Chapter 30

Going Rogue

Friday, 13 December 1996

It had been a week and Harry was ready to see it over. Tonks had taken to running the Marauders first period through occlumency which was simultaneously relaxing and stressing. Then last period, the original, she was running all the Cadets through defensive tactics. Increase shield charm, counterspells, but also a lot of dodge and cover tactics in the Room of Requirement. Once she was formally introduced to it she took to it with gusto. Add to that the normal course load, and don't forget, charming Slughorn, for a reason known only to Dumbledore, Harry was feeling exhausted. Then he walked into the Gryffindor commons, and saw his favorite redhead sitting with her feet kicked up on a table. She smiled warmly as he approached.

"Harry, I can see by that expression you need a night off worse than me. Are you going to be okay?"

"Just tell me we're still good for tonight?"

"Always. You had a Room of Requirement idea tonight, right?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded. "Well then, we're on our own schedule." Ginny smiled. "Why don't you go get cleaned up quick? Relax and reset."

"Brilliant," Harry replied with a kiss on her yhead and he headed up to his room. He practically literally ran into Ron in the doorway. "Sorry, Ron."

"No worries, mate. Tell me you're not in for the night?" Ron asked, looking confused.

"Nope, just grabbing a shower first, then plans with Gin. You?"

To his credit, Ron didn't even flinch. Harry quite appreciated that but chose not to make a big deal about it.

"Taking Hermione to the astronomy tower. There's a comet coming in and a meteor shower that I want to show her through some of the equipment."

Harry paused. "Comet and meteor shower? How bad?"

Ron grinned and shook his head. "Not bad at all, it happens not uncommonly. No end of the world or anything."

"Ah, okay, thanks,"

"No problem," Ron turned to leave. "Oh Harry, by the way, someone left a gift on your bed."

"It's a little early for Christmas?"

"Mate, I don't know. That's all on you two." Ron grinned and walked away.

Harry walked over and found the gift in a red wrapper and green ribbon. He flipped open his knife and made short work of the wapping to find a box of a dozen chocolate cauldrons. 'So this is why Gin wanted me to head up here.' Harry shrugged as he opened the box. He looked over to the pair of roommates still in his room. "Hey, Seamus, Dean, Share the wealth?" Harry said as offered one to each of them. He grabbed one for himself as he closed the box. He regretted it once he bit down and opened the liquid core. He soon regretted it. 'Oi, that is the worst candy I've ever tasted." He laid the candy on the counter by his kitchenette sink as he grabbed a change into weekend clothes and put himself through his private shower. Yes, Harry knew he was spoiled with this room, but Merlin, he loved it. He brushed his teeth thoroughly to rid himself of the vile sweet then hopped into the shower. Ginny was right, it gave him a second wind.

Refreshed and dressed the night, Harry hurried down stairs where he could hear commotion before he even got to the bottom floor. Once he did he was able to place a source to the commotion. Dean and Seamus in a vicious argument in the middle of the common room.

"She doesn't even know you're alive!"

"Me? At least I don't use a dumb accent to get her attention!"

Harry was shocked by the change, skirted the perimeter of the two lads all but throwing punches at each other. He saw Ginny around the edge and slipped behind her. "What the hell caused this?" he asked.

"No idea, they came storming downstairs shortly after you went up. I'm surprised you missed each other." she replied, continuing to watch the argument.

"I didn't. Met 'em in our dorm room. I even shared a couple pieces of that chocolate with them."

"What chocolate?" she asked, still watching the arguing.

"At least I got something that catches her eye! What do you do? Stand and look stupid?"

"Stupid? Who the hell got caught sneaking out? Not me!"

"That early Christmas gift. The Chocolate Cauldrons. Thanks by the way, but if I may… never get that brand again. Worst candy ever."

Ginny's face became very serious, and her eyes grew large with concern. "Harry, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

Harry's expression met hers as her asking the safety question triggered his own concerns. "Treacle Tart, what's going on?"

"I didn't give you any chocolate."

"But Ron said…" Harry bit his tongue. Ron was his best mate, but not always the most observant. "Bollox."

Finally light came from the arguing roommates.

"Romilda wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!"

"Hey, you're the one used to using a short pole!"

"Romilda…" Harry and Ginny both repeated with annoyance at the same time.

"The bitch doesn't know when to quit!" Ginny continued with anger again.

