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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 21 – Another chaos during Potions

"And their girlfriend, Chloe was there. She's really pretty." Harry said with his mouth full.

Ginny picked up a candy while lying on her stomach and Harry massaged her shoulders.

"I've never thought that they'll find a girl to go out with…" Ginny wondered. "They never dated in Hogwarts."

"You know that doesn't mean anything. They seem to be fine."

"And the both of them are… going out with her?" The girl turned back to look into his eyes.

"That's what they said." Harry shrugged.

"And did… one of them kissed her while you were with them?"

"Now that you mention… no."

"Aha! How shy! And they're teasing Ron because of Hermione. Hypocrites!" Ginny yelled. "And… did they tell you anything else? Something spicy?"

"Nope." The boy sighed.

"It's still so bizarre!" She shuddered. "Is it common between Muggles? That two boys with a girl…"

"Uh…" The boy blushed a little. "I don't think so. I'm sure there are people who…"

"At any rate, I've never heard of such thing! Even though I grew up with six older brothers…"

"The dark side of life…" Harry grinned.

"You telling me?… So, is she beautiful?"

"Yes. Not that beautiful, but…"

"How so? She's not like Millicent?"

"What? No! The fact is… she's really thin… and doesn't really have… breasts…"

"Men…" Ginny sighed. "Why does it matter how big her breasts are?"

"Well, it matters a little…"

"Look, she doesn't have to be pretty to you. The point is that Fred and George are satisfied with her."

"Even though… she's really pretty. That's what I wanted to say but you won't let me! She has a nice face."

"Must be a love-child…"

"Love what?"

"Her parents must have loved each other a lot… that's why she is so pretty."

"I've never heard of this."

"Really?"

Harry shook his head like a puppy.

"Even I can tell you something new! Now, it's your turn! Tell me about boys! About Muggles!"

"And what would you like to know?"

"How to make Graham fall for me?"

"What do you mean 'how'? I though everything's going smoothly."

"Well yeah, but… He liked my sweet smile and innocent eyes… But it makes me feel stupid. I want to understand the things he says. Not just nodding every time he comes up with something to talk about. I'd like to know what he likes in a movie or a song, why the cappuccino is better that coffee! Stuff like these!"

"Cappuccino?" Harry smiled.

"I just said something as an example! But it really is more delicious…"

"Okay." Harry lay down and stared at the ceiling. "Then tell me about him. What does he like to do… watch on TV… does he play any sports…"

"Yes! He loves playing golf!"

"Snob…" Harry mumbled.

"Why?"

"Golf is the sport of rich people… He's parents must have a lot of money…"

"Well, actually, they seem rich. They have a really big house and all…"

"Never mind. And is he good at it?"

"I don't know. He hits the ball and then we have to go after it…"

"Can he find the hole?"

"Shame on you!" Ginny hit him with a pillow.

"I meant… while playing golf!" Harry tried to defend himself but could barely stop laughing.

"Oh… well, yes. He's smiling every time he succeeds. He's so happy while playing… like there is no one around him… just him and the green grass… I like watching him play… he's so handsome in those white pants… And he likes tennis too. He taught me to play too."

"You tried? How did it go?"

"I was very bad at first… But he stood behind me and helped me." The girl blushed. "He stood really close to me, held my hand… It was so good…"

"We'll play tennis once, okay? You'll teach me how to play. The Dursleys didn't even teach me how to swim…"

"Okay."

"So he plays golf and tennis… But he's not too proud, right?"

"Not at all. You know I hate people like that."

"Yeah, yeah… And what else is he doing in his free time?"

"Well…" Ginny tried to remember. "Right! I found him writing letter a few times. To his friends and class mates. He said that he missed them a lot."

"Hmm… there are not many boys who like writing letters…"

"He always had ink on his hand; his mother scolded him a lot during breakfast. The maids said that he always smears ink on the piano keys…"

"What? He plays the piano too?"

"Oh, if you knew how good he is! I could listen to him playing for hours!"

"A real artist…" Harry muttered. "Does he watch TV?"

"Rarely. Mostly the news. His parents said the programs aren't really good… I don't know what that means…"

"What are his parents doing?"

"They are lawyers."

"Then it's understandable…"

"What is…?"

