Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

28- Liquid Luck Does the Trick

Crap! I wanted to update sooner but I couldn't find a darn song! Sorry guys. :/ However, some good news is that we are VERY close to a certain part. Like less than five, I won't say exactly how many, chapters left. Anyways, I'll shut up and you can continue to read the new chapter. Ciao xx.

Chapter Inspiration:

- I Gotta Feeling ~ Black Eyed Peas

I put a spoon full of soup in my mouth at lunch the next afternoon. Harry sat across from me, reading, of course, the Half-Blood Prince's book. Ron, sat next to me, staring at Lavender, twirling his wand with his fingers.

I looked up and saw snow falling on just the four of us. Hermione leaned over the table and snapped him out of his daze. "Ron. Stop. You're making it snow." Ron blinked. "Huh?" I pointed up and showed him the falling snow. As much as I love snow, I was born in January after all, I wasn't in the mood to destroy my copy of today's Prophet.

Ron looked up and stared at it. I sighed and pulled my wand from my robe, dispelling the snow. "Tell me again how I broke up with Lavender?" Ron asked distantly. Harry paused, holding his spoon in midair, and exchanged a glance with me and Hermione.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Um, well, she came to visit you in the hospital, you see, and you talked—I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation—" Ron cut her off. "Don't get me wrong. I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of her. It's just she seems...a bit put out." He looked over at her, making me and the others stare at her as well.

"Does, doesn't she? And you say you don't remember a thing from that night? Anything at all?" Ron thought for a moment. "Well...there is...something. But no. It can't be. Besides, I was completely boggled, wasn't I?" "Right. Boggled..." Hermione brushed off, reading her paper once more.

Harry shot me an amused look, before turning to see the commotion in the back of the Hall. Harry stood up and walked over to Katie Bell, who was apparently a lot better. As I ate a roll, I watched as both of them turned around to look at Malfoy.

He stared at them, before taking off. He looked guilty. Extremely guilty. Harry excused himself from her and briskly ran after him.

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I watched my brother sadly. He told us how he used one of the Half-Blood Prince's spells and Draco almost died. What I think shocked Ron and Hