AN: Okay, I am so, so sorry for not updating for the past month. I felt stuck in this chapter, and I felt that I have just been repeating everything from canon with very few changes. I figured instead of having one more chapter before Harry goes down to the chamber, I'm gonna make a few time jumps. I hope you accept my apologies, and enjoy this next chapter! [I'll have the next chapter out as soon as it is done, and then updates will continue on monday! (yes, you will get three chapters this week!)] :D
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The Trio soon reached the bathroom, and checking that the coast was clear, they all clambered into the loo. The Potion was boiling over in the far corner, and Hermione soon ladled three servings into glass mugs.
Each of them added their cluster of hairs into their own glass, and watched as they all bubbled and gurgled. Ron and Harry's potion was each vomit coloured, with tinges of black and dark green; while Hermione's was a murky blue swirled with black and grey.
"Cheers…" mumbled Harry, as he clinked his glass with theirs.
They all tipped their goblets back and gagged at the taste. However, they pushed through and drank it all. Instantly, they felt nauseous.
Harry, wanting to watch the transformation, turned and looked into the closest mirror. His harry was receding into his head, and turned a lighter shade, a dark brown. His skin bubbled, and stretched. His famous scar disappeared, and his eyes turned into a dull blue. He grew in height and size, until his robes were almost a foot to short and were splitting at the seams.
Their feet were already bare, luckily.
"Here," said Hermione as she thrust robes into their arms. "I grabbed them out of the wash, they should fit."
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The trek down into the dungeons was fast, with Hermione leading the way since she had already found the location and password. When they stopped in front of a bare piece of stone wall Hermione whispered "Pureblood," and they all watched as the stones melted away opening up to the Slytherin Common Rooms.
Looking around, they saw it felt cold and dreary compared to their warm and comfy common room. There was a few large windows outlooking to the inside of the lake, which in one window, a few large tentacles swirled by in the water.
Lanterns were placed along the walls, all emitting a eerie green light. There was a large fireplace against the wall, with a tapestry of the Slytherin logo hanging above the mantle. There was a few short bookcases dotted around the room, and some desks that were being used by the older students.
Finally, throughout the room were black leather sofas and chairs placed in strategic areas, each with a large black fur rug underneath. In the back wall was two doors, presumably to the dormitories.
The saw Draco Malfoy, their target, sitting alone on a couch in the back of the room. Quickly heading over, they soon sat around him.
"Took you all long enough! I was waiting here for ages," spoke Malfoy, before he leaned back and laid his arm across the back of the couch he was sat on.
"Sorry," grunted Ron before throwing himself haphazardly on the couch opposite. Hermione sat beside Malfoy, while Harry went beside Ron.
"So, who do you think the heir is?" began Malfoy, as he crossed his legs and picked at his cuticles. "I honestly doubt Potter is behind it, the idiots - the lot of them are."
"Er, it's not you?" stumbled Harry, hoping that Malfoy was just putting up a front.
"Are you daft, Goyle? Of course I'm not, I would've told you if I was," Malfoy replied harshly.
"Bu-but who else could it be, if it's not you?" stammered Ron in disguise as Crabbe. Not used to his meaty hands, he swung them upwards, smashing his right hand into Harry's nose.
"Ouch!" yelled Harry, as he brought his hand up to staunch the blood flowing freely down his face.
Clambering out of their seats, Hermione spoke up first, "I'm gonna walk them to the hospital wing, the buffoons they are probably wouldn't make it on their own."
"Okay?" replied Malfoy with a confused face, before setting back into the couch.
The trio rushed out of the Slytherin common room, and ran upwards to the abandoned girls bathroom. They made it back inside just before Hermione's hair started shooting in every direction, and lightening to the chestnut brown it usually is. Harry and Ron both shrunk and bubbled back to their previous selves.
When they were back in their Gryffindor uniforms, they trudged through the castle back to their own common rooms.
They wasted a whole month brewing the polyjuice potion, only to realize they were no closer to finding the culprit. Waving goodnight to the rest of their friends, they each headed up to bed early feeling dejected.
They all just hoped that there would be no more attacks, and whoever it was grew bored.
They just didn't realize that there would be no such luck, especially for Hermione.
