Undone
by Healer Pomfrey
All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.
COMPLETELY AU! Partly OOC.
It is my story, and I intend to write it the way I want it. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Reviews are very welcome, as they inspire my muse. Thank you very much for the kind feedback on the previous chapter!
On the following day, Remus and Sirius accompanied the five children to Hogsmeade, where they made a bee-line for Honeydukes. It was in front of the shop that Tom, who was striding ahead with Alex, suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
"How do we know how many chocolate frogs to buy?" he spoke up. "We don't know how many first-years we're going to have in our house."
"Let's just buy twenty," Harry replied, grinning. "There will be some left, but we can share them among us."
Everyone agreed, chuckling, and, knowing that Harry had more money than any of them, they reluctantly accepted that he paid for a box that contained two dozen chocolate frogs.
"All right, where else do you need to go?" Sirius asked in clear amusement, once they were back on the main street.
"That depends," Alex spoke up, glancing at his sister. "If you want our father to know that we're going to brew a prank potion, we can ask him for the ingredients, otherwise, we need to buy them."
Seeing that everyone looked at her in expectation, Gwendolyn shook her head in exasperation. "Alex, you know that Dad will want to know what we're brewing anyway, so we can as well ask him for the ingredients."
"Can we go to the bookshop for a moment?" Luna spoke up, and everyone agreed.
"Thank Merlin I transferred all money from Quirrell's vault to my own, when I opened my account with Gringotts," Tom whispered to Harry, as they trailed behind the others.
"How?" Harry asked in confusion. "You could access Quirrell's vault as long as you were him, but you could only make your own account as Tom, couldn't you?"
Tom smirked. "You know, there's always... oh well, in most cases… a loophole," he replied and explained, "Amelia introduced me to Buckbean a few weeks ago, so he knew about my changing identities. I wrote a letter to him and opened my account and at the same time asked him to become my account manager, stating that I was a friend of yours. Then on the day before I took the potions, I went to see him and transferred everything. That was my last action as Quirrell."
"Oh all right," Harry said in understanding, thinking that Tom was really clever.
'Don't tell Tom I said this, but I wonder why neither Amelia nor Buckbean mind that he killed Quirrell. If I had killed someone, I'd surely not admit it to a goblin let alone the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,' Harry thought to Luna, glancing at the girl.
'Harry, he did not kill him. It was the troll, even if Tom might have assisted a bit by not fighting it,' Luna thought back, before she reminded him to not use much Telepathy.
'Yes Mum,' Harry replied, annoyed.
HP
When they were finished shopping, Sirius invited the five friends to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer and a sandwich, and they had much fun with Sirius telling them stories about his own time at Hogwarts as a student. Only when they returned to Hogwarts did Harry realise that it was already far beyond lunchtime.
"Hogsmeade was so much fun, I didn't even notice how fast the time passed," Luna spoke up, wearing her dreamy expression, which Harry liked so much, knowing that it meant contentedness.
"Yes, it was really fun," Gwendolyn agreed. "I can't wait until we're going to be third-years and allowed to go to Hogsmeade every now and then."
"Yeah me too," Alex added, announcing that he was going to give his sister a shopping list before each Hogsmeade visit.
"Well, you can give me a list, but that doesn't mean that you'll get anything in return," Gwendolyn replied, smirking.
"Better give your list to Harry or Tom," Luna threw in, wearing a blank expression. "They're gentlemen."
HP
It was on the last day of the holidays that Gwendolyn, Alex and Harry spent the afternoon in the Potions classroom to brew a complicated prank potion under the Potions Master's supervision. Apart from the professor, only Alex knew what the effects would be, as he had found the recipe in one of his father's books.
"Alex, why don't you tell us what the effects are?" Gwendolyn asked while carefully preparing the ingredients.
"Ah, that wouldn't be fun for you tomorrow," Alex replied, grinning broadly.
"It's not dangerous, is it?" Gwendolyn asked in a stern voice.
