[a/n]cameron1812Hope you're enjoying your revisit of STTNG. And looking back at your review of #24, Lizzie was insane. I'm not a psychiatrist, so I don't know how she'd be diagnosed. She thought the Walkers/Inferii were still the people they'd been. The intent of the Imperio was to rid her of the notion, or at least the dangerous behavior. I doubt she wanted to become one, but then the series didn't spend a lot of time on the girls. According to IMDB they were in 9 episodes. My chapter ended much the same as the episode; where Lizzie stabbed Mika and Carol ended up shooting Lizzie.
Harry Does Different CDLXVII
Depilatory
H slips to DD
"Boys, I think a little revenge is lonnng overdue." Harry didn't care much for the love potions that seemed to captivate Hermione and Ginny, so he looked at the shelves Ron's brothers stood by on that mid-May day that celebrated the opening of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley.
In twinspeak they replied "Any number of such items come to mind. Consideration must be given to target, intent and severity. Whom has offended you oh magnanimous benefactor?"
"I have a dozen years of Durzkaban to consider." He replied with an evil smirk "So it should certainly be less-than-kind. Nevertheless, not permanently harmful. If possible, something that can even happen to me with much lesser effects."
The redheads grinned at each other then George spoke "A worthy concept, young one. And clever. You cannot be blamed when something also happens to you after all."
"My thought exactly." The younger Gryffindor nodded. Looking at the shelf, he picked a random phial "This? For example? Depepperatory?"
Fred plucked it back "That is perhaps beyond your desires, Harry. This is more medicinal than a prank product. See depending on how it is used, it can remove a mustache or that irritating nose hair. But consumed internally, a person could find him or herself bald."
"And so? Heh-heh-heh" he looked over the bottle with glee "Works fine for me. Last time Petunia took clippers to my head, I was back to normal the next morning."
After exchanging quizzical looks George offered a speculation "Maybe you've got some metamorph ability there, Harry. Talk to McGonagall. Charlie said there was one when he was in school. Forgot her name. Anyway, be careful to not use too much. Don't want total baldness."
"I'll take two." He decided instantly, grabbing the product in one hand and reaching into his robes with the other.
Both twins shook their heads "Your money is no good here, Harry. Remember, just a dash will do."
"Right right." The Gryffindor replied nonchalantly, pocketing the item "Thanx guys."
The twins exchanged pitying looks at the retreating back "They never listen. He'll come to HQ bald."
Abcij
"COME AND GET IT!" Harry completely unnecessarily clanged a heavy serving spoon around a saucepan.
Vernon Dursley heaved himself out of his recliner growling the whole way "Shaddup ya freak! The neighbors in #100 don't need to hear. Hmpf, spaghetti, better be good. Busy today."
"Oh yessir." Replied Harry with obviously fake obsequiousness "Boiled in sauce right in line with Aunt Petunia's recipe."
Dudley eyed his cousin with some suspicion. The freak was acting somehow wrong the past week since he got home from Freak School. With some impressive intuition he warned "I don't trust him Dad. Make him take the first bite."
"Oooh Dudders! My precious widdle Sherlock!" Aunt Petunia pinched her son's cheeks and glared at her nephew "Well? Get on with it boy."
Harry had been pretty heavy with the application of the gag spice, but knew from experimentation before school ended, that it wouldn't work instantly. Under the family's careful observation, he scooped out a meatball, a large helping of pasta, liberally added grated parmesan and chewed happily. As he swallowed a mouthful of well-sauced meatball, he twirled strands of spaghetti around fork and spoon. Moaning and slurping in clear pleasure.
"Gimme some!" demanded Dudley with a greedy yelp. He sloppily scooped a heaping helping onto his plate before adding three meatballs. Vernon only hesitated an instant before following suit. Dinner involved very little talking.
Except for, as Harry was going for a second helping, Petunia sharply slapped his hand with the flat of her fork and commanded "Get to the dishes!"
"Yes Auntie." Said Harry with just the right hint of sarcasm to hide his delight that each Dursley went in for seconds. He completed his task unhurriedly before declaring "Guess I'll pack it in, got studying to do." Not even a hint of hair loss had appeared. Yet.
Abcij
The pitch black of night was shattered by an epic bellow "POTTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRRR! I KNOW IT WAS YOU! BLOODY FREAK!"
"And so the fun begins." Long a light sleeper, the wizard on summer holiday smirked. He ran a hand over his not quite bald scalp. Opening the bedroom door he had to howl with laughter at the sight; all his relatives were in various stages of baldness. The potion had visibly different effects. Petunia had that rim of hair around her neck that men are often left with: Vernon still had patches here and there on his head: But it was most extreme for his cousin, Dudley had no hair, anywhere on his head, down to eyebrows and lashes. Finally controlling himself, he asked "Why blame me? Muggles have stuff like this. Aunt Petunia is always trying to get rid of her girlstache. Looks to me you found something that works. Drop anything in the pot when I went to the loo, Auntie?"
This caused the Dursleys to glare hostilely at each other, Petunia loudly protesting "I did NO SUCH THING! And I DO NOT grow hair on my face!"
"Keep telling yourself that." Retorted Harry with an annoyed look "But this reminds me of when we all had to eat half a grapefruit because Dudley's too fat."
To this the other boy protested "Am not! Just big boned."
"Anyway, see MY head?" Harry demonstrated with a resounding slap to his bare flesh "Hope I get lucky and the same thing happens when YOU buzzed me. If not, I'm in the same boat. I'm going back to bed." It was only after he'd shut the bedroom door that he laughed silently. His only regret, much later, would only being able to share the story with George.