Post by mmadness101 on Aug 21, 2024 9:09:50 GMT -5
A Waste of a Potion
As you already know, the characters and the Harry Potter World belongs to J.K. Rowling, I only came up with this idea.
Chapter 1
“What are you three doing?” A voice asked, standing behind the golden trio.
They looked at each other briefly; Hermione’s eyes widened, Ron grimaced and only Harry seemed unfazed. They turned to see professor Remus Lupin staring down at them, a frown on his face.
“We’re practicing for our potion exam tomorrow.” Harry stated.
“Past curfew?” Lupin raised an eyebrow.
“Better late than never, right?” Ron quoted.
“You said your exam is tomorrow. You mean Saturday?” The professor asked rhetorically.
Hermione glared at Harry, as he and Ron were smiling sheepishly, feeling caught.
Remus peered over them and analysed the ingredients they were using; the open recipe was his confirmation.
“Amortentia? Really?” The trio remained silent, “Boys, this won’t solve your problems. It can be extremely dangerous, what were you thinking? And Hermione, I thought this would go against your morals, was I wrong?”
“It’s not for us.” Hermione replied quickly.
“Who is it for?” He asked, emphasising on ‘is’.
Once more, the trio looked at each other, they were having a whole wordless conversation, it mostly consisted of Hermione sending them glares, Ron shaking his head and Harry looking back and forth between them and Lupin. Meanwhile, he had patiently waited for them, trying to understand as much as he can. Until eventually, they seemed to come to an agreement by a nod.
“We just want to help two older people realise their love for each other.” Harry explained.
“Two teachers?” Lupin asked.
“Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.” Hermione revealed.
Lupin’s eyes widened, “And what makes you think they want to be together?”
Ron warned “Careful, Hermione could go on and on answering this question.”
The young girl rolled her eyes at her friend’s comment, “Because it’s obvious! The twinkle in his eyes intensifies when he’s looking at her, and her face softens when he’s near. There is not a night they don’t walk into the dining hall arm and arm, and I know they have to sit beside each other because she’s his deputy, but that doesn’t mean they can speak to no one else, and yet, they chose not to and focus on each other. As though the world disappears and it’s just them.”
“Although you seem very passionate about this topic Hermione, it doesn’t give you the right to meddle with their lives.” Lupin pointed out.
“But if they love each other, then why not help them?!" Harry asked.
"Amortentia isn't a game, and it cannot create love, it will only be an illusion, or rather an obsession along with an infatuation.”
“Yes. However, if they truly love each other, once the spell breaks, they will have a conversation and hopefully, remain together.” Hermione explained.
“And what if things go too far, and once the spell breaks, they will be too uncomfortable to even be friends?” Lupin asked, and the three students were left speechless.
Being given a new perspective, they took a moment to assimilate it.
“Don’t you think they belong together? The only time I had ever seen McGonagall laugh was once over dinner, when he whispered something to her. And McGonagall laughing says a lot. Wouldn’t they be happier together?”
“I believe you’re right on that aspect, but I also know it would be a waste of an Amortentia.”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked.
In response, all Lupin told them was to follow him, and so they did.
In the darkness of the night, no one could see as the golden trio and one of their professors rode their brooms up to the headmaster’s office.
The wide window was only a tad open, and the room was lit enough for them to see the pair they had been trying to set up together, casually playing chess.
They watched as Dumbledore picked up his cup of hot chocolate, and when Minerva looked up from the board, she laughed at the sight of the man in front of her, he tilted his head in confusion and she conjured up a mirror to show him.
The drink had stained his beard. His laughter joined hers. “I think it adds a bit of personality, don’t you?”
She replied with a chuckle “It surely adds on to your eccentricity,” She offered him a handkerchief, “Here.”
He dabbed away the traces of the chocolate, yet a spot remained. She pointed it out to him, and he tried to remove it, eventually she took back the handkerchief and did it herself.
After that, they both realised how close they were. He smiled at her, but she looked away. The room was quiet, only two sounds could be heard; the fireplace burning and the clock ticking. Minerva could also hear, loud and clear, the voice within her head. ‘I need to get out of here, before I accidently say something I shouldn’t.’
Whereas Albus’ voice told him, ‘I should tell her how I feel before she leaves.’
Her eyes were subconsciously guided by the sound until they settled on the clock, the excuse as old as time came to her mind, “Wouldn’t you look at the time! It’s getting late, I should head back to my chambers.” She stood up.
“Minerva,” Albus began, standing up as well.
She ignored him and went on, “I have any early class tomorrow, and papers to grade, –”
“Minerva.” He said more firmly. She paused, and their eyes met once more.
Suddenly, all the words Albus had ever learned had gone from his mind.
“What is it?” She asked, her voice sounded less assured with a hint of exasperation in it.
The man’s thoughts began to race, going through every possible response. “What about our game of chess?” He blurted unthinkingly.
“Well, I’m sure we can continue it tomorrow perhaps. It wouldn’t be the first time we leave something unfinished.” She answered in a toneless manner, before heading towards the door. She opened it, turned around and added with a small smile, “Good night, Albus.” Leaving him standing there to his own thoughts.
He fell back in his chair, eating a sherbet lemon and clutching the emerald green handkerchief she had left behind.
Remus Lupin shooed the kids back to their common room, a conversation awaiting them.
TBC...
A/N: Consider it an homage or whatever you will. This fandom may be dormant, and this story may never be read, but that doesn't mean I can't contribute to it. If anyone ever stumbles upon it, I hope you enjoy the story.
