His expression became perplexed as he focused on George, and not what she was doing. Yesterday, he'd been over the moon about her looks. Her hair was lustrous, skin perfect, with eyes like shimmering pools of water. Well, anyway, that's how he'd described her to Mrs. Weasley when she'd gotten him alone at The Burrow. Now, in the bright light of morning and with his brand new eyesight, he had to confess to himself that she wasn't what he had recently rhapsodized about. Frankly, she looked... plain. She was simply a handsome girl with brown hair, a pair of eyes in their sockets and a friendly demeanor. What had he been thinking? "Talk about 'rebound'! Give a girl an unusual name and a foreign accent, and I give myself a wife," Harry thought to himself. "What must everyone be thinking of me- some idiot!"

Little did Harry know, but George was sneaking glances at him as well. Like Harry, she was second guessing her original opinion of him in the light of a new day. "Boy, a guy has an exciting reputation and a foreign accent, and I make him my husband. What was I thinking? Now that Draco Malfoy, he's a catch," George thought to herself. "Let's get down to business, Harry," George suggested. Harry agreed and they quickly got through his tutorial. George was an excellent teacher, and a nice person. Harry was glad she was a new friend, and relieved that he hadn't blurted out all the crazy things he'd been thinking since he first met her. George was glad too that she had made another new friend, and happy that nothing more had developed between them. She'd hate to have had to break up with him so soon after his break-up with that Ginny Weasley girl- which she knew she'd have to do if she would have any chance with Draco. "Now that's a cool name," George thought. "I wonder how he feels about Americans?"

Severus Snape sneaked one last glance out of the inner door from his office leading into the Potions lab. He couldn't recall when he had smiled so broadly as often as he had in the last month. First, Georgia had come into his fold as the most extraordinary witch he'd ever met. Second, little Ginny Weasley had sought his help in a most ingenious plot- always fun. Third, he was watching first hand the crash and burn of the budding Georgia/Potter relationship. Fourth, the wheels were in motion for Georgia to form an attachment to Draco Malfoy- someone he could easily control and dismiss when the time came.

He'd have to send some type of coded owl message to Miss Weasley as their plan progressed, and he'd have to remember to give her an 'A' in Potions when she returned to Hogwarts. She'd certainly done her homework! Snape hadn't done any enchantment and disenchantment charms in so long, he'd forgotten that adding a dash of Briar of Disillusion and a ground hair of George's to Harry's eye potion would make him see her in a whole new way. Intercepting the package was no challenge. He'd only had to tell Dobby it was filled with a dungbomb from some nut for Harry, and to bring it to Snape right away. Then it was simple for him to concoct his own potion for George to see a new Harry as well. And it was a good thing that Miss Weasley had kept a locket of his hair... The only hard part had been getting it to dissolve fully in what George thought was her morning 'tea'. But now that was all accomplished, and he only needed to see it play out. Life could not possibly get better.