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A/N Cool beans. Okay, on to business. I am opening a poll, well, two polls, here they are.
Who should Seven go to the Yule Ball with? Selections are in the last chapter in the conversation between Fred, Dean and Seamus. If you want to vote for someone else, put them in your review. REMEMBER, Dean is an option as well. And so are girls.
Should Cedric die? I'm getting iffy on this subject. One minute I'm like, "The plot won't work if he lives" and the next I find myself thinking of ways for Cedric to live, 'cause I really don't want to kill him, but I will for the sake of the fic. I have no clue! Vote please!
JK Rowling said that two people will die in the seventh book and one of them might be Harry.
Some of you may have noticed the change in rating. This is because of a chapter that people who were offended by Janet Jackson's boob wouldn't like to read. Don't worry, I will tell you when to close your eyes.
WARNING! FemSlashy! Don't like don't read.
On with the story!
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The next day, Seven realized the day of the first task was in three days, and she was a nervous wreak.
The fourth year Gryffindors had Double Potions with the Slytherins that day right after breakfast, so that's where Seven was headed right now.
Five minutes after everyone was seated, Snape stalked into the room and began the lesson.
"Today you are going to brew the potion on the board. After you have finished, you should be able to identify potion you have brewed, then you will test it. Ingredients are in the cupboard… Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work!" Everyone scrambled to gather ingredients for their potions before going back to their cauldrons.
An hour and a half later, Seven had just added the last ingredient (a pinch and a half of crushed salamander scales) to the blueish green potion that had the consistency of fresh orange juice, and stirred clockwise two and a quarter times before giving a full stir anticlockwise, dragging the long wooden spoon in a straight line to the bottom right of the cauldron, another straight line to the opposite side, then the middle of the top and then straight down to the bottom. After she did, the potion turned lavender, had the thickness of olive oil and gave off a scent of kiwis.
That could only mean one thing.
One very bad thing.
"Does any one know what this potion is?" Snape asked when he saw everyone was done brewing.
Only Hermione, Malfoy, Seven and Blaise Zabini raised their hands.
"Yes Miss Potter?" Snape pointed to her.
The others looked disappointed that they weren't called upon, but the boy's quickly got over it. Hermione, however, crossed her arms and huffed.
Seven took a deep breath.
"It is the Finite potion as it's more commonly known, but it is also known as the Glamour Canceller. It causes the drinker to be permanently removed of any and all glamour charms, spells and potions, even ones that have been applied for years. The glamour's can be applied again after seventy two hours." Seven was glad that she didn't sound like she swallowed a text book, like Hermione does, when she answers teacher's questions.
That happiness was short lived however, when Snape spoke again.
"Very good Miss Potter. Five points to Gryffindor. Now I will turn everyone's hair blue (he waved his wand and all the students' hair turned a shocking blue), now I want you to drink the potion you made. If you made it correctly, your hair will change back to its original colour."
'Oh no! My Glamour's! Okay, calm down Potter, just pull down your shirt, be happy you're wearing pants and chug it.' Seven told herself before filling a phial and swallowing it in one go.
She began to feel really weird. She could feel her body changing, her waist narrowing, her chest growing two sizes bigger making her bra feel really tight, she started to see bruises on her arms surfacing. Seven quickly let her waist length hair (which was back to its jet black colour) out of the ponytail it was in to cover her upper arms and face that she knew was showing bruises also, before crossing her arms across her middle, trying to hide them more.
The only person who noticed was Dean, whom was sitting next to her.
"What's up, Seven?" He asked as she bowed her head a little, making her long hair cover her face even more.
"Nothing, I'm fine." She answered, not looking at him.
"Seven, look at me." Dean told her in a gentle voice she couldn't help but obey.
"Oh my God!" Dean said in a laud whisper that drew the attention of the people at the next table over.
"It's nothing; I just fell down the stairs at the Dursley's. I'm a slow healer." Seven told him, but she knew he wouldn't believe her, not with the wide hand print wrapped around her neck.
"Who did this to you?" Dean asked, giving Seven a since of Daja Vu.
"Mr. Thomas, Miss Potter, I do hope I am not boring you in such a way that you have to relay on each other for entertainment." Sarcasm laced every one of Snape's words. "Pay attention!"
Seven looked up at him.
"Miss Potter, hospital wing. Thomas, escort her." Snape said in a calm voice.
"Yes, sir," They said together before hurrying out of the classroom, avoiding the gazes of their classmates.
They walked in silence the whole way to the hospital wing. When they got there, Madam Pomfrey wasn't there.
"Sit down and I'll get Pomfrey." Dean said to Seven, who nodded and sat down on the bed farthest from the door, watching as Dean walked over to Pomfrey's office.
He returned a moment later with Pomfrey hurrying ahead of him.
"Oh dear, we'll get you fixed up in a jiffy, don't you worry." Pomfrey told Seven, who smiled in return.
After fifteen minutes and three spells, Seven's bruises were gone.
