His love for Potions II

Chapter 1: Veritaserum

Greg sat quietly in the chair where he'd been told to sit and looked around as best he could without seeming to look around. The group that had assembled around him seemed to have an awful lot of redheads in it. Weasleys. That made sense, since this was Dumbledore's lot. There was also the dog animagus everyone called Sirius. Greg wasn't sure if that was a pun or not. Everyone seemed to want to talk to him in quiet tones, so that Greg wouldn't overhear.

Greg was not in a hurry to eavesdrop, so that was alright.

"What is so urgent that you summon me-" said a vicious, familiar voice.

Greg smiled.

"Hullo, Professor."

Professor Snape stared at him as if Greg was a bug. That was okay. Greg was used to it.

"Mister Goyle. Did you get lost?"

"No, sir."

"Do you know where you are?"

Goyle had to think about this one. He was not precisely sure.

Professor Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and looked like he had a headache. Greg got that a lot.

"I assume he is the reason I was asked to bring veritaserum?"

"Sirius just brought him," confirmed one of the redheads. "But we don't know why or if he's a spy or what. Sirius says it was Harry's idea."

Professor Snape shot Sirius a look of intense dislike. Greg was glad he wasn't the one getting that look.

"Very well."

Professor Snape took the glass on the table, filled it with water, and added a number of drops of clear liquid.

"Drink, boy. And pray you are not here as a spy. I imagine there would be nothing left of you if anyone attempted a memory charm."

Greg drank the truth serum, and felt almost exactly the same.

"Does anyone object to me asking the questions?" Professor Snape said, eyeing Greg. "He is mine to watch, ten months out of the year."

"Go ahead," said Sirius, pulling up another chair and sitting in it backwards. "But I've got a few of my own when you're done."

Greg waited patiently. Professor Snape sat down too.

"Why are you here, Mister Goyle?"

"I followed the dog."

"Why did you follow the dog?"

"Harry told me to."

"Why did Harry tell you to?"

"Draco asked him to."

Professor Snape took a breath.

"Very well. Why did Draco ask him to do that?"

"I don't know."

"Please speculate, Mr. Goyle."

"I don't understand. What's speculate?"