Romilda Vane and the Quest for Potter's Love--V. 1

Romilda Vane and the Quest for Potter's Love--Vol. 1

Prologue

I had the idea for a love potion a while ago when all the girls were talking about him in the bathroom. I researched many different love potions, but I could never find the perfect one. It couldn't be just any love potion. It had to be something almost impossible to change. He must be in love with me forever.

One night I snuck into the restricted section in the library to see if there was any potion that lived up to my expectations, but forbidden. I searched all the shelves, every corner of the restricted section. I had almost given up when a small book on the bottom shelf caught my eye. I pulled it out and the whole shelf creaked sideways to reveal a whole entire new shelf. Heart pumping, I stared at the books that surely hadn't been seen in centuries. All of them were ancient. Probably kept hidden for a reason. If there was anything, it definitely would be here.

I scanned all the books, searching. Then there it was. "FORBIDDEN LOVE" it was called. And I knew. I snatched the book off the shelf, slid the small book back into the other, and hurried off as the shelf slid back in place.

I read the entire book that night. It was all about this one potion. Hardly anyone knows about it. It's quite priceless because some ingredients are extremely rare and some are believed gone from this world. But I happened to know a very reliable source. It was perfect.

"This potion is more powerful than amortentia, commonly known as the most powerful love potion in the world. It wipes out any former affections from the person's memory and makes their whole world revolve around the love potion's maker. Nothing matters but them. And nothing can break this potion except the most purest love."

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November 24, 1995

Romilda Vane

I jumped with excitement and quickly finished my breakfast before running up to the Gryffindor common room. Unwrapping the cauldron cakes, I sighed with contentment thinking about my plan. Nothing was going to stop me. I kicked my trunk open and gasped; I didn't know it was going to hurt that much. After I bit of hopping around, holding my foot and yelling ow, I recovered and found the love potion that I made and inserted it into the cauldron cakes. I was about to jump off my bed and go downstairs when Lavender Brown entered the room. She hardly had any lipstick on, which was unusual and very scandalous. I was about to ask why, when she yelled

"I LOVE YOU WON WON!!!!!!!!" And someone from downstairs, probably Ronald Weasley, yelled back

"DITTO BABE!" I didn't know Ronald Weasley personally. I thought of him more as Harry's sidekick. And Harry was obviously way hotter. Remembering my plan, I jumped to my feet, ran downstairs and arrived in the common room.

I scanned the room for Harry and found him sitting in a big armchair by the fire accompanied by two girls. How could he? We had a thing. He even kissed me! Or was that in my dreams? I don't know any more. I've had so many dreams about him. I've even planned the name of our first child, Coco Potter. I loved the ring to that, but more than that I loved the ring to ROMILDA POTTER the chosen one's wife! The only thing better than that would be being the chosen one, but that isn't possible.

But he was with the two other girls. I almost screamed in rage, I felt so betrayed.

The brown haired girl was looking extremely depressed and the red haired girl was sitting much closer to Harry than I would have liked. Then Dean Thomas walked over and sat on the arm of the red haired girl's chair and kissed her. That's better; she's pretty and it's safer that she has a boyfriend so she doesn't get in the way. Except I noticed a look of rage flashing across Harry's face. It was almost like he was containing a monster.