꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

18 - You Can't Bottle Love

This morning in my dorm, I couldn't find my potions book. I figured I'd probably just lost it or scorched it. Instead, we used George's book.

"Professor," Fred raised his hand.

"Yes, Weasley?" Snape drawled.

"What were to happen if somebody used amortemtia on someone else?"

"They'd be expelled. Now, help Potter before I fail the both of you."

"But I mean what would happen to the person who it was used on?"

"Well, Weasley, if you must know, the person would become utterly obsessed."

"How obsessed?"

"Have you ever been such a big fan of a quidditch team people call you crazy?"

"No, but my brother is with the Chudley Cannons," Fred said.

"Multiply that by about ten. That's the effects of amortentia. Miss Potter, maybe you would know something about this?"

I looked up for the first time since I began brewing, "Excuse me?" I asked.

"Maybe you know the effects of amortentia?" He asked, drawling.

"No," I said curtly, "This is my first time brewing it."

"I see," Snape replied, and with that he turned his back and sat as his desk.

"What's that about?" George whispered to me.

"Couldn't tell you," I replied, looking back down at the textbook and cauldron.

***

Forty-five minutes later, our potion was done. I had done most of the work, but were any of us surprised? No.

Snape examined our potion carefully, taking much longer at our cauldron than any others.

"See me after class, Potter," Snape sneered.

"Sir, I don't understand. The potion is perfect. There can't be anything wro-"

"See me after class!" He roared, then calmed himself, "And 25 points from Gryffindor."

"Professor, that's not fair!" Fred argued.

"You can't possibly do-"

"Shall we make it 50?" Snape asked, eyebrow raised.

Fred and George both sunk into their seats.

"I thought so. Class dismissed."

George gave me a sympathetic look as he took his stuff and left, while Fred didn't spare me a second glance. Maybe he was just arguing with Snape because he took away house points.

"You wanted to talk to me, Professor?"

"Yes, Potter. I do not believe that you have never dealt with amortemtia before."

"Sir, with all due respect, you have no evidence."

"I have a student who made a claim that you attempted to sell some to her."

I was absolutely taken aback. Me? Sell amortemtia? I was known to have awful ideas, but this was on a completely different level.

"You are aware that it is illegal to sell potions without a Ministry-approved license, are you not?"

"Yes, sir, I'm aware of the consequences-"

"And you are aware that it could land somebody in Azkaban."