The Potters and the Chamber of Secrets (COMPLETED)

9. Polyjuice Potion

*Hannah's P.O.V*

Hermione and I finished off the Polyjuice Potion by adding lacewings. It was complete! Harry and Ron, when we went up to their dormitory, were asleep and snoring.

"Wake up!" She said,  drawing back the curtains. Light flooded the room and the fresh white blanket was totally visible.

 "Bloody hell, what time do you call this?" Ron gaped at us, squinting.

"We've been up an hour," I said. "The Polyjuice potion is finished, we're sure about that."

 "Except that you two need bits of Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione added, slightly grimly. Harry and Ron groaned.

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 Later on, I watched as Harry set the two, fat chocolate cakes down on the floor and pulled his wand out. He levitated it and joined Ron and I, where we hid behind a statue. I smirked when Crabbe and Goyle walked by and saw the cakes. They greedly seized them and stuffed them in there mouths. Five - four - three - two - one - they collapsed and their snores filled the air. Ron and Harry collected the hairs and we walked to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

 "Wait - Hannah who's hair do you have and how did you get it?" Harry asked.

"Pansy Parkinson's," I answered. "I was all like 'Pansy - look Draco's hurt!' then she turned around and I snipped two hairs off. It was simple really." Hermione was waiting for us in a cubicle. "Whoa - we're all going to take our potions in one cubicle? These lot are pretty fat you know. We should take separate cubicles."

 "Good thinking," she smiled, handing me robes. "Change into these." I nodded, taking the glass of potion. Grimacing, I dropped the hair in the potion and it turned a mud brown. Pinching my nose, I tipped the entire contents into my mouth. I felt like I was going to throw it up but clapped a hand over my mouth. When I unlocked the cubicle and hurried over to the mirror, I cringed at my reflection. To my left, Harry as Goyle came out and to my right, Ron as Crabbe. Hermione had not come out. 

"Bloody hell we look ugly," Ron/Crabbe said, his voice hoarse. I nodded in agreement.

"Hermione, let's go, we won't have much time otherwise," I said, wincing at Pansy's squeaky, irritating voice.

"Why don't you just go on?" Hermione said. We looked at each other and nodded, hurrying off down the corridor.

"Excuse me." We whirled around, horrified was met by Percy Weasley.

"What are you doing down here?" Ron grunted.

 "I'm a prefect," Percy snarled. I snorted in laughter, a way Pansy does often in potions when Gryffindors get criticised.

"Prefects!" I scoffed. "Honestly, you act like it's like being king. Prefects are dumb."

"Ten points from Slytherin," he hissed, and inside I beamed. "And anyway, you have no business loitering the corridors at this time at night. Your names are-?"

"Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy - where've you been?" Malfoy's voice came from behind us. Gratefully (I couldn't believe it ran through my thoughts), I turned around to face him. "Why are you wearing glasses?" he asked Harry, who immediately took them off.

"Er - reading," he responded.

"Reading?" Malfoy repeated. "I didn't know you could read."

"Oh Draco, you know he can't," I sneered, feeling as though Pansy would say that. "He's only looking at the pictures."

"Figures," he said, turning to Percy. "And what are you doing down here - Weasley?"

 "I'm a prefect!" He hissed at Malfoy.

"Prefects are idiots," he sneered, smirking.

 "Twenty points from Slytherin!" We laughed and walked off, down into the dungeons where Malfoy said the password (pureblood) and entered the Slytherin Common room. It appeared to be under the lake and the green light made the room seemed desolate and ghostly.

"Anyway, read this, it'll give you a good laugh," Malfoy said, passing me a newspaper cutting. My eyes scanned it and I was shocked to see that Mr Weasley got fined 50 galleons for bewitching a Muggle Car. I laughed very, very forcefully and handed it to Harry and Ron. Ron turned red, and looked like he was going to punch Malfoy. "What's wrong with you Crabbe?"

 "He has a stomach ache," I said hastily. "You know, from Christmas dinner."

"Go to the hospital and give those Mudbloods a kick from me," he said lazily. "Aren't you shocked? The Daily Phrophet hasn't reported one single attack. But then again, Dumbledore would want to keep it all quiet. I hope he gets sacked, honestly he's the worst thing that's ever happen to this place. No decent headmaster would let Mudbloods like Creevy in." My insides tightened at the cruel word. "Anyway, can you believe that they think the Potters are the Heirs of Slytherin? I wish I knew who it is."

 "Who d'you think it is Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"No clue," he said, shaking his head. "But there was a death last time it was open. That was fifty years ago. The person was expelled. They were probably sent to Azkaban and for a nice long time. Their bones are probably still in prison." He busied himself in looking at someones robe pockets. I realised my hair was growing curly and Harry had grown his scar back, and Ron's hair was turning red. We raced out of the room and to Myrtle's bathroom.

 "Hermione open up, we've got loads to tell you!" Ron said.

"It was cat hair!" She sobbed.

 "What?" Harry asked, putting his glasses back on. She unlocked the cubicle, and there stood Hermione. Her face was like a cats and she had grown a tail. Moaning Myrtle laughed hysterically. 

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