𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 | Harry Potter Fanfic

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|| Nightmare Memory ||

The corridor was jam packed with students. Professor McGonagall was trying to coordinate everything while Harry and Ron stood on a bench and watched all the chaos.

"Mr Davis! Mr Davis, that is the girls bathroom"

McGonagall caught a glimpse of two gryffindor boys laughing at the scene. She sighed and shook her head before calling one of them.

"Potter..."

"This can't be good" Harry sighs as he jumps down from the bench.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" she asked as he approached her.

"Well- I had a free period this morning, professor..."

"So I noticed. I would think you'd want to fill it with potions, or is it no longer your ambition to become an auror?"

"I-It was, I was told I had to get an 'Outstanding' on my O.W.L's" he answered.

"So you did, when professor Snape was teaching potions. However, professor Slughorn is perfectly happy to accept NEWT students. With 'Exceeds Expectations'." she explained.

Harry mentally face palmed himself. He completely forgot that Slughorn was teaching potions now. He didn't want to go to potions, but it was the only thing to stop McGonagall from yelling at him.

"Brilliant! Uhm- Well I'll head there straight away"

"Good" McGonagall said.

He turned around to go to potions when McGonagall called him again.

"Potter. Take Weasley with you, he looks far too happy over there"

Harry nodded, turned back around, yanked Ron, and went to potions class with him. Ron grumbled the whole way to potions class, he was saying stuff about how he was supposed to be practicing quidditch instead.

When the two gryffindor boys finally arrived, the class was already starting. Gryffindor and slytherin students stood and listened to Slughorn while clutching a potions book on their hands.

"Ah! Harry, my boy, I was beginning to worry" Slughorn turned around.

"You've brought someone with us, I see" he continued as his eyes traveled to the ginger haired boy standing next to Harry.

"Ron Weasley, sir" Ron introduced himself.

Lavender Brown giggled lightly at the sight of the ginger haired boy. Hermione who was standing beside her couldn't help but notice and huffed in annoyance.

"But I'm dead awful at potions, a menace, actually. So I'm just gonna-"

Ron backed up, wanting to get out. But before he could, Harry stopped him and yanked him back to where he was standing.

"Nonsense, we'll sort you out. Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine" Slughorn replied.

"Get your books out"

"Oh I haven't actually got my book yet, and nor has Ron" Harry said quickly.

"Get what you need from the cupboard. Now, as I was saying...." Slughorn added.

As Slughorn continued to teach the class, Ron and Harry headed to the cupboard to find two potions book. One looked perfectly clean and new, the other one looked dusty and old.

Both gryffindor boys looked at each other, smirked, before diving in to get their hands on the new book. But in the end, Ron got it, so Harry had no choice but to pick up the old one.