Polyjuice Potion

By Christmas Day, it was ready. After enjoying a splendid Christmas with presents, food and great company, Hermione came down to the table. "Everything's set, we just need a bit of who you're changing into," she said. "Cedric and I got it all worked out." She held out three cakes and one had a tag with the words: to pansy, love draco. "We've filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught, simple but powerful. Once they're asleep, hide them in the broomstick cupboard and get of their hairs."

"Whose hair are you ripping out then?" asked Ron.

"Millicent Bulstrode, Slytherin," she said, holding up a vial with a hair. "I got this off her robes at the Dueling Club."

"Okay, let's do this," I said.

After making the cakes levitate, we waited until Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle ate them and then stole a few clips of hair. We put on Slytherin robes we'd swiped from the laundry and then added the hairs to the potion.

"How long does this stuff last?" I asked.

"At least one hour," said Cedric, grimacing. "Bottoms up."

We all plugged our noses and drank the Polyjuice Potion. Ron and Hermione instantly turned pale and locked themselves in some stalls as Cedric and I remained out of them. The potion tasted like overcooked cabbage. My skin bubbled like a hot potion and it felt like I'd swallowed live snakes and was overcome with pain until it finally ceased. I gazed at my reflection.

My long black hair, green eyes, simple features, and height were gone. In their place was a short little girl with short black hair, black eyes, and hard features. "Unbelievable," I murmured.

"I'll say," said Cedric, grunting like Goyle. He was Goyle. "How does this buffoon ever manage to move? I feel as stiff as a board."

"Tell me about it," said Ron, in Crabbe's body. "This is way too weird."

"Hermione, are you coming out?" I asked.

"I-I don't think I'm going. You go on without me," she said, in a high-pitched voice. "Don't worry about me, just go! You're wasting time!"

Arguing with Hermione's usually not worth it, so we went out and began looking for the Slytherin common room. Eventually, we heard Malfoy shouting at us. "Crabbe, Goyle, where've you two been? Pigging out in the Great Hall, all this time?" He turned to me. "Where've you been, Pansy, dear?"

"Just trying to get this two back to common room, Draco," I said, as sweetly as I could. "They simply wouldn't listen to me. You know how they are."

"Indeed I do," said Malfoy. "Come on. We've got loads to talk about."

He led us down to the dudgeons and got us into the Slytherin common room which was creepy and revolting. "Well sit down," he said. "You wouldn't the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the Wizarding World all of them."

Ron's hand clenched into a fist.

"What's the matter with you, Crabbe?" asked Malfoy.

"He's got a stomachache," said Cedric.

"You know, I'm surprised that the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks. I supposed Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. Father always said Dumbledore was the worst thing that's ever happened to this place."

"You're wrong!" said Cedric.

"What, you think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore? Well, do you?" said Malfoy.

"He means Helena Potter's worse than Dumbledore, Draco," I said. "Don't you agree?"

"You're absolutely right," said Malfoy. "Saint Potter! And people actually think that she's the Heir of Slytherin? As if Salazar would choose someone like her or a girl! The legend says an Heir, not an Heiress, the idiots."

I then began massaging Draco's shoulders while trying not to vomit. "Draco, why don't you tell us about the Chamber and Salazar's Heir? You know how I love to hear you talk about that stuff, especially when it's the sound of your voice."

Malfoy smiled while Cedric and Ron looked revolted. "Well, if you insist, Pansy, dear. I wish I knew who the Heir was, but Father won't say anything about who it was. It was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he did say that last it was opened, a Mudblood died so it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me, I hope it's Granger."

Ron then rose in anger and Cedric had to force him back down. "What's the matter with you two? You're acting very odd," said Malfoy.

"It's his stomachache," said Cedric, while hissing, "Calm down!"

"Hair!" I hissed, as Ron's red hair began to emerge. Our hour was up. Ignoring Malfoy's protests, we ran back to Myrtle's.

"That was too close," said Ron.

"I'm going to need therapy after seeing you and Draco like that, Helena," said Cedric.

I scowled at him. "If one word of this is ever spoken again, I'll kill you both," I warned, as they laughed. "Hermione, come out. We've got loads to tell you!"

"Go away!" she said.

Myrtle poked her head through the stall. "Ooh, wait until you see. It's awful."

"Hermione, are you alright?" asked Cedric, pushing the stall door open.

"No," she said. "Do you remember how I said the Potion was only meant for human transformations? It was a cat's hair I plucked off Millicent's robes." She suddenly had a furry brown face, ears and a tail.

"Oh, crud," I muttered.

Ron covered her with his cloak. "Come on, we'll take you to Madame Pomfrey. She never asks too many questions."