"There we are." Pomfrey said. "Is there anything else?"
"Yeah," Seven said, looking directly at Dean. Taking the hint, Pomfrey told Dean,
"Mr. Thomas, could you please wait outside?" Anyone could hear the order in the question.
"Yeah, sure." With that said, Dean walked out of the infirmary and into the corridor, the door closing behind him.
"What else is there?" Pomfrey asked Seven, fearing the answer.
Seven didn't answer, just took off her robe, slipped out of her Marry-Jane's and stripped out of her shirt and pants.
Seven turned her head away as Pomfrey examined the bruises and scars on her body, from the hand shaped bruises on her thighs and waist to the scar on her back.
She heard a gasp when Pomfrey saw the scar between Seven's shoulder blades. The one she's had since she was seven years old. The one that said 'FREAK'.
"Miss Potter, who did this?" Pomfrey questioned, running her fingers over the letters carved into the girl's back.
She heard a sniffle.
"Miss Potter?"
Seven turned to Pomfrey, red faced and puffy eyed.
"My relatives don't like me much." Was all Seven said.
"Well, I'll be able to get rid of all of the bruising and scars. But you do know that I'm going to have to tell the Headmaster about this." Pomfrey said as she started working on removing the scar on Seven's back.
"Yes, I do." Seven said.
Half an hour later Seven was all healed up and was just pulling on her shoes when someone came into the room.
Well, two someone's.
"Hey Cedric, Ronald" Seven said as she got to her feet.
"Hey Seven, what are you doing here?" Cedric asked.
"I just stepped wrong and sprained my ankle. All better now though, see?" Seven said as she walked around in a circle.
"But, Snape sent you here after you drank your potion." Ron pointed out.
"I had a little allergic reaction to it and sprained my ankle on the way here, right Dean?" Seven said.
"Yep, that's what happened." Dean told them as he walked over to Seven.
"I went back to the dungeons and got our stuff, seven." Dean handed over Seven's messenger bag that said 'The funniest this about this bag is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's to late for you to stop reading it. Stupid'; which she then hung off her shoulder.
"Thanks Dean. I'll see you guys later." Seven said to Cedric a Ron before walking away from the hospital wing and toward the Great Hall for lunch.
"Seven, how'd you really get hurt?" Dean asked quietly as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"I don't want to talk about it, Dean." Seven protested.
"Fine, but you will tell me sometime, right?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know, maybe. Just drop it Dean." Seven told him turning back to her lunch.
"Fine" Dean said again.
Just then Seamus sat down next to Dean across from Seven.
"Hey guys, what's up?" He asked as he grabbed some chips.
"Oh nothing, just someone not telling me stuff I should know." Dean told him.
"God damn it, Dean! You don't need to know!" Seven said loudly, not yelled, before standing up, grabbing her bag and walking over to the Ravenclaw table and sitting down next to Cho Chang.
"Choooo," Seven moaned, resting her head on Cho's shoulder.
"What sweets?" Cho asked her.
"Dean won't leave me alone. Go kick his arse for me." Seven told her.
"Okay," Cho said as she grabbed her History of Magic book out of her bag. "Be back in a minute."
She walked over to the Gryffindor table where Dean was sitting, stopping behind him.
Everyone in the hall looked around as there were three laud smacks and then a thud as Cho hit Dean with the book on both sides of his head, then the top, then finishing by pushing his face into his food.
"Thanks hun." Seven told Cho as she sat down, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Anytime sweets," Cho replied. "Want some grapes?"
"Yeah," Seven said, taking the bowl of grapes Cho was handing her.
"So when's your break?" Seven asked after a few minutes.
"Right after lunch," Cho answered. "What about you?"
"The same," Seven told her.
"Cool, we haven't hung out together in a long time." Cho said with a smile.
"So, what do you wanna do?" Seven asked with a smile of her own.
"Well, it's pretty warm today." Cho started. "How about we go swimming?"
"You just wanna see me in a bikini." Seven accused, taking a bite of her chicken.
Cho faltered. "No, I, um, I just haven't swam for a long time."
"Uh huh, sure." Seven said smirking at Cho.
"It has nothing to do with you being in a bikini." Cho denied. "Hey, are your boobs bigger?"
"Well, that was blunt. But yes, they are. I had a little mishap in Potions this morning. I should have them back to normal in a few days." Seven told her.
"You should keep them. They fit you better." Cho said popping a grape into her mouth.
"You think so?" Seven asked as she looked down examining her larger chest.
"Yeah,"
"In that case, I'll keep them." Seven said before taking one last bite of her chicken and standing up. "Okay, I'm done. I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall in thirty minutes."
"Okay," Cho said. "See you then."
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A/N It's short, I know, but I'm leaving tomorrow for "the Wyoming State Shoot", in Wyoming, one state away, and I'm gonna be there until Monday. I'll try to update again on Tuesday, and maybe it will ten pages! Who knows? I'm gonna be working on it while I'm gone, 'cause I won't have anything to do
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