"Do you really believe that I'd allow you to brew a dangerous potion let alone feed it to your housemates?" Snape queried, quirking an eyebrow.
"No Dad, sorry," Gwendolyn replied, causing Harry to feel slightly reassured.
"It's going to wear off before the beginning of the first morning class on the day after tomorrow, right?" Harry asked, just to make sure that they wouldn't be in trouble.
"Of course," Snape replied curtly, sounding bored by the soon to be second-years' worries.
While Gwendolyn prepared the ingredients, Harry brewed the concoction, and Alex watched his every move to make sure that the potion was brewed correctly. After two hours of concentrating on their task, an almost colourless liquid was simmering in the cauldron.
"Finished," Harry spoke up, tentatively glancing at the professor, who stepped over to their workplace and closely examined the potion.
"It looks correct," he then said, smirking. "May I cast one charm at your potion?"
"Of course," Harry replied, shrugging.
However, Gwendolyn quickly grabbed her father's wand arm. "No Dad, wait. What charm and what's its effect?" she asked, her voice laced with a combination of curiosity and concern.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out," Snape replied, smirking, before he added in a firm voice, "It'll make the potion just a tad more interesting."
His children finally agreed, and the Potions Master waved his wand over the cauldron to cast the spell and consecutively bottle the liquid in a large phial. With another flick of his wand, the Potions classroom was cleaned up.
"Thank you sir," Harry said, gratefully, as he did not know the respective spell and was not in the mood of cleaning the workspace without magic.
"Cicero," Alex called his family's personal house-elf and handed him the phial. "Can you please see to it that it'll be put into the drinks at the Wallace table but only for the older students not for the first-years?"
"Cicero will see to it," the elf replied, smirking in apparent amusement.
"Thanks Cicero. You're the best," Alex thanked the elf, before everyone made their way to the Great Hall for dinner.
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At dinner, the headmaster enquired if and how they were going to get to King's Cross in the morning to catch the Hogwarts Express.
"We can take them if they wish to board the train," Sirius was the first to offer, and Remus and Regulus nodded in agreement.
However, the five friends decided to skip the travel on the Hogwarts Express, and Harry inwardly grinned when the old wizard tried to convince Tom that it would be worth riding on the Hogwarts Express since it was his first time.
"Thank you sir, but I prefer to remain here with my friends," Tom replied, coolly.
"Perhaps we could join our friends at the station in Hogsmeade?" Gwendolyn suggested, giving her mother a pleading look, only to receive an unobtrusive nod. Apparently, her mother had understood that her children and their friends wanted to spend some quality time in Hogsmeade before the beginning of the school year.
HP
After a longer visit to Flourish & Blotts on Gwendolyn's and Luna's request, Harry suggested spending the last thirty minutes before the Hogswarts Express was due to arrive at The Three Broomsticks having a butterbeer.
"You're going to have dinner right after the Sorting," Rosie commented in clear surprise, causing Harry to chuckle.
"That might be," Tom replied, smirking, "but we're not really keen on drinking much during the welcoming feast tonight."
"Especially since we don't know what the effects of the prank potion are," Gwendolyn added, glaring at her brother.
HP
In spite of the butterbeer, Harry felt extremely thirsty and could not wait for the Sorting to finish. Eight students became sorted into Wallace house, among them Alex Dumbledore, his girl-friend Birgit and, to Harry's secret annoyance, Ginny Weasley. 'Oh well, maybe she's nice. It's not her fault that her mother and Dumbledore wanted me to become betrothed to her, and she isn't responsible for her brother's actions either,' he thought, resolved to give the youngest Weasley a chance.
From the other side of the Great Hall, the Wallace students could hear Ronald Weasley loudly protest at his sister's Sorting, making the second-years grin in amusement.
By the time the meal popped up on the tables, Harry was utterly relieved to be able to drink some pumpkin juice, not even thinking about the prank potion anymore.
'I suspect that Snape either spelled a potion into our stomachs to make us thirsty or Rosie cast a spell at us,' Luna thought to him, causing Harry to look up in surprise.