"Well, you know… there are good programs, in which there isn't much violence, the actors don't swear. There's no nudity in them… These might actually teach you something… like respect, love… I think Graham's parents consider these the good ones too. The highly educated families don't like all the crap that comes from the other side of the ocean."

"America? So all the American movies are bad?"

"I wouldn't say that. There are some good ones too. Most people don't like the fact that they want to impose their culture on us. For example, they always laugh at us when we eat fries from newspaper. But they are no better with their fancy little paper boxes either!"

"Wow, this is really difficult, Harry!" Ginny knelt up on the bed. "How will I know if a movie is good or bad?"

"Well, mainly from what you think of it after watching. If you liked it… it doesn't matter what other people says. Don't let anyone change your opinion. Boys like girls who are a little difficult to deal with. The ones that can't be manipulated. It's important to stay original. Don't try to be like others… Graham wouldn't like that either."

Ginny smiled and threw herself at him then they started a pillow-fight. When Ron came back to sleep, he wasn't even surprised to see them like that.

"Where the hell is Harry?" Ron grumbled. "He's gonna be late for class if he doesn't come to eat breakfast soon."

"Why didn't you call him when you woke up?"

"Hermione, he was already out of bed!"

"Okay, okay." The girl smiled and kissed the boy's nose. "Don't be grumpy. He's probably chatting with Cho somewhere." She winked.

Ron couldn't answer because four students clad in Quidditch robes marched into the room with their brooms in hand.

"Is that Harry?" Lavender said surprised.

"See, told you he's with Cho."

"But why are they wearing those robes?"

"They must be going somewhere…"

"Or the Prophet is making an interview with them…"

Harry glanced towards Draco.

"Malfoy." He said as a greeting.

"Potter. We'll see which one of us is the best. The whole school will see your defeat." He hissed.

"We'll see, Draco."

"Don't be too full of yourselves." Stebbins sighed. "The point is that the best will catch it."

"And you think it's you?" Malfoy said. "In your dreams, buddy."

The Hufflepuff Seeker sent him a disgusted look then went to sit at his table without a word.

"I'd watch my back if I were you, Potter." Malfoy whispered. "Not even the teachers will be able to stop me from winning. I assure you that I will not hesitate…"

"I was hoping you'd do that." Harry sighed. "Oh, and it's good that you are not me…"

He and Cho entered the Great Hall. The students began murmuring when they saw Stebbins's clothes and when the pair appeared the noises got louder. Malfoy's silver-green clothes demanded attention and a few people stopped talking.

Harry looked towards the teachers' table and saw Dumbledore watching him. Snape didn't seem to be hungry because he was just sitting there supporting his head with his hands. When Harry smiled at him his eyes flutter and a faint sigh left his lungs.

Remus watched the man trying to get a clue about Severus's past, his child and most importantly about the letters.

"Look, Remus, how pretty they are." Rowena said enthusiastically. "I think the Ravenclaw has the most beautiful robes."

"Says you, a Ravenclaw." Remus smiled. "I like the Slytherin's green robes too, even though I was a Gryffindor."

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" Ron frowned.

"It's a secret, Ron, but I hope we can tell you soon."

"The four Seekers are going to do something together, right?" Padma asked from the table next to theirs, because Cho started eating without saying anything.

"That's right."

"Something exciting?" Dean joined in the conversation.

"Well… it's more like a crazy attempt." Harry said while licking the jam off of his spoon.

"I can't wait to see!" Dennis exclaimed. "When will you begin?"

"Well…"

At that moment, owls flew into the room. Harry and Cho stood up and Stebbins sat on his broom watching Snape while Draco leaned on his Nimbus 2001. Severus stood and looked up too. He was waiting for a bird to deliver a new mysterious letter, but…

That did not happen. The birds after delivering their packages left the building. The students watched the four standing Seekers and the professor while attending to their letters. The five of them began to feel a little uncomfortable and looked at each other. Cho shrugged and sat back down. A few Hufflepuff laughed at Stebbins who was sitting on his broom. He turned red and sat down too. Malfoy was angry too and also sat down. Harry looked at Professor Snape who seemed a little disappointed but nodded to settle down. They can't do anything today.

