Harry Potter woke the next morning early as usual, curling up in his potions lab for once, sifting through the books. As he'd woken, he'd thought that fear might not be the best way to target the Slytherins. No, he wanted something... more fearsome. Particularly, he wanted to take away their ability to be confident in their own decisions.
Maybe... maybe make a few of them for the bullies?
Actions they'd regret, and that they'd not be able to explain to themselves?
It couldn't be an Unforgiveable, but if he looked quickly and surely enough - the babbling potion took away willpower, it is possible that other, limited potions might steer people towards what he wanted.
Five hundred pages
a thousand pages.
Harry'd never disliked reading, but this was giving him an awful headache.
Finally, he came to the potion he liked best in the book, and reading ten past it, decided it was a keeper.
Now all he had to do was figure out how Forge and Gred actually smuggled potions into people's food. And, of all the things, he couldn't be seen to be asking about it. Getting a private potions lab set up was trouble enough. He'd have to prove himself useful to Quiddich by giving team mates ointments. Maybe he could even sell them? To the twenty people playing who weren't in Slytherin, at any rate. That was a ridiculously low customer base, even if they'd need it daily. And only Ollie had daily practices, right before the match.
Well that, and brew the potion of course.
[a/n: Whee! I get to do a timeskip, I think. No more "daily updates!" Yay! Leave a review!]