AU! No Voldemort rising again.
Written for the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
House: Thunderbird
Class/Task Number: Potions. Extra credit. [Belladonna] hallucination.
Word Count: 1000/1000
Harry's Hallucination
A potion drunk by Harry makes him hallucinate of his heart's desire: Hermione Granger.
"Today, ladies and gentlemen, we'll be brewing Hallucinatio. Can anyone tell me what it does?" Professor Slughorn stood at the front of the class.
"Yes, Miss Granger," he called.
"It causes the drinker to see visions of their deepest desires. But it only brings temporary relief, and people often end up addicted to it," Hermione answered.
Harry looked up from his textbook. Deepest desires, huh? He wondered if his desires had changed since his first year. This could be interesting.
"Correct, Miss Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor."
Professor Slughorn turned around to the class and continued to explain, "If anyone takes more than one small vial of the potion, they may end up comatose. And as the potion affects your senses, you are unaware of your surroundings — some people have even claimed that they had attacked people in their hallucinations but they'd done it in real life, too! So be very careful with this potion! You may start brewing."
Immediately, the class started working. They chatted amongst themselves as they added aconite, Armadillo bile and Billywig stings to their cauldrons after carefully preparing them.
"What do you think you're going to see, Dean?" Seamus questioned.
"West Ham winning, I hope. What about you, Shay?"
"Eating treacle tart and not getting fat," Seamus jokingly replied.
"Nev?" Ron asked, as he soaked and boiled his aconite to reduce its toxicity.
"My parents with me," Neville whispered, as he stared into his cauldron.
Harry knew how Neville felt, but at least his parents were alive — both Harry's parents were dead.
"Oh, I know what I'll see," Ron said as he tried to distract Neville from getting depressed.
"What?"
"It'll be me winning the House Cup," he admitted.
"Did you hear that, guys? Weaselbee thinks he can win the House Cup!" Draco jeered at Ron who turned an interesting shade of purple at his comment.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry barked as he whirled around to defend his best friend.
"And let me guess what the great Harry Potter will see — his parents alive?" Draco mocked.
"Mr Malfoy, please keep your comments to yourself," Slughorn stated as he strolled past them.
Draco scowled but turned to his own cauldron.
After finishing up, Slughorn asked them to test their potions out as homework.
Later that evening, as he lay in bed, Harry inspected his kingfisher-blue potion carefully — he was sure he'd done it right. The textbook he'd found on the shelf had explained to him how to make changes to the potion to make it even better. He'd followed the scribbled instructions to the T.
As he chugged it down, Harry thought, "Down the hatch it goes!"
He waited for the potion to take effect and closed his eyes.
A minute later, he slowly opened them. And gasped.
On his bed sat Hermione Granger with a baby in her arms! What had happened to the potion? Had he done something wrong?
But when the Hermione seated on the bed gave him a shy smile from under her half-lidded eyes, he knew it was definitely a hallucination.
His — Hermione would never do something like that!
"Harry, look at our son — he looks just like you," Hermione whispered as she moved closer.
"What?" Harry mumbled as he stared at her with wide eyes. Why was he hallucinating about Hermione having his child?
"Look at our son, Harry — we made him with so much love, didn't we?" she whispered as she leaned towards him. Her head came to rest against his chest.
It was a bizarre feeling — he could faintly smell her, and vaguely feel her head against his chest, but he couldn't touch her.
As he gazed down at the child snuggled in her arms, he was hit with all sorts of emotions he couldn't recognize. Love was predominant, though.
And suddenly, he was hit with the realization. He wanted Hermione to love him as more than just a friend! Was this his deepest desire?
"Finite Incantatem!" He cried out, and the apparition disappeared with a faint look of affection.
In his haste to jump out of bed, his legs tangled up in his blankets and he fell onto his face with a loud thud.
"Merlin's bollocks!" He roared, as blood spurted from his nose and trailed down his lips.
"Oh my god, Harry! Are you okay? Let me help you up!" The very object of his hallucinatory experience rushed into the room; her hair spilt from her usually-tight bun and framed her face delicately.
Harry watched her from his position on the ground as she managed to untangle him and throw the blanket on the bed.
"Let me heal you," she murmured as she squatted down in front of him.
Harry slowly sat up and watched her with pure adoration in his eyes. Merlin, why hadn't he noticed it before? She was the one he wanted to spend his life with!
After Hermione had gently cleansed his nose and healed it, Harry grabbed her hands in his own and yanked her forward. She stumbled and fell against his chest.
"Harry, what are you doing?" She squeaked out, surprised at his sudden behaviour.
"You'll have my babies one day," he declared as he cupped her face in his left palm.
"That… is a very creepy thing to say to a girl when you're alone together, Mr Potter," she teased, an amused glint in her eyes.
"Please say you'll have my babies. Imagine how beautiful they'll be! With your intelligence, hair and gorgeous eyes, and my Quidditch talent, they'll be unstoppable!"
"Why can't our imaginary children have your hair?" Hermione teasingly asked.
"Please don't punish them," Harry replied, a grin on his face. He pressed his forehead against hers.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I should warn you —"
Harry interrupted her.
"I'm going to kiss you now," he declared before he kissed Hermione sweetly.
He would make his hallucination come to life, one day or the other.
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