Disclaimer: Another Batch of Omake.
Omake: Unforgettable
Harry frowned as an old crumpled not fell out of his pocket. "What's this?" He mumbled to himself as he unfolded it. "Research counter to obliviate?" The note was in his hand writing but he didn't remember ever making it.
He carefully replaced it in his trunk and went down to the common room to find his friends. Hermione was easy enough to find, she was in her usual spot in front of the fireplace with a big book propped up on her lap. But Ron was nowhere to be found.
"He's in the hospital wing," Hermione said after Harry asked her. "Did something stupid and now Madame Pomfrey wants to keep him there for the weekend to make sure there won't be any complications."
"Oh." Harry wasn't sure why he got a shot of adrenaline after hearing those words. "Could you give me a little help with a project?"
Hermione carefully marked her place and put the book down to give Harry her full attention. "What project?"
"I want to find a counter for the obliviate charm," Harry replied.
A frustrated frown appeared on Hermione's face. "I know I've seen it somewhere but I can't think of where it would be." She rose from her seat. "Come on."
Harry followed the girl to the school library and watched in amazement as she headed straight to a shelf in the restricted section.
"What are you doing?" He hissed.
"I've got permission," Hermione replied. She examined the shelf for a few minutes. "That's odd?"
"What's odd?" Harry asked.
"There's an empty spot on the shelf." She leaned in for a closer look. "It's where the book we're looking for should be."
"So someone checked it out," Harry said with a shrug.
"Quite some time ago," Hermione replied. "Look at all the dust."
"Oh?" Harry sighed. "So we're not going to finish that project then?"
"Maybe." Hermione pulled a book of the shelf with a look of triumph on her face. "Then again, maybe not." She shot her friend a grin. "Someone messed up the order of the books, this one isn't where it's supposed to be."
"Oh." Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Now what?"
"Now you give me a couple minutes to research," Hermione replied.
"I'll keep a look out," Harry agreed.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the dramatics and set to reading. "Okay," she spoke up a few minutes later. "This all seems clear enough, take a look Harry."
They spent the next several minutes practicing the counter-charm until they were both sure they could perform it.
"That was easy," Hermione reflected. "It's almost like we've done this before."
"Not funny," Harry grumbled. "Now hold still and . . ."
"Oh no, I'm not letting you try some strange spell on me, Harry Potter." She pulled out her wand. "Now hold still, this shouldn't hurt a bit and I'm interested to see if it will or not."
"I hate you," Harry grumbled.
"Ready?"
"Let's get it over with," Harry grumbled.
"A-lethe-ia," Hermione incanted.
The effect was instantaneous. Harry fell to his knees and emptied his stomach out all over her shoes and didn't stop heaving even after it was clear that there was nothing left in his stomach.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione was close to tears. "It's not supposed to do that. I'll go get Madame Pomfrey."
He captured her ankle in an unbreakable hold. "NO," he said with such urgency that she immediately froze. "The spell worked." He cleaned the mess up with a couple flicks of his wand. "And it's your turn."
"No thank you," she said nervously. Not wanting to experience the apparent side effects.
"A-lethe-ia," Harry hit her with the spell before she had a chance to protest further.
"Harry," Hermione sobbed. She buried her face in his shoulder cried into it.
"I'm gonna kill Ron," Harry said calmly. "That's the only way Dumbledore could know what we've been doing."
"What's the worst thing you remember?" Hermione asked fearfully.
"What?"
"I remember Professor Snape cornering me in an empty classroom and trying to . . . Harry if you hadn't rescued me." She broke down again.
"That's the worst thing I remember too," he said firmly, closing the subject. A sudden horrible thought occurred to him. "There weren't any other times, were there, times when I wasn't there to stop him?" The bastard was already going to die, Harry just needed to know how slow he was going to make it.
"No," Hermione assured him. "I guess you hurt him badly enough to scare him off."
"Good."
"But how many other girls . . ." She trailed off.
"We'll deal with that later," Harry promised her. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Back to Gryffindor tower," Harry replied. "We need to get packed and then we're getting out of here."