"What?" Draco yelled when the four Seekers and the Potions professor were summoned to the headmaster's office. "We have to go to the Great Hall in our Quidditch robes next week too? But… We just made complete idiots out of ourselves in front of the whole school because of Potter's stupid idea!"

"Oh, Draco, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of… since you're doing this for your head of house. And it was partly my idea…" Dumbledore added quietly.

Harry glanced to his right where Snape was standing with his head bowed. He looked like a sick man; eyes narrowed, face paled. Harry tried to concentrate on the man's mind to catch a few thoughts. However, Snape looked up and into the boy's eyes. Harry smiled in relief and waved barely visibly. Snape frowned. It was never a good sign when the Gryffindor boy attacked him with these friendly gestures. He said 'What?' without actually making a sound and only later did they realize that the headmaster had been calling them.

"Harry. You may go now."

"Uh… yes, sir." Harry nodded and left the office.

"Ah, yes." Hagrid smiled seeing the picture of the phoenix Dean Thomas made. They learnt about them last week. "It's beautiful, Dean, beautiful. Five points to Gryffindor! Can everybody see it?" He showed them the parchment. "This is how our little birdie looks like." He pointed towards the sad bird sitting in its cage.

While Bonnie looked at the animal with shining eyes Parvati and Lavender took a step back. They never imagined that Hagrid will get one to bring to class.

"But this animal is one of the omens of death!"

"If Trelawney hears about this, she sure will find one to frighten people with." Ron whispered to Harry making him laugh.

"Nonsense!" Hagrid exclaimed.

"My great-great-grandfather was hit by a broomstick right after he heard the sound of an Irish phoenix!" Parvati insisted.

"This is just superstition. Does anyone know what the song of the phoenix REALLY mean? Yes, Hermione?"

"The Irish phoenix has a sad sound, but it has nothing to do with death. If one is singing it means that the rain will fall soon."

"Exactly! Five points for Gryffindor!"

"You ugly beast!" Draco hissed viciously. "You give me a few feathers or I'll go and tear them out myself."

Hagrid somehow realized what the boy was up to and stopped him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Came the warning.

"Why not?" Pansy asked. "We need new quills."

"Yeah. How beautiful it would be." Dean added.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the Irish phoenixes' feathers can't be uses as quills because they repel ink."

"Hagrid, why is this bird… so sad?" Ron asked.

"Well… it doesn't really like coming out of its nest during the day… Does anyone know what shape the nest is?"

"If memory serves it's shaped as a teardrop." Seamus spoke.

"Five points to Gryffindor! As I said… they spend the day there… Our little birdie isn't always this depressed." He threw a stunned fairy to the animal.

The girls watched in horror as the bird caught the unfortunate little creature with its strong beak and then swallow it.

"Uh…"

"It's disgusting!"

"Well." Hagrid scratched his head. "I know it's not a pretty sight, but it has to eat something too. Isn't it right, little one…?" He started talking to the animal. This made a few Slytherins laugh.

Harry became angry and wanted to curse them… well, at least a few of them.

Suddenly, the bird cried which made a few of them shiver but the others looked up.

"Hmm…" Hagrid muttered. "I think it really will rain. Well the class is over for today. Next lesson we will learn about the bundimun. Until then you are to make a ten inch essay about how to recognize them and what to do when you find one at home. Understood?" The students muttered something while packing. "Great. See you next week."

"What was that?" Ron asked referring to the event in the morning while walking to the Potions classroom.

"It's a top secret operation."

"I hate it when you use these complicated Muggle phrases…"

"I can't tell you much about it. In short; the four Seekers have to catch the owl that brought the letter to Professor Snape."

"Why?"

"The headmaster wants it." Harry tried to ditch the question.

"Got it!" Ron yelled. "He wants to know who's harassing Snape!"

"What a brilliant conclusion!" An icy voice said behind them.

Ron froze but Harry just chuckled.

"Sit!" Snape growled feebly.

After everyone did as they were told Snape went to the teacher's desk.

"Today…" He sighed. "We will prepare an OWL level potion known as the 'tears of joy'. I think it's unnecessary to say the Latin name… you won't remember it anyway. But it is needed to take the exam, so look it up in your textbook. Well…" He turned to the desk and lifted a teardrop-shaped vial filled with white liquid. "…this is it. The name came from… Yes, Miss. Granger." He sighed again.