"Agreed, but let's take care of these two before it gets more violent." Harry took a breath and let in anger show through as he marched forward. "Thomas! Finnigan! Calm the hell down! You've been drugged or charmed or something!"

"Oh look, It's Mr. High and Mighty himself!

"The bloody Chosen One sticking his nose in!"

"Oi," Harry tried to reason with them. "Who cares about Vane? You're both dating other girls. Better girls. Now, let's go get you to medical so we can start our bloody weekends!

Then Seamus had what he thought was a good idea at the time. "You know, I am getting a little sick and tired of you telling me what to do! All so you can have Romilda for yourself!" He stopped for a moment, eyeing and sizing Harry up.

Harry could tell what he was doing. "If it wasn't obvious before, it sure as hell is now. If you have ever believed me before, believe me now. You two are hexed in the head or something. Medical now!"

Raising his voice was clearly the trigger, as both of them lunged for Harry… sloppily. He side stepped out of the way as they ran into each other, bounced off each other, and fell to the floor. "Before you guys hurt yourselves." Harry said as he drew his wand and stunned them both. The crowd finally dispersed with a laugh.

Ginny came up less concerned but still uneasy. "You okay?"

"Literally did not touch me, I'm fine," he reassured with a rub to her shoulder. He looked down to the pair on the floor. "I stunned them. I 'spose it's my responsibility to haul them to the Hospital wing. This is not what I wanted to do tonight."

"I'll get the chocolates… and tell McGonagall." Ginny sighed as she headed upstairs.

Harry levitated both Seamus and Dean and floated them down the hall with a constant expression of annoyance on his face, muttering "I should be on a date. I should be on a date." He waved with far too much familiarity to Madam Pomfrey as he lifted them onto beds. He put Seamus on the one with the pokey spring.

"What happened to them?" she asked with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

"They're hexed or something. They suddenly got the hots for Romilda Vane and literally got into fighting over her. I tried to break them up. They came at me. I stunned them to keep them from hurting themselves. Here they are." He spread his arms wide like presenting a gift. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, this hospital can exist without you in its walls," the matron said with a hint of a smile.

"Ma'am," he nodded with a grin. He headed out the door only to be met with Professor McGonagill and a very angry looking Ginny carrying the box of chocolates.

"Apologies, Mr. Potter, I don't believe it would be wise for you to leave just yet." the Professor said with a hand up.

Harry held his hand up in surrender. "It was a pair of stunners, that's all. It was for their own good. I swear ma'am. Gin will back me up."

Ginny's rage calmed for a moment as she shook her head. But it was the Professor who continued speaking. "Again, Harry, I commend you on your restraint. I have no qualm with your actions. But I fear you are our third patient."

"'Worst candy ever', you said. So you ate one, right?" Ginny said, with far more concern than anything else.

"Well, ya, but it must be a dud or something. Believe me, any thoughts I have of Vane right now make me think Gin's got the right idea."

Ginny smiled in appreciation. Even the Professor let a slight grin come to her lips. "I see no reason to argue with that. Respectfully, Harry, as much as happens to you I believe the wisest course of action would be to wait until we test and confirm the situation. Professor Slughorn is on his way."

Harry looked to Ginny with desperation in his eyes. "This is not what I had in mind for a date tonight." Harry said as he finally had a seat on 'his' bed. "Bollox." he said as he realized once again, he was a patient in the hospital. "I still say I'm not injured, I'm not jinxed or bespelled. If you're not going to let me out of here, can we skip flaming the Weasleys this time?"

Professor McGonagall nodded. "I am willing to make that concession for you, Mr. Potter."

The Matron began by getting blood samples from all three of them. Harry rolled his eyes as Madam Pomfrey rolled up his sleeve. Ginny had sat next to him on the bed and grabbed his hand. "Harry," she said with great frustration and annoyance. "Give me a reason not to kill her."

Harry looked over to Ginny with an expression of pure acceptance and understanding. "Because she hasn't killed anyone. She's a stupid crazy bitch of a girl. One of us is definitely hexing her. But as much of a pain in the arse she is, she's not in the war. Damn to hell, this is average school stuff. Most importantly, though, she missed. I'm still here, and I only have eyes for you." he leaned into kiss Ginny's hair, comforted again by the apple blossom scent.

"Damn nobility," Ginny groused.

Harry grinned wide. "I said we don't kill her. Never said there won't be payback. There will be payback."

