When two worlds collide.

Love Potions.

"It's so easy for them to get to you. You're bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to realise who you are, Alex!" Hermione scolds.

"I know who I am, Hermione, alright. Sorry." I sigh.

"Lav, come on. Of course I'll wear it." Ron huffs.

"That's my Won-Won!" Lavender smiles.

"Excuse me, I have to go and vomit." Hermione clutches her stomach and stands up, walking away.

. . .

Flashback -

"Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?" Tom questions.

"Tom, I couldn't tell you if I knew, could I? And by the way, thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right. It is my favorite. But how did you know?"

"Intuition." Tom smiles proudly.

"Good gracious, is it that time already? Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention. Look sharp, Tom. Don't be caught out of bed after hours.." Slughorn states before looking at Tons face. "Is something on your mind, Tom?"

"Yes, sir. See, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to. The other professors...Well, they're not like you. They might misunderstand." Tom sighs.

"Go on."

"I was in the library the other night. In the restricted section. And I picked something rather odd about this rare magic. I thought perhaps, you could illuminate me. It's called, as I understand it, Hor.."

"I beg your pardon? I don't know anything about such things and if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Now get out of here at once and don't let me ever catch you mentioning them again!" Slughorn snaps.

Current time-

"Confused? I'd be surprised if you weren't." Dumbledore sighs.

"I don't understand. What happened?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"This is perhaps the most important memory I had collected. It is also a lie. This memory has been tempered with by the same person whose memory it is. Our old friend, Professor Slughorn."

"But why would he temper with his own memory?" I scoff. "It doesn't even make sense."

"I suspect he's ashamed of it.." Dumbledore shrugs.

"Why?"

"Why, indeed. I asked you to get to know Professor Slughorn and you had done so. Now I want you to persuade him to divulge his true memory. Any way you can." Dumbledore states, pacing back and forth.

"I don't know him that well, sir.." I mumble.

"This memory is everything. Without it, we are blind. Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance. You have no choice. You must not fail."

. . .

"I highly recommend, reacquaint yourself with the chapter on antidotes. Now, I'll tell you more about bezoars in our next class. Right, off you go. Elise, don't forget your rat tail." He watches his students leave before noticing me. "Aha! It isn't the Princess of Potions himself! What do I owe this pleasure?"

"Oh, sir, I wondered if I wanted to ask you something." I run my hand through my hair nervously.

"Ask away!" He smiles.

"Well, you see the other day, I was in the library in the restricted section, and I came across something rather odd about a very rare piece of magic." I fold my arms.