Born From Madness (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting as far away from Percy as possible. Ron still had a temper and was showing it in his works and while they were trying to figure out who would be behind the attacks. 

"Let's think... who do we know who thinks Muggle-born are scum?" Ron asked. Hermione glared at him. 

"It's not Malfoy--" 

"of course it is! You heard him! 'You'll be next, Mudbloods'. You just have to look at him to know to know it!" Ron stated. 

"Malfoy? The Heir of Slytherin?" Hermione said in disbelief. 

"Look at his family, the whole lot have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it." Harry claimed. 

"And apparently, maybe mine!" Hermione shot at them. Harry and Ron looked at her in confusion. She sighed. 

"The Sorting Hat told me how half of my family have been in Slytherin House. That could mean I may be the Heir of Slytherin. We're going to need proof it's him... ask him questions with him realizing it's us." Hermione stated to them. 

"That's impossible." Harry claimed. 

"No it's not. We have to brew some Polyjuice Potion." Hermione confirmed to them, "It transforms you into somebody else. We just have to pluck three Slytherin's hairs, get some robes, and we will be able to slip into the common room." 

"The only problem will be getting a hold of the recipe. It's in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's in the Restricted Section of the Library... and maybe we can just convince them enough to allow us to get the book." Hermione explained. 

"Oh come on! No teacher's going to fall for whatever excuse we come up with." Ron said, "They'd have to be really thick." 

Hermione didn't care for the pixies that got loose and almost got people hurt, but she rather deal with those pixies again than deal with Lockhart reading passages from his book and reenacting them. He usually picked on both Hermione and Harry to help him with these reconstructions. Hermione was hauled to the front of the class, this time acting like a werewolf. 

"Nice, loud howl, Hermione-- exactly-- and then, if you'll believe it, I pounce-- like this-- slammed him to the floor-- thus-- with one hand, I managed to hold him down-- with the other..." Lockhart went on with his unbelievable story about defeating the werewolf. Thankfully, the bell rang and Lockhart gave out homework of a poem about the whole event. She soon walked over to Lockhart's desk. 

"Er-- Professor Lockhart-- I wanted to get this book out of the library for some background reading but it's sadly in the Restricted Section. So I need a teacher to sign for it to help me understand what you said in Gadding with Ghouls..." 

"Oh that's my personal favorite. Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help." As Lockhart signed it with a large peacock quill he talked to Harry, "Harry! The first Quidditch match is tomorrow. I used to be a Seeker myself, and was asked to try for the National Squad but I dedicated my time to the eradication of the Dark Forces. If you ever need any private training, don't hesitate to ask." 

They were soon rushing out of the room to avoid dealing with Lockhart as they made their way towards the library. Madam Pince was a bit suspicious about the note, but it passed the test and was given the book. They soon hurried to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, which Hermione had to sell to Ron that it was the only place no one was going to go to. Hermione opened it as she winced. 

"This is very complicated. We're going to not only steal this from the student's cabinets but also from Snape's private supplies! And of course, that's not mentioning the hairs of the people we're going to change into." Hermione stated to them, "And that's not even mentioning that it will be needing to brew for about a month due to the face fluxweed has to be picked at the full moon and lacewings have to be stewed for twenty-one days."