"And payback is a bitch." Ginny finished with her jaw clenched in anger.

Finally Professor Slughorn arrived, with what looked like a doctor's bag in hand. "Oh ho ho." he waved as he entered. McGonagall briefed him as he set up a small working area near the Professor. McGonagall focused on one the eight remaining Chocolate Cauldrons. The Matron on the blood samples, and Slughorn on the antidote.

McGonagall finished first. "Well, The arcane signature on this does match from Miss Vane's last … interview. This was clearly a love potion base prepared by someone else that she finished, likely a hair additive trigger."

Slughorn nodded. "That would make sense. I would be surprised if she could make a potion of this caliber."

The Matron finally added. "Tests show all three lads have the potion in their system."

"Excuse me!" Harry yelled. "Test mine again, I got no bloody hots for Vane!" Slughorn looked over with his eyebrow raised curiously. McGonagall let a small smile break through. But the Matorn stood firm. "I've tested it three times, Harry. It is in your bloodstream."

"But I don't care about Romilda Vane. The only girl I love is this one right here." Harry turned to Ginny. "I swear to Merlin."

"I believe you." Ginny replied nodding, with a brief smile poking through her feelings about Vane. "I know. And the feeling is mutual."

"Be that as it may, " Slughorn said as he walked over. "It is not wise to walk around with unwanted potions in your bloodstream. I would recommend this," he said, handing Harry a vial. "And an overnight detox."

"Too far!, I got…"

"I am afraid I will need to cancel your evening plans, for the safety of your health." Slughorn said with a slight frown. As he packed up, he called over. "Miss Weasley, would you be a dear and help an old man with his things?"

"Sure Professor." Ginny got off the bed, and gave Harry his wizard pack and rubbed his cheek. "We'll flip our usual schedule around. Get your homework done tonight, We'll have Saturday and Sunday to ourselves. It'll be okay." She kissed Harry goodbye who nodded at the logic of the agreement, even if neither of them liked it.

Like any Weasley before her, Ginny grabbed Slughorn's bag and walked beside him on the way back to his classroom. As they rounded the first corner, Slughorn took the bag back. "My apologies for the subterfuge Miss Weasley, but I wanted to have a word with you in private."

"I figured. No offense, Professor, you're not subtle." She crossed her arms and braced herself. "How bad is this going to be?"

Slughorn, "Oh, my apologies if I gave that impression. Not bad at all. I wondered, as you clearly know Mr. Potter far better than I, how strong would say his resolve is?"

"Harry?" Ginny said in surprise. "Harry's heart is unstoppable. Like literally."

Slughorn nodded with a knowing look on his eye, and a grin came to face.

"Why is this relevant?" Ginny asked.

"Well, it is true that Mr. Potter does have the love potion in his system. But by any observation he is completely unaffected. For that to occur, there would have to have been two conditions met. The first being the party possessing uniquely strong will power."

Ginny chuckled. "Yep, that's Harry. He's resisted the imperius curse. Riddle's imperius curse."

Slughorg's eyes widened. "That is very impressive, and yes would indicate the level of will power required. Thank you."

"What's the second condition?"

Slughorn stopped and smiled warmly at Ginny. "I would think it would be obvious. Love, but…" he raised a finger. "But to be clear, I do not mean average infatuation, or even romantic affection. What allows one to overcome a love potion is a wholehearted self sacrificial devotion. Putting someone else's needs completely before their own." Slughorn took a breath and sighed. "Put simply Miss Weasley, that young man would die for you."

This time Ginny took a breath, "Believe me, Professor, that's not a surprise," she forced a fake smile. "The challenge we have is trying to get that man to live for me too."

Slughorn smiled and placed a kind hand on her shoulder. "That would seem preferable. Miss Weasley, what you two share… that is the stuff of legends and stories. It is heartwarming to see in real life. If either of you need assistance in the future, please do not be bashful."

"Thank you, Professor," she nodded as she let him continue on by himself, for once Slughorn didn't seem to be quite so self serving.

Ginny stood in the hall, alone with her thoughts. Harry's feelings were no surprise, the last five months had already shown that. In the grand scheme of all things Harry Potter, his resistance to love potion was only mildly surprising, but highly complimentary. Damn she loved that man.

And Romilda was determined to get in her way.

And Ginny was mad!

And Merlin help her… she was unsupervised.

