The Forgotten Potter; DM

XXII. Polyjuice Gone Wrong

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As faux, glistening snow was enchanted to fall from the ceiling of the Great Hall, Ivy had sat opposite Ron and Harry on the Gryffindor table, away from the other students who stayed home for Christmas. Her head remained down as she wrote in her diary, the sides of her dark hair clipped back by a long, cream-coloured bow.

"What are you always writing in that thing?" Ron asked with his mouth full of food.

"None of your business," Ivy muttered, scrunching her nose in disgust at him.

"Seriously, since the first day I met you, all you've done is write in that."

At her silence, Ron looked to Harry who shrugged, "She doesn't even let me go near it."

"Dear diary," Ivy spoke up, lifting her head. "My brother is an idiot and has befriended other idiots. I feel myself losing my mind whenever I'm around them. They will surely be the death of me." She closed her brown-leather diary shut and smiled at them, "That's what I write Ron." 

Ron gave her a bewildered look and faced Harry who just rolled his eyes at his dramatic sister.

The black-haired girl took a bite of her dessert as she watched Hermione walk over to them with her own plate of food. The bushy-haired girl looked around cautiously as she sat down.

"Everything's set," Hermione began. "We just need a bit of who you're changing into."

"Crabbe and Goyle," Harry stated, sharing a look with Ron who nodded in agreement.

"You also have to make sure that the actual Crabbe and Goyle don't show up whilst you're talking to Draco," Ivy chimed in.

"How?" Ron asked.

"We've got it all worked out," Hermione told them. She took out two cupcakes, "Ivy came up with the brilliant idea to fill these with a simple sleeping draught. Simple, but powerful." She set them on the table.

Ivy looked at the boys, "Now, once they're asleep, all you have to do is hide them in a broomstick cupboard, pull out some strands of their hair and wear their uniforms."

Harry and Ron shared a bewildered look before the redhead asked Hermione, "Well, whose hair are you ripping out, then?"

"I've already got mine." Hermione held up her vial of hair, "Millicent Bulstrode. Slytherin. I got this off her robes."

Ivy frowned in thought as she took a sip of her drink, "I think I share a dorm with her."

"We need to go check on the Polyjuice Potion," The brown-eyed girl told the two boys. "Make sure that Crabbe and Goyle find these."

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"You'll have exactly one hour until you change back into yourselves," Ivy told the boys as Hermione poured the disgusting potion.

The Gryffindor girl handed two glasses to the boys and took one herself as Ivy leaned against the sink of the girls' lavatory, watching them. She was amused to see them in Slytherin uniform.

"Add the hairs," Hermione instructed and they did.

"Eurgh," Ron groaned. "Essence of Crabbe."