"What about Ron?" Hermione asked softly.
"We'll pay him a visit on the way out," Harry promised her. A very short visit.
They raced back to the tower and quickly threw their things together before meeting back in the common room.
"Wait," Hermione commanded. She cast a quick spell and then tore through their trunks, seemingly pulling out and discarding things at random. "Tracking charms," she explained. After a moment, she hit Harry with another charm. "And you're going to have to leave your glasses behind."
"Any on you?"
She hit herself with the charm and blushed deeply. "Just a second." She disappeared behind him for a minute and deposited a pair of hello kitty panties on top of the pile of discarded items. "Let's go."
Harry checked the map carefully as they entered the hospital wing. "Pomfrey is out, we need to make this quick."
"Right," Hermione agreed.
Ron sat up with an easy smile on his face when he saw his friends approach. "Hey guys, took you long enough to visit. I can't see why you're always complaining about this place, Harry. All the food you could ask for and no class."
"We recently found something out about you," Harry said flatly.
"What is it, mate?" Ron asked nervously.
"Do you know how many times we've been obliviated?" Harry demanded.
"Huh?" Ron was clearly puzzled by the direction the conversation had taken. "What are you talking about."
"Hermione and I were just in the library researching a counter to the obliviate, again. Do you know what's different about this time compared to all the other times we've done it?" Harry growled. "You weren't there to run to Dumbledore afterwards."
"How could you, Ron?" Hermione sobbed. "How could you betray us like that?"
"I . . ." Ron stared down at his hands. "I don't remember ever betraying either of you." He took a deep shuddering breath. "There is . . . there is a list of several things that I'm supposed to report to Dumbledore if you ever do any of them but I don't remember ever doing it."
"But why?" Harry demanded. "You were supposed to be our friend."
"Dumbledore has a lot of influence over the Weasley family," Ron said reluctantly. "I'm sorry." He took another deep breath. "That's why you have to obliviate me, take everything from the last few hours and make me think I was asleep or something."
Harry turned to his only loyal friend. "Hermione," he barked.
"I'm not sure I can," Hermione admitted nervously. "I know the theory but . . ."
"What's the worst that can happen?" Ron interrupted.
"Lockheart," Hermione said simply.
"Do it," Ron ordered.
"But . . ." Hermione got a sick look on her face.
"It's either that or I run straight to Dumbledore and we all get obliviated again," Ron said calmly. "I'm just sorry I didn't think of this before."
"I'm sorry it had to turn out like this, mate," Harry said, realizing that things hadn't been as clear cut as he'd assumed.
"I'm sorry I won't remember being a true friend for once," Ron replied. "Hermione, do it. Please."
"Goodbye, Ron." A tear trickled down Hermione's cheek. "Obliviate."
"Let's go," Harry said roughly.
AN: Just wanted to write a reluctant Betrayer Ron. A lot of the fics use jealousy or money as a reason, this Ron is trying to take care of his family.
Omake: Draco's Speech
Draco looked over the assembled members of the Wizengamot as he stepped up to the podium to begin his speech. Despite his youth, the death of his father had thrust the young pureblood into politics and he was here to witness the vote that would confirm his ownership of the Malfoy seat on the governing body for British magical society. He was equally determined to show the world that the Malfoy line breed true and that he was very much his father's son.
"Fellow Purebloods," he began. A calculated insult directed at Potter and his filth. Draco refused to let the rabble disrupt his day and wanted them to know just what he thought of them being allowed to witness a meeting of their betters. "I come before you to . . . oh . . ." He felt a pair of hands remove his mighty wizard staff from his humble robes before the mouth under the podium began working in earnest. He took several calming breaths before resuming his speech, obviously his peers in the Wizengamot had chosen to welcome him in a manner befitting a man of his stature.
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Harry watched Draco's speech with a large grin of anticipation on his face. Nothing the blond ponce said seemed to effect it.
"Why did you drag me here anyway?" Ron moaned. "I could be sleeping."
"Wait for it," Harry murmured back.