Ginny looked down to her and pulled out a few items she had picked up over the last hour. In her right hand, a Chocolate Cauldron she put a preservation charm on. In her left hand, Harry's invisibility cloak. Very quickly Ginny had a plan.

She marched directly back to Gryffindor Tower. The glare in her eyes being sufficient, anyone she saw in the hall cleared out of the way. The parting of students continued though the common room and up the girls stairs. She had no subtly, she directly opened the door to the Fourth Years, Crissy Jane and Rebecca Blossom looked up with surprise when Ginny walked in.

"Which one is Vane's?" is all she asked. Both the younger girls nervously pointed to the same bed. Ginny nodded, but then growled, "Get out for 20 minutes."

Ginny came to Romilda's bed and trunk. She took a knee and opened the trunk. The inside of the lid was covered with newspaper clippings of Harry's photos. 'Why am I not surprised?' Ginny briefly looked through the trunk, not immediately seeing anything else of note. Average school and personal items.

She crossed her arms and thought. 'If I were an idiot, where would I put my potion stuff when I was done with it?' Immediately Ginny saw a bin nearby. 'How dumb could she be?" She walked over and there in plain sight was an empty bottle of cough syrup. Ginny picked it up and smelled it… not cough syrup. She looked at the bottle. It wasn't a brand she was familiar with, but there was something very familiar about this. She glanced down and looked at the brown wrapper in the bin that was still vaguely the same shape as the bottle. Ginny picked that up and saw it addressed to Romilda here at Hogwarts. She looked over to the return address. Technically, the company listed was WWW Services, but she'd recognize the address anywhere, it was the joke shop. "TWINS!" she growled.

Ginny was pocketing her bin finds when Romilda burst into her room. "What are you doing here!" Ginny didn't even stand up. With a flick of her wrist, she shot a stupefy out, stunning Romilda, turning her world black. Without so much as a blink in emotion Ginny put a temporary featherweight charm on Romilda, then picked up the brunette. With a grin she threw the cloak of invisibility over them both.

Romilda stayed unconscious for a bit. With only a vague sensation of movement while she was out. Then it became very quiet. She couldn't hear any conversion of students or anyone else. Next, it became very cold. But then the noises returned, but not the student's voices. These were more animalistic. The hiss, growls, and neighs of an amalgam of creatures. Romilda awoke in a shock. She sat up with a start and looked around. Recognized she was out by Hagrid's cabin. Laying on a rock roughly in the center of the menagerie. Her lower lip started to tremble as she had no idea what was going on.

"Well, well, look who's awake?" a disembodied voice sounded. Then from thin air Ginny appeared before Romilda crossing her arms and flames back in her eyes.

"What - what are you doing?"

"Taking out the trash." Ginny said. "I warned you."

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Romilda stuttered.

"Oh really?" Ginny said as she pulled out the last chocolate cauldron.

"Why should I care about chocolate?" Romilda asked.

Ginny smiled. "You can tell it's chocolate from twenty feet away? What great eyes you have," the redhead said, dripping with sarcasm.

Romilda flinched as she realized she just confessed. Panic filled her eyes and by Ginny's growing grin, Romilda knew Ginny saw it too.

Still the redhead played along. "Well, if you don't care about chocolate, then you won't care if I throw this away? You know in any old random direction. To any of Hagrid's creatures? You know, Crup pups, Flobberworms, Thestrals, Flitterby Moths, Occamy, Mooncalves. I can't think of any reason not to give one of them a real treat? Can you?"

Ginny curled her arm back and began to throw-

"Stop!" Romilda screamed with panic in her eyes.

As innocent as could be and even with a pouty lip Ginny asked, "Why? What's wrong?"

The thought of any one of Hagrid's creatures on a love potion obsession breaking out of their stalls and focused solely on her terrified Romilda to her soul. "Gods, I'm sorry… I'll stop, I swear!"

"Stop what, Romilda?" she said still as innocent as possible.

"I'll stop chasing Harry! He's off limits!" Romilda declared in panic.

Flames came back to Ginny's eyes as she bent down to look at her challenger face to face. She growled, "You're goddamned right he is." Ginny held the cauldron in her hand. "And this stays with me. You forget your little revelation here, we're finishing this lesson. Understand?" Romilda was trembling in fear. "Understand!" Ginny repeated.

"Yes, ma'am!" Romilda cried with tears of fear down her cheeks.