'That's possible,' he replied, realising that Luna, Gwendolyn and Tom were as eager to down their pumpkin juice as himself.
An instant later, Harry noticed that his vision began to become strange. While the food had been as colourful as usual, all of a sudden, everything was displayed in different shades of green.
'Everything is green,' he thought to Luna, somehow feeling extremely strange.
'Blue here,' the girl thought back.
'That's the prank,' Harry realised, feeling relieved on the one hand, as it could have been much worse, however, slightly nauseous on the other hand, as the green food did not look overly appetizing to his empty stomach.
"What the hell…"
"… who dares playing pranks…"
"… without requiring our assistance?" the Weasley twins spoke up, grinning broadly, glancing at Tom and Harry.
"Everything is red like your hair, Weasleys. How do we know that it wasn't you?" Tom replied, efficiently managing not to chuckle at the twins' surprised expressions.
"I see everything brown," Hermione said in apparent confusion.
"So apparently, everyone sees the colours of their eyes," Harry moaned, resolving to prank the Potions Master at the nearest opportunity, although he had to admit to himself that it really did not matter if they were all seeing the same colour or different ones. 'What he did was probably just a nice extra to the prank,' he thought.
HP
When the group around Tom met again in Sirius' and Remus' quarters at the end of October, Harry realised in surprise that they had won most of the teaching staff to their side. Even Professor Trelawney, who was known to barely ever leave her tower, participated in the meeting, and as far as Harry knew the staff, only the headmaster and Hagrid were missing. 'No wonder that Trelawney wants to rebel against the ministry, considering that she's betrothed to Ronald Weasley,' he thought in amusement. 'I wonder if they're really going to have children together.'
Amelia made all new members swear an oath to not reveal any information gained in the group to anyone, before the meeting commenced.
"I must tell you something closely related to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall spoke up, after Tom had informed everyone about any new plans and Amelia had added a list of ministry employees who were supporting their course. "According to Albus, Minister Fudge visited him a few days ago and announced that the ministry wants to send someone from their own staff to fill the position of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor next summer."
"No way," Regulus contradicted. "I have no intention to give up the position after just a year."
McGonagall sighed. "You might not know this, but the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is cursed, and professors never last longer than a year."
"Not anymore," Tom announced, smirking, and informed the deputy headmistress that the curse had been taken off the position.
Apparently realising that the old witch was confused by the revelation, Amelia stepped in and informed McGonagall about Tom's original identity and his suffering under his unwanted wife, Dolores Umbridge.
"I've heard that the minister and Umbridge want to try to gain more influence at Hogwarts," Amelia then confirmed, "and I've made a plan." When everyone stared at her in clear expectation, she continued, "I believe that Hogwarts could use a new subject, Politics of Britain's Magical World, and I suggest that I lend Hogwarts Nymphadora Tonks for the position. I've already spoken with her, and she'd be willing to accept working as a teacher for a while. This position would help us to find out how people think about ministry regulations like betrothal rules and sort out those who are against the current ministry."
"Amelia, that's a wonderful idea," McGonagall said, approvingly. "Severus, Rosie, Pomona, Filius, do you agree?"
Her fellow heads of the houses voiced their agreement, and the professors promised to do their best to convince the headmaster to install Politics as a new subject from the next school year onwards and hire Tonks as the professor before relaying the information to the Ministry of Magic. "How to inform Albus that the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is not cursed anymore I don't know though," McGonagall added, sighing.
Regulus chuckled. "That won't be a problem," he said in a firm voice and explained, "You can tell him that Sirius wants the position, and not only Albus but also the Ministry of Magic should feel very bad denying Sirius anything, considering that they put him into Azkaban, innocently. They owe him."
"That's true," McGonagall agreed, smiling at her new colleague.
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When the meeting was finally adjourned, Tom took Harry aside, whispering, "Please help me," and led him to Amelia. "Amelia, I have a big problem, and I hope that you'll help me to solve it," he addressed the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, sounding much less confident than Harry knew him to be.