"Be quiet Ron," Hermione whispered. "This is very educational."
"And a wonderful way to spend a birthday," Luna agreed. Harry had promised her the best present ever and she couldn't wait to see what it was. The only hint he'd given her was that it was something that everyone would enjoy and that if all went well, she'd finally be able to get rid of those pesky investigators from the Ministry that had been sniffing around the Quibbler looking for an excuse to shut it down.
"Wait for it," Harry murmured as Draco's speech ended and a relaxed look appeared on the ponce's face.
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'That had to have been the best speech ever,' Draco thought to himself. In more ways then one. Not only had he made it clear to the world that the Malfoy would remain at the top of the pack, but he'd finally gotten to expense one of the perks of his new position. He stepped back and glanced down to see the face of his first conquest and found himself staring into a very familiar set of eyes.
"Mu . . . mum," he stammered.
The woman absently wiped the corner of her mouth. "You want a repeat, it's ten galleons just like it is for everyone else."
IIIIIIIIII
Everyone in the chamber stared in shock as Draco squealed like a ten year old girl before darting down the isle towards the nearest exit with little Draco flapping around for all to see.
Hermione covered her eyes. "I could have gone without seeing that," she said sickly.
"That had better not be my present," Luna said with a frown. "For one thing, it's too small for everyone to enjoy. For another, it's Draco's and that would be just icky."
"I'll explain later about the joys of combining polyjuice and diseased hookers," Harry said softly. "For now, just watch." The boy rose to his feet and cleared his throat loudly. "I think it's clear to all that the scion of the Malfoy line is unfit to take his position."
"Who are you to address the Wizengamot?" One of the members demanded.
"A member," Harry said simply.
"Since when?" Another member demanded. "I don't recall voting you in."
"Since two days after the deaths of my parents," Harry replied calmly.
Dumbledore frowned in concentration as he tried to dredge up the memory he was looking for. "Harry, that was supposed to be an honorary position."
"Shame it wasn't written up as such then, wasn't it?" Harry said cheerfully. "As I was saying, it's quite clear that young Mister Malfoy is unfit to become a member of such an honored body."
"What do you suggest?" An old man demanded. "That we give a seat to your pet mudblood?"
Harry clamped a firm hand on Hermione's shoulder and pushed her back into her seat. "What I'm suggesting is that we follow custom and appoint the closest blood relative to Malfoy main line to the position."
"Agreed," the member said with a satisfied smile.
"All opposed?" Dumbledore asked miserably. What did the boy think he was doing? "Then the motion passes." A sudden terrible thought occurred to him. "Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry asked with a wide smile.
"Just who exactly is the closest blood relative that we just gave the Malfoy seat to?" His ulcer began acting up as a possible answer supplied itself, anyone but her.
"Luna," Harry said loudly. "That's your cue."
AN: Yes, I stole the basic idea from 'Police Academy.'
Mini Omake: Mirror
Eyes that he saw every morning while he inspected his hair to make sure the houseelves got it right.
"Gotta love time turners," the other Draco said with a grin as he held up the aforementioned device.
Omake: Minerva, as she should have been.
Albus sighed in frustration when the Head of Slytherin house stormed into his office screaming something about Potters and Minerva. Honestly, he was sometimes tempted to don a black robe and go on a killing spree just to get some peace and quiet.
"Settle down, Severus," Dumbledore ordered firmly. "I've summoned Minerva and the three of us can have a nice civil conversation after she gets here."
"Fine," Snape growled. He flopped into a chair with a look of frustration on his face. "But I won't be satisfied unless Potter is expelled."
"Of course you won't be," Dumbledore said in resignation. "And that's the wards, Minerva should be walking through the door . . . right . . . about . . ."
"You sent for me, Headmaster?" The Head of Gryffindor house asked politely.
"Severus tells me that you've overruled the detention he assigned to Harry Potter?"
"Young Mr. Potter was already serving a detention that night," Minerva said cautiously.
"Then why didn't you schedule it for a different night you simpl . . ." Snape froze, the look on his colleague's face was nothing short of terrifying.
