What is a Malfoy?

Potions, Detention, and Lies

This is the story of how two Hogwarts students from rival houses came together to form a friendship. It all started when a young witch named Luna Lovegood bought an extra-strong vial of love potion from the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes shop in Diagon Alley.

It was a foggy Monday evening. In the Great Hall, over the clinking of silverware and the sloshing of cups of pumpkin juice, everyone was whispering about the brown-haired savior.

"I don't understand, 'Mione! I read this book last night yet...I can't recall any information," Harry complained, skimming the pages of his Transfiguration book for the second time.

"Hermione looked over to the worried boy. "Well, maybe you weren't paying attention to the reading. Plus, when did you want to learn by yourself?"

Harry responded with a light glare before easing up "Well 'Mione, I have been trying you know. I do the work, read the books, and try to learn. No matter how hard I try, it never sticks in my brain." It always confused Harry when he couldn't remember anything except two spells.

Ron listened to the conversation with his face full of almond-ginger-peach treacle tart. "He decided to speak his opinion mid-bite. "Well, mate, I say you shouldn't worry about studying. 'Mione will do it for us."

Harry scoffed, "I want to study, that's the thing. I've always been good in muggle schools and I want to at least pass my classes." "Harry took his bag and meandered out of the Great Hall, just letting his feet carry him. At the turn of the corridor, he bumped into the potion master, Professor Snape.

"I prefer you not bump into me, Potter. I do have places to get to." Snape glared at the boy on the floor. "Take detention tonight at 8 pm sharp to learn how to walk properly. If you're late, you get to stay an hour longer." Snape left the boy gawking and went to his dungeons, his robes flowing behind him like smoke.

Harry got back on his feet and stomped to the common room. "Great, now I have to suffer with the person who hates me the most," he mumbled, taking out his homework and running down to the potion classroom. He made it there 5 minutes before 8 pm and knocked on the door.

Snape looked at the time and put away a small picture in one of his drawers then opened the door, "Ah, Potter, you're finally early to something." He ushered Harry in and wrote something on the board. "You will be cleaning cauldrons."

Harry groaned and looked at his mountain of homework, dumping it all on a random desk. "Sir, I'd rather do homework so I don't end up in detention again."

Snape glanced at the child with less than half a care. "Well, Mr. Potter, what's the point of doing your work if you won't get any of it into your thick skull." The other male looked over quite shocked as if Snape grew a pair of wings.

"How do you know about my memory loss? I only told 'Mione!" Harry seemed frantic and in Snape's opinion, he could've been transferred to St Mungo's Hospital.

"It seems you do have a rather. . ." Snape paused to look at the odd boy in front of him before continuing "serious case of amnesia." He went over to his case of potions and got a diagnosis potion to tell Snape exactly what was happening in the young Potter's mind

"U-um, sir? What exactly does that potion do?" Harry took a few steps back as Snape took strides towards him. The frightened young boy squeezed his eyes shut as Snape shoved the potion in his hand.

Snape huffed slightly rubbing his temples, the young boy just being in the room gave him a huge headache. "This will help me identify everything that is wrong with your body Mr. Potter. Although, I think my parchment will only show you not using the little of what you call a brain." He watched as the green-eyed boy chugged the ever so slightly bad-tasting potion as he took out a piece of parchment.

"Sir... I don't feel well at all" Harry put a hand on his forehead as the floor beneath him started to sway. 

The young Gryffindor collided to the floor with a thump resonating in the room. Snape was too caught up in the parchment in front of him to notice. The list kept getting longer and longer. He only had one thought on his mind, 'Albus Dumbledore, what in the bloody hell did you get this child into?'