"…It can make sad, crying people smile again, regardless of what they are sad about. The effect is similar to the peace elixir we learnt last year but it can't ease the anxiety and depression."

"Two points for Gryffindor."

"Wow, I suggest you catch that owl quickly before the Gryffindor gains too many points." Pansy whispered to Draco. "He must be really out of it to give them house points."

The Gryffindor students were equally surprised but smiled happily.

"You will work in pairs with the person sitting next to you. The brewing needs a lot of attention and care. And the school can't afford to waste the expensive ingredients." He added and left to bring out the things they'll need while a few of the children chuckled. "Oh, and…" He turned back suddenly. "…look at this as a little warm-up before the exam on Friday."

The whole class paled.

"Well, my dear friend, Neville…" Harry turned to the boy next to him. "Your cauldron or mine?"

"Oh my brave companion…" The Longbotton boy said with the same taunting voice. "… I think we should use yours."

"What's this role-playing here?" Snape frowned. "Take some of the dawn-flower instead."

Harry and Neville chuckled when the professor left.

"Turn to page 152 and you'll see in which order you have to add the ingredients. You can see the list on the blackboard. The potion when ready turns into a moderately loose texture with a mild coconut scent. What are you waiting for?"

While Neville looked at the dosages in the book and put the ingredients in the correct order, Harry cut the leaves into little pieces. They looked up from time to time to memorize how the potion should look.

"Well… what do you think that suspicious-looking liquid is in the vial on Snape's desk?" Dean said behind them with a huge smile.

"Damn this stupid potion!" Seamus cried quietly after the third time he cut his finger. "I'll fill the vial with something entirely different!"

Hermione paled and Parvati thought she was about to faint again. The girl however stood up and started hitting Seamus with her bag while Snape was looking for something in a cupboard. But unfortunately he too heard the muffled noises made by the bag and the girl.

"…you shameless pig, how can you…"

"Miss. Granger? Would you tell me what you are doing?"

Harry and Neville could barely stop from laughing out loud; Neville was biting his fist while Harry wiped his eyes because a few tears came out.

"Five point from Gryffindor Miss. Granger! Discipline!"

The girl walked back to her cauldron and the stupidly grinning Ron. The boy smiled but when Hermione sent him a death glare he tried to hide his amusement.

"Stir it Harry while I add the thyme." Neville suggested.

So he began to stir counterclockwise while Neville opened the box he kept thyme in and smelled it. While proceeding to add the required amount they heard noises from the Slytherins. Neville continued pouring the ingredient and looked to the side curiously and saw Draco focusing on his work and Pansy stirring the potion. They did not make the noises but someone was definitely muttering. Who…

"What the…?" He said with a disgusted expression.

He elbowed Harry who turned and almost threw up. Crabbe was stroking Millicent Bullstrode's legs under the workbench then the boy's hand found its way to the girl's backside and finally slid in between her legs.

"That's disgusting!" The boys shivered.

They turned their attention back to their cauldron, but…

"Uh! Huh! Uh! Neville!" Harry said nervously.

He was shaking his hands because his robes caught on fire. Neville tried to help him and accidentally poured the content of the box in his hand into the cauldron in the process. The boys paled even though they managed to extinguish the fire on Harry's clothes. Even bigger flames followed making them stepping back but Lavender Brown, who was sitting in front of them, was not that lucky. The hood of her robes caught on fire and when the boys tried to stop the fire by hitting the back of the girl lightly she and Parvati turned back and looked at them angrily then turned back around with a sigh. Harry lost his patience because Lavender was stopping them from helping her. He picked up the glass of water that was on their desk and poured it on the girl's back. The girl screamed in fright.

"Uh, Harry." Neville shook his head. "The otter eye was in that…"

Harry didn't have time to panic because the fire flared up like a camp fire after pouring gasoline on it…

The girl screamed louder than a banshee and began running around in the classroom while the others tried to get out of her way. Many of them stood on their table and a few ran out of the classroom.

"Look at that fire!" Goyle said in amazement.

"Lavender! Lie down on the floor and start rolling. That will stop the fire!" Dean Thomas yelled.