Ginny disappeared to invisibility. "I'll be watching."

Ginny pocketed the cauldron again as she walked away satisfied, but unfinished. Instead of the castle her next destination was the Whomping Willow. She remembered to grab a handful of stones as she walked. She pocketed the invisibility cloak when she started throwing. Unpracticed, it did take her a few tries to get the tree stunned. But then as Harry showed her, she dashed across the distance and leapt into the tunnel. She smiled, feeling rather proud of herself. Then quickly made her way through the tunnel. Once she was in the Shrieking Shack, she knew she was far enough. With her anger rising she apprated away with a flame.

Under the cloak Ginny waited for the joke store to be empty, aside from, owners. Once there was a break in customers, Ginny locked the door and turned the sign just like she had a dozen times over the summer. She then ducked down an aisle out of sight, then took the cloak off. Finally, with her rage showing she loudly marched up to the register where Fred and George were chatting about the day.

"Ginny?" Fred asked from behind the register, making George turn around with a smile. It quickly faded.

"Is school out early this term?" George asked.

"You bloody idiots," she greeted them with disgust. She threw the empty cough syrup bottle on the counter.

George picked it up. "Oh, you recognized the handiwork, that was Fred's idea."

Fred grinned tapping his head, "Yep, Owl delivery does well, and who's going to question medicine sent to their kid."

Ginny's eyes of anger shifted back and forth between her brothers. "You know, this summer, I overheard you talking about the fall product line. But I never thought you would stoop so low. You bastards actually sell love potions!"

Uncomfortable, Fred cleared his throat and argued."It's a perfectly legal potion, sis."

"Legal doesn't make it right!" Ginny shouted as her aurora burst into flame. "You were raised by the same parents I was. When did you miss that! Are you both so damn galleons greedy you don't give a damn about consequences?"

Fred and George were well aware of their sister's temper, but this was the first time they had seen her literally burst into flames. Looking at the burning wrath of their enraged sister was making the Weasley Twins rethink many of their decisions. Though admittedly, their ability to think was greatly dismissed as they were truly terrified of what the burning messenger was going to do next.

"It's just a joke product, Ginny. Like the whole shop?" George excused meekly, gestured to everything around them.

"Just a joke?" she gestured to the display of love potions. "A product that creates obsession and overrides reason, it takes away a person's ability to choose! And you think that's funny!" she seethed. "Just how did you think this was going to work?"

Fred squirmed, "You know…."

George followed along, "You know… Marital aids."

"Bullshit!" Ginny screamed back, "You know exactly who's buying this, and it ain't old married couples!"

"Okay, okay, We figured it would add a little extra fun getting together. A little extra zip in the relationship."

"A little zip? A little zip?!" Ginny yelled as she knocked over a small display of prank gum on the floor. "What about outside relationships, you idiots!"

Fred and George turned and looked at each other blankly.

Seeing a possible understanding, Ginny's flames died but she growled at her brothers. "I know exactly how you thought these things would work. A couple awkward singles get together. Worst case scenario they have an awkward morning after. Though you two probably sold it to yourself on some misguided romantic notion of 'bringing couples together and starting wonderful beginnings, right?"

Her brothers' silence and shrugging heads showed she had hit the target.

"Do you want to know how I got that?" Ginny said, pointing to the cough syrup bottle. "Romilda Vane has been stalking Harry all term. She used a polyjuice potion last month, which I suspect came from here too and tonight, she used your damn love potion to lace candies and gave them to him."

"Merlin, is he okay?" George asked, seeming to honestly care.

"Oh! Now you care about the effects of your products! You know what? No, you wait for a minute while I have your attention. Because I want you two to think! How many pregnancies do you think this shit leads to? How many rapes? What happens when some bastard slips that into Angelina? Or Hermione? What happens when a bastard slips it to me?"

Ginny let the silence fill the air, letting the deal with their own guilty consciousnesses. "Alright Ginny," Fred nodded, "you made your point. No more love potions."

"Agreed, we were sodding idiots." George agreed.

"Damn right," Ginny agreed, still angry but tone dropping to conversational. "You two are brilliant. You two are too good to lower yourselves to be supplying that. I don't care about your joke products. I agree people need a laugh. Loss of free will is no joke."

"Product goes down the drain tonight." Fred said apprehensively.

