ginger and lemon

just one yesterday

Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, and it will be held against you.

Harry potter had a knack for weird stuff. Not because he wanted to, nor because he was particularly weird, he considered himself to be a pretty normal guy. But stuff just wasn't on his side most of the time.

The first time he noticed something was weird about him, was when that snake got out of captivity in the zoo and he could hear the snake saying thanks.

The second time, was when he saw a letter fly at home, but he just thought the world was a little tinsy bit weird.

The third time he thought he, himself, as weird, was when they told him he was a wizard, with a rock hard cake in a desolated place in the world, by a gigant.

He still thought, well maybe if weird stuff stopped happening to him, he'd be a pretty normal guy.

Then he got to know that not everyone could hear snakes.

And then he spiralled into being this weirdo that he wasn't aware he was.

But today, today it was a good day. He had woken up before his alarm, and was the first one ont he showers, it was friday and he wasn't late for class, and then he did good (as good as he could do) on enchantments.

But then-he thought- this can't be a completely good day, today we have potions with Slughorn. It can't all be good, but at least it's not with Snape.

It's not that he didn't like the professor, it was more than that, they had shared classes with the Slytherins.

He sat on his chair and dozed off while the professor started the class, it wasn't good either, he wasn't paying any attention, his gaze lost into something by the other side of the room. Hermione tried to pull him into reality for quite a bit of time, but he was on his own world, dreaming about something he couldn't quite remember when he ginally went down to reality.

-So now, chop chop, go on to make the potion. -he heard, and saw the smiling face of Slughorn in front of him, making him wake up really fast.- all good Potter?

-Ye-yes, of course.

And Slughorn went away. He focused back on his cauldron and looked at the assignment that Hermione diligently noted down.

Make a love potion.

He knew a bit of potions, he knew that it was dangerous in a funny kind of way, and that there would be a lot of casualties within the last hour of class. Or maybe not. He couldn't know until it was finished, so he started to do his thing.

Mixing over here, utting over there, smelling for good measure and definetly not tasting. But he was sure there was something he was forgetting while making it.

He looked over at Hermione, again, and saw her face red, and dead in track, she wasn't moving at all.

-Mione? You okay? -he asked, expecting her to jump,but she stayed really still and continued slowly mixing her cauldron for how many forsaken spins she had left.

Harry paid a little bit more attention and noticed a smell he was getting, the whole room smelled really strongly.

-Ew Malfoy, how much cologne did you put on, that's disgusting.

He said out loud without even blinking at him. Just frowning and scratching his nose.

Hermione this time did jump, and grabbed his arm urgently. He didn't know what was wrong, but something made him look at Malfoy again. He was completely red. And he never knew if it was rage or embarrassment. At first he thought "maybe i did humiliate him a bit much today" and thought the boy was mad at him. Then came another push into reality from Hermione. Then Ron stumbled on his feet, and the potion he was making spread across the floor.