"Miss. Brown, stop immediately, otherwise I can't stop the fire!" Snape shouted trying to keep his cool. He couldn't get close because of the students or the girl started running in a new direction.

Hermione stepped to the sink and filled the bucket she found with water. She threw the water toward the girl but she ran faster and Seamus got splashed. The boy dropped his cauldron surprised and it landed on his toes making him cry out in pain. Others managed to knock down a few cauldrons in their haste, scalding a few students. In the end, all the cauldrons had been knocked down; their contents spread out on the floor making everything, even bags and clothes, slippery and sticky.

In the meantime, more of them tried to use water but the girl was running around so frantically that she didn't get wet at all. The back of her robes was burning and she was screaming hysterically. Crabbe splashed the water and missed the girl and hit the professor who stood there like a wet crow. The class became silent for a moment and even Lavender stopped. Hermione used this opportunity and with a well-aimed swing sprayed water on her. That made all the remaining parts of her clothes fall and she was trying to hide her undergarment while crying.

Snape's hands were shaking so much in nervousness that he broke the wand he was squeezing.

"The class…" He said shivering. "…is over."

"Oh my God!" Harry let his head fall on his desk.

While Madame Pomfrey led the shivering Lavender out Dumbledore looked at the classroom. He couldn't hide his disgust. The smell of rotten coconuts filled the air and the potion began to solidify on the floor making it look like fat. There were three people shivering near the teacher's desk.

Harry's and Neville's robes were burnt because of the fire and the potion they made ended up on them too. They got splashed with water a few times making their hair wet with some sticky potion. Their professor seemed to fight the urge to kill them. He tried to hide that he was trembling from anger while his hair was dripping wet and long again. His robes made weird noises with every movement he made.

"This… is sabotage. I want… an explanation."

The two students stood there with their heads bowed and didn't dare say a thing.

"I…" Neville started finally. "I poured all the rhyme into the potion accidentally."

"No, that thing was on fire before… you saw that my robes caught on fire! It was not your fault! I stirred in the wrong way!" Harry tried to save his friend not noticing the way his professor looked when he said 'that thing'.

"Only because I distracted you!" Neville snapped. "You know… that Crabbe and Millicent…" He stopped suddenly because Snape looked at them.

"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?"

"No-nothing, sir…"

"Tell me or I'll give you a punishment horrible enough to make you regret even coming to this school!"

"I've felt that a few times already." Neville muttered to Harry making him smile.

"Come on Potter, tell me!"

"O-okay, but you didn't hear it from us…" Harry shuddered. "So… We saw… Crabbe touching… Millicent's leg… and…"

"…stroking it…"

"…then touching… her ass…"

"And then…" Neville wanted to say but paled when he remembered.

"He slid his hand in between her legs…"

Snape didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was shivering because of his damp clothes but became angry immediately.

"Harry, for God's sake, at least don't lie right into my eyes!" He exclaimed making them surprised.

"I swear we're not lying, Professor! It's all true!" Neville said.

A weird expression appeared on their teacher's face.

"Crabbe?" He asked quietly. "If you said Malfoy did it I'd believe it… but Crabbe…"

"Love comes in the most unexpected moments…"

"Quiet, Harry!" Severus said. Seeing the grinning boys he couldn't stop from rebuking them. "At least show some regret! Miss. Brown could have been seriously injured…"

"If she'd stopped for a moment we could have extinguish the fire sooner!"

"What if her hair caught on fire or her face got burned? Don't you feel guilty at all?"

The boys bowed their heads.

"We are very sorry."

"You better be. Look what you did to the classroom!" Snape sighed.

They all looked around and shuddered at the sight.

"Get out. I expect a sixty inches long assay about how to make potions responsibly, ensuring the safety of others. And I advise you to be more prepared for the exam on Friday. Now go! Don't let me see you for a while!"

Harry and Neville smiled then left the classroom with loud smacking sounds. They took off towards the Gryffindor tower.

First of all… I don't know what a bundimun is… I used the same word as the original novel uses. And I'm not sure if dawn-flower exists or not.

Second: I'm going to attend a wedding next Saturday so I might not be able to upload on Sunday… But I'll try.

And third: I don't know what the next chapter is about. But I can tell that we are not even halfway through the story.

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