A Harry Potter Fanfiction~Falling For The Boy Who Lived.

Chapter Nineteen~The Tale Of The Battered Potions Book.

I woke up in a flash. The images of Harry being posessed by Voldemort haunted me. I didn't tell Harry this, only Hermione and Luna and Neville. I went downstairs to see Harry tracing Sirius' handwriting on old letters he sent him to with his index finger. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, hugging him from behind, burying my head into his neck. "Yeah I'm okay. Just miss his letters." He replied. I kissed his cheek sympathetically. "Potions won't be the same without you, promise me you won't spend your free periods here all by yourself though yeah?" I insisted. He wrapped his pinky finger with mine and smiled. "I promise. I'll see you in Defence Against The Dark Arts." He said. I kissed him before leaving.

I hated leaving Harry alone. I was worried about him. Sirius' and Cedric's deaths had broken him. I entered the potions classroom and greeted our new professor, Professor Slughorn (Snape taught Defence Against The Dark Arts now). Slughorn taught many years ago, my parents were his students, he had now returned to teach the same subject. We were setting up when Harry entered the room with Ron following in behind him. I saw a light smile on Hermione's face and Lavender Brown practically swooned in his presence. "Sorry Professor, we heard that you were accepting students that didn't get Outstanding on their O.W.Ls, so here we are, I'd like to be an auror so..." Harry explained. "No worries m'boy. Come in, we haven't began yet. You can get everything you need from the cupboards." Slughorn beamed. Harry nodded and he and Ron borrowed some books and equipment (Harry's book was all tattered and Ron's was new, Harry seemed unimpressed). Hermione then talked about the four potions in front of us by knowledge (Veritaserum, Amortentia, Polyjuice and Felix Felicius). "Very good, Miss Granger. Fifteen points to Gryffindor. Felix Felicius, or liquid luck, is what I'll be offering as a prize today. Anyone who successfully brews the perfect or near version of A Draught Of Living Death will have the chance to be lucky for twenty-four hours. It's very difficult to make, very complex, but, nevertheless, let the brewing commence!" He announced happily.

We started following the instructions step by step. However, no matter how hard we tried, we failed. Seamus blew his up again, Hermione's hair had gone all static, mine caught fire and many others had turned into a thick sludge like substance. Despite of this, Harry was not struggling at all. In fact, his was perfect, one drop could have killed us all. "You have your mother's talent." Slughorn grinned proudly before handing over the vile of Felix Felicius. It had turned out that Harry's book had been scribbled in and it had belonged to the Half Blood Prince, who that was, we had no idea whatsoever!