Desperation is a state of despair, one that results in rash and extreme behaviour. It is what we resort to in the most precarious times in our lives.
It is the year 1998 Hogwarts had fallen. Under Dumbledore's order, Hermione Granger returns back...
The next day arriving at the library's double doors, Hermione swung them open and quickly headed to the table Tom was seated at. The head boy spotted her and immediately gave her a tired glare.
"Must you make our meetings so early." Tom commented as Hermione took a seat beside him rather then in front of him.
She set all her books down and looked up at him in a surprisingly happy mood. She rolled her eyes at him before taking out her books.
Tom eyes softened for a minuscule of a second before hardening again "I've decided we will be brewing the potion of despair." He mumbled while taking out a fresh parchment.
"Must you pick the most depressing one." Hermione mumbled flipping to page 86 where it held information about the potion.
"I assume you know of the Potion of Despair?" Tom questioned arching a brow.
"Yes the Potion of Despair or the Emerald Potion induces fear, delirium and extreme thirst." Hermione answered.
"I see you have memorised the text book definition word by word. You have to use your brain Granger, use other resources and not depend so much on the book. You failed to mention that the potion is impenetrable it cannot be penetrated by hand, vanished, parted, scooped up or siphoned in any way." Tom said smirking at her.
Hermione clenched her jaw. "I already knew that."
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"Oh? Really." He questioned raising a brow amusedly.
"Yes. Now we will need, moonseed poison, grounded Deadlyius mushrooms, Hemlock and Vitriol. Where to you presume we get the ingredients?" Hermione said.
"In potions class you, stupid girl. Where else would we get the ingredients?" Tom scoffed.
Hermione sighed "I was just asking." She murmured before looking back down at her textbook.
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8:30 a.m
Hermione and Tom entered potions class five minutes early. They were arguing about whomever would be brewing the potion, obviously Tom insisted that he would be the one to brew it.
"Miss Granger oho! and Mr Riddle! My two brightest students." Slughorn greeted the two.
Hermione took a seat at the front, a wide grin spreading across the old buffoons face as Tom sat beside her.