I know some things don't make much sense right now, but please bear with me and eventually all will be explained.
As you already know, the characters and the Harry Potter World belongs to J.K. Rowling, I only came up with this idea.
Chapter 1
“What are you three doing?” A voice asked, standing behind the golden trio.
They looked at each other briefly; Hermione’s eyes widened, Ron grimaced and only Harry seemed unfazed. They turned to see professor Remus Lupin staring down at them, a frown on his face.
“We’re practicing for our potion exam tomorrow.” Harry stated.
“Past curfew?” Lupin raised an eyebrow.
“Better late than never, right?” Ron quoted.
“You said your exam is tomorrow. You mean Saturday?” The professor asked rhetorically.
Hermione glared at Harry, as he and Ron were smiling sheepishly, feeling caught.
Remus peered over them and analysed the ingredients they were using; the open recipe was his confirmation.
“Amortentia? Really?” The trio remained silent, “Boys, this won’t solve your problems. It can be extremely dangerous, what were you thinking? And Hermione, I thought this would go against your morals, was I wrong?”
“It’s not for us.” Hermione replied quickly.
“Who is it for?” He asked, emphasising on ‘is’.
Once more, the trio looked at each other, they were having a whole wordless conversation, it mostly consisted of Hermione sending them glares, Ron shaking his head and Harry looking back and forth between them and Lupin. Meanwhile, he had patiently waited for them, trying to understand as much as he can. Until eventually, they seemed to come to an agreement by a nod.
“We just want to help two older people realise their love for each other.” Harry explained.
“Two teachers?” Lupin asked.
“Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.” Hermione revealed.
Lupin’s eyes widened, “And what makes you think they want to be together?”
Ron warned “Careful, Hermione could go on and on answering this question.”
The young girl rolled her eyes at her friend’s comment, “Because it’s obvious! The twinkle in his eyes intensifies when he’s looking at her, and her face softens when he’s near. There is not a night they don’t walk into the dining hall arm and arm, and I know they have to sit beside each other because she’s his deputy, but that doesn’t mean they can speak to no one else, and yet, they chose not to and focus on each other. As though the world disappears and it’s just them.”
“Although you seem very passionate about this topic Hermione, it doesn’t give you the right to meddle with their lives.” Lupin pointed out.
“But if they love each other, then why not help them?!" Harry asked.
"Amortentia isn't a game, and it cannot create love, it will only be an illusion, or rather an obsession along with an infatuation.”
“Yes. However, if they truly love each other, once the spell breaks, they will have a conversation and hopefully, remain together.” Hermione explained.
“And what if things go too far, and once the spell breaks, they will be too uncomfortable to even be friends?” Lupin asked, and the three students were left speechless.
Being given a new perspective, they took a moment to assimilate it.
“Don’t you think they belong together? The only time I had ever seen McGonagall laugh was once over dinner, when he whispered something to her. And McGonagall laughing says a lot. Wouldn’t they be happier together?”
“I believe you’re right on that aspect, but I also know it would be a waste of an Amortentia.”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked.
In response, all Lupin told them was to follow him, and so they did.
In the darkness of the night, no one could see as the golden trio and one of their professors rode their brooms up to the headmaster’s office.
The wide window was only a tad open, and the room was lit enough for them to see the pair they had been trying to set up together, casually playing chess.
They watched as Dumbledore picked up his cup of hot chocolate, and when Minerva looked up from the board, she laughed at the sight of the man in front of her, he tilted his head in confusion and she conjured up a mirror to show him.
The drink had stained his beard. His laughter joined hers. “I think it adds a bit of personality, don’t you?”
She replied with a chuckle “It surely adds on to your eccentricity,” She offered him a handkerchief, “Here.”
He dabbed away the traces of the chocolate, yet a spot remained. She pointed it out to him, and he tried to remove it, eventually she took back the handkerchief and did it herself.
After that, they both realised how close they were. He smiled at her, but she looked away. The room was quiet, only two sounds could be heard; the fireplace burning and the clock ticking. Minerva could also hear, loud and clear, the voice within her head. ‘I need to get out of here, before I accidently say something I shouldn’t.’
Whereas Albus’ voice told him, ‘I should tell her how I feel before she leaves.’
Her eyes were subconsciously guided by the sound until they settled on the clock, the excuse as old as time came to her mind, “Wouldn’t you look at the time! It’s getting late, I should head back to my chambers.” She stood up.
“Minerva,” Albus began, standing up as well.
She ignored him and went on, “I have any early class tomorrow, and papers to grade, –”
“Minerva.” He said more firmly. She paused, and their eyes met once more.
Suddenly, all the words Albus had ever learned had gone from his mind.
“What is it?” She asked, her voice sounded less assured with a hint of exasperation in it.
The man’s thoughts began to race, going through every possible response. “What about our game of chess?” He blurted unthinkingly.
“Well, I’m sure we can continue it tomorrow perhaps. It wouldn’t be the first time we leave something unfinished.” She answered in a toneless manner, before heading towards the door. She opened it, turned around and added with a small smile, “Good night, Albus.” Leaving him standing there to his own thoughts.
He fell back in his chair, eating a sherbet lemon and clutching the emerald green handkerchief she had left behind.
Remus Lupin shooed the kids back to their common room, a conversation awaiting them.
TBC...
A/N: Consider it an homage or whatever you will. This fandom may be dormant, and this story may never be read, but that doesn't mean I can't contribute to it. If anyone ever stumbles upon it, I hope you enjoy the story.
I know some things don't make much sense right now, but please bear with me and eventually all will be explained.