"Good, because I'm back here next weekend. I see that display up, I'm torching it."

A nervous George nodded. "Ya Ginny, we get you."

Fred swallowed hard, "Um, can we ask about Harry now?"

"He's fine. Apparently, the same iron will of his that allows him to resist the imperious curse, allows him to resist love potion. So congratulations, you guys got lucky. Although Dean and Seamus got into a fight over Romilda."

"Fight?" George asked.

"Argument. A lot of them mouthing off at each other. Though when Harry tried to break them up they came at him."

"Is he okay after that?"

Ginny seemed to calm a bit, even cracked a smile "Phbt, it's Harry, he dodged and stunned them. He's fine. They're unconscious in the hospital wing right now. Thanks to Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

Ginny turned and started to walk off but then stopped and grabbed something off the shelf. Then she returned. "Just to show that I want you guys to succeed, let me give you a tip. This is your next big product." she said slamming down a feather fall bracelet.

"Really, you think it's that good?" George asked.

"Yes, These saved a lot of us during quidditch and battle flight training this fall. But what you need to do is get it out of this joke shop. You need to get it into quidditch inventory. Now, if only you had a connection to get you a meeting with a major broom manufacturer. Oh wait, you do!"

Fred was awestruck. "Wait, you would do that for us?"

"It's a good product that helps people. I would absolutely support that. And you are family, I want to help you, when your heads are not in your arses. First, get rid of the love potions and then I will send a letter of introduction to Nimbus."

Ginny returned to Hogwarts the same way she left, just as smoothly. She returned to the tower with plans to get her books and visit Harry. On the way back down in the Common Room, Professor McGonagall stood, clearly waiting for her. "Ma'am?"

"One assumes you are on your way to visit Mr. Potter."

"It was the plan. If he's fine, but stuck in there on technicality, I see no reason not to keep company and study with him."

"Indeed, nor do I." the house head nodded.

"Really?" Ginny said with a touch of surprise.

The Professor allowed her posture to relax for a moment. "Miss Weasley, you are halfway through your Fifth year, and under Mr. Potter's tutoring you have already earned an O.W.L. and N.E.W.T., and I can't even hesitate to guess what your scores in a traditional Defense course would be. I am not concerned with the two of you nor your study habits. No, I stopped you tonight to see if you would give Mr. Potter a message?"

"Oh, sure, of course."

"You both may find some comfort in knowing Miss Vane will be leaving the castle this weekend and not returning."

"Oh, really?" Ginny said with a smile. "Her idea?"

McGonagall smiled, "No. In the last few weeks I too studied, and was reminded that while I need Professor Dumbledore's approval for expulsions, I do have full authority to transfer students."

"Transfer? To where?"

"Correspondence courses. She is leaving for home this weekend, I will see her through my floo myself. If she wishes to continue through Hogwarts next term she will do so only through our Correspondence course work we have established for the families who choose not to have their children attend."

"I didn't even know that was a thing."

McGonagall looked slightly surprised. "You didn't think these were all the children of wizarding Britain did you?"

"Yes, kinda."

The Professor shook her head. "Oh dear, we teachers really need to talk about things more with you students. Yes, Hogwarts actually has a well developed Correspondence Course work. It surges in enrollments during the war time, though I admit in recent years, many enrollment forms have cited a certain former potions instructor."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Regardless, Miss Vane will no longer be on the castle grounds."

"I'll be happy to let Harry know." Ginny said as she started to leave.

"Miss Weasley," the Professor called to stop her. "I was surprised how willing and accepting Miss Vane was when I told her of her transfer. She seemed almost … relieved." The elder witch looked directly at Ginny with a knowing smile. "Well played."

Author Notes:

Harry and Love Potion

I want to give full respect to Vaffyu and her work Dating Ginny Weasley, Chapter 9.

-now if you haven't read her series starting with Rejecting Ginny Weasley, do so, great stuff.

Neither if us is copying from the other. We both had similar opinion of how love potions should work. It is something we actually debated together on the Harry and Ginny discord server. (If you are a Hinny fan, join.) Funny enough there are 3 or 4 of us writing Hinny AU's or Year 8 stuff. So some of these canon events come up and are debated around. The whole idea of love potions using hairs to determine the target of love was thought up there too. (Yes, we stole from polyjuice, because it made sense to us.)

Regardless, I wanted to give you all a peak behind the curtain. Feel free to comment below.