Ch. Four Ingredients
Disclaimer: Everything except for my OC belongs to JK Rowling
Ally was eyeing her partner's cauldron. It was the next day after they had been at the library. Lily and Ally were trying to create a potion that would act as a cure for the common cold. Lily was at the front of the classroom. Looking back at Ally she pointed to the clock on the wall
Eleven twenty-four. Ally reached into her robes and drew a small tube filled with a blue substance out of her back pocket. Watching the Professor carefully her hand slipped over her partner's cauldron. As quickly as she could, she ducked under the table in time for purple ooze to explode out of the cauldron.
"Briggs!"
Briggs wiped the ooze out of his eyes.
"Yes pro—professor?" he stuttered.
"What in the world did you add?"
The professor continued to yell at Ally's partner while she slipped by and grabbed the keys to the store room off the professor's belt. Tossing them to Lily at the front of the room she went to distract Professor Slughorn more by cleaning up the ooze using a cleaning spell. (The spell made the potion expand and change colors every three seconds.)
"Oopsy!" giggled Ally.
Lily dodged her way around her classmates toward the side of the room. She unlocked the store room silently and crept in with her school bag.
"Lacewing..." She muttered to herself and began to throw random ingredients into her bag.
"Boomslang..." her wand turned red, five minute warning.
"Pixie ash..." she threw the rest of the ingredients in and rushed back into the room, closing the door with one hand and tossing the key to Ally with the other. Ally clipped the keys back on professor Trace's belt. Ally and Lily ran out of the room at the exact moment the bell rang for lunch.
They flew up to the common room with their bags bouncing against their sides. Turning a corner Lily nearly ran into a Slytherin who watched her and Ally run away.
They reached the common room and bounded up the stairs to their room gasping for breath.
"Where can we hide it?" Ally said slamming the door shut.
Lily sat down on her bad and looked around.
"Er—" She looked up. "Do you have a particular love for that disco ball up there?" she pointed.
Ally looked at her in silence before they both burst out into laughter. Ally grasped her side and slumped to the floor.
"That was so easy!" Lily gasped.
"I can't believe we got away with it!"
They paused for a second to calm down and Lily pointed to the ceiling.
"Help me get that thing down."
Ally took out her wand and with a (swish and) flick of her wand the disco ball floated down into her hands. She twisted the top off and it split in half.
"My poor disco dancing fever will suffer for this Lils... Don't worry though!" She petted the top of the disco ball. "You will be avenged!"
"Oh shush!" Lily said and took the bottom half. Turning it so it looked like a bowl she gently placed each ingredient in. Lily then twisted the two halves together (after prying the top part away from a melodramatic Ally) and levitated the ball to the ceiling again.
"I'll never forgive for that..." Ally wiped a fake tear from her eye.
"Do you think we can still make it to lunch?'
"I forgive you and yes!"
They dropped their bags off and headed down to the great hall for lunch.
"Wait!" Lily shouted holding out her arm to prevent Ally from entering the hall. "We haven't gotten all the ingredients for the potion quite yet."
"What do you mean?" Ally looked at her curiously. "Di you forget something?"
"No of course not," Lily said with a dismissive wave and turned to face Ally. "The book said we needed a bit of the person we are going to change into right.
"Ok." Ally didn't catch onto things quickly.
"So..." she paused. "What we need is like a hair or something. I can take Potter easily. He never leaves me alone. But who are you going to change into?"
"Hmmm, If you're going to change into Potter than I should probably change into Peter. He is always trailing after him.
"No you can't, we already agreed Peter doesn't know anything, Remus wouldn't blab his secret in front of Peter, he would tell everyone."
"Guess I'll have to be Black then huh?"
"Yeah..." Lily's face lit up. "I have an idea! When we walk into the hall just follow my lead!"
Lily pulled Ally through the doors and down the long tables.
Where is she going? Ally thought as she followed her. We don't normally sit at this end of the table...
Lily weaved her way around groups of students and finally sat down... right next to Potter.
"Afternoon James." she said and motioned for Ally to sit next to Sirius.
James looked over at Lily and gawked. Sirius had a look on his face as if he had just seen homework do itself.
Lily looked around James's head and pointed to Ally and then Sirius. With her hand she made plucking motion with her hand.
James and Sirius turned to look at Ally with the same dumbstruck look they had on their face.
What could she mean...? Sirius... plucking...
Lily slapped her hand to her forehead. Could that girl get any dumber? Lily grabbed a fistful of her red hair and shook it back in forth.
Sirius... James... plucking... hair... Er...Pluck Hair... but who's?...Sirius...Sirius would know who's hair to pluck? Ally gave Lily a confused look.
Lily was fed up. How hard is it for her to put things together? It's amazing she's as smart as she is if she just can't pick up the clues... Lily demonstrated using James. It was amazing that Sirius and James were still looking at Ally. She pointed to her than Sirius, then took her hand and plucked a piece of James' Hair.
Ooooooooh... I get it.
Lily knocked over a basket of rolls to distract them to look at her.
Ally took the moment to pluck that piece which she held up triumphantly and showed Lily. When she saw the hair piece Lily shot out of her seat and pulled Ally up by the arm.
"Well..." Lily and Ally looked at each other. "Goodbye James." Lily said and they ran off out into the hall. Ally and Lily turned the corner too quickly and collided into a bulky body.
"Why don't you watch where you're going... you filthy little mudblood?" Flint sneered at Lily.
"Ignore him Lils" She said as he walked away. She reached down and stuck out her hand. Lily took it and stood up with her help.
"Hold on..." Lily took out her wand and made a slicing motion toward his head and as he turned the corner Ally could see his hair turn a rather attractive shade of pink.
"Nice... I would've gone for purple."
"No," Lily said as she looked at the ground. "Not nice... I lost James' hair."
"Oh no," Ally and Lily got down on their hands and knees and scoured the ground. They covered every inch of the hallway before they stood back up. "What are we going to do?"
"Uh—Er—Oh! I don't know. Just---I CANNOT believe I am going to do this?"
"Do what? Lils?"
"Listen, when Potter comes out of the hall with his friends stall him, or just make sure you get him alone."
"Um...Ok?"
Lily sighed.
"Look even if I explained it to you it would take you forever to get it. You're good with books... but you can't take a hint."
"Right! Off I go then!" Ally said as students filed out of the great hall.
A large group of seventh year Ravenclaws blocked Ally's vision. She pushed through the crowd and spotted Potter at the back of the crowd. She was jostled and bumped but managed to push her way through to where his friends were.
"POTTER!" she shouted over the noise.
He turned around and looked at her as if she was crazy.
Well that's expected.. We did act pretty weird...
She made a 'come' motion with her finger.
Yes my pretty... I need your hair...
He rolled his eyes and followed her to the side of the hall where they could hear each other.
"What do you want?"
"Just wait... I don't know yet, Lily hasn't told me." She looked around and saw the crowd thinning out.
"What?"
"Just wait a sec."
"No way! Why are you acting so weird? What about Lil—"
He didn't get a chance to complete his sentence because he was spun around by Lily. She took his head in her hands and kissed him... on the lips...
Wait a second...plucking...
Ally picked her favorite little hair on his head and plucked.
Lily let go of his head and...
And...
And...
He fainted.
Well that's another thing to be expected in his situation... With our luck he won't remember it.