"Go on, Severus," Minerva said in a frighteningly polite tone. "What was it you were going to say?"
"I believe he was going to say something along the lines of 'you simply must see that option is available to us,'" Dumbledore interrupted.
"Is that true, Severus?" Minerva demanded.
"Of course," Snape said quickly.
"Because for a moment, I thought you were going to say something else," Minerva continued.
"Why don't we get back to the subject at hand," Dumbledore suggested. "Why didn't you move Harry's detention to another night, Minerva?"
"He's earned detention for the remainder of the year," Minerva replied. "And aside from that, I finally found the time to look into why Severus tends to discipline my students more then he does any of the rest of the houses."
"One must expect the students to be more boisterous in a class with their rival house," Dumbledore said quickly. "Especially when taught by their rival's head of house."
"So you say, Headmaster," Minerva said politely. "Which is why I saw fit to take fifty points from young Mr. Malfoy when he came into my class today, another fifty when he breathed too loudly during my lecture, and an even hundred for cluttering my hall on the way here. I believe that puts Slytherin behind, shame."
"Minerva, you . . ." Dumbledore began.
"Are following Severus' example," Minerva interrupted. "I even used the record of points gained and lost to cull some of Severus' reasons to use myself. I'm afraid I've never seen fit to take so many points off a student without cause before."
"Minerva we." Dumbledore glanced at his other Professor for support. "Never mind."
"I think we're done here, Albus. Don't you?"
"Yes, Minerva," Albus agreed. "We're done here."
Omake for 'Just a Pawn'
Odd Ideas #103
"Now, Headmaster, if you believe your plan is so vital, then you'll drink this Polyjuice potion and take Hermione's place at Draco's revel. I'll even obliviate you afterwards if you like. but if you'd rather not, I do have an alternative option..."
By dogbertcarroll
Considering the way Dumbles has been portrayed at times...
"Brilliant!" Dumbledore said, shocking them both.
"What?" the two stunned teens responded, shocked.
"I'll be able to avoid the guilt of being involved in the situation by taking her place myself. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. If time runs a bit long I can just have them slip me some more polyjuice claiming that it's a magical mickey to keep me compliant."
"You're really willing to do this?" Harry asked.
"But of course," Dumbledore assured them. "I would never ask anyone to do anything I wouldn't do myself. I'll need both of you to stay up here so they won't know about the switch and I won't need to be obliviated so I may get some additional details on the new DEs."
Dumbledore slammed back the polyjuice and headed out with a smile on his face and a song in his heart, thinking that he hadn't been in this sort of situation in over thirty years and he'd had to pay for it last time.
Hermione and Harry exchanged glances.
"That is the most dedicated light wizard ever," Harry swore.
"I'll never doubt him again," Hermione agreed.
Addition by slickrcbd
Just then, the defenses in Dumbledore's office activated and both were promptly rendered unconscious. Later that night, Hermione was dismayed to discover that she had somehow accidentally broken her hymen when she tripped on the trick step and fell down the earlier. She was quite upset, she was hoping to give Harry the privilege of breaking it.
Revised Omake by slickrcbd
It was only after his Queen and Pawn had left that Dumbledore noticed that he wasn't in his normal body, but looked like a copy of Hermione Granger. How they managed to accomplish this without his noticing he had no idea and extremely disconcerning, as the taste of polyjuice is quite distinctive. He'd have to interrogate them under veritiserum to find out how they did it before removing all memory of it. Such knowledge is too dangerous, and they just proved that they aren't ready to possess it by what they did to his spies.
It was then that he realized that he still didn't have his wand. Rushing out of the office to catch them and force them to return it, he saw no sign of either Harry or Hermione. Could they have found a secret passage that he didn't know about? Something else to ask them about during the interrogation. While he was mussing, he noticed that a group of Slytherins had surrounded him while he was lost in though.
The leader then spoke, "Well, what have we here? The mudblood that was promised to us. You're not going to pull a switch THIS time. We're going to have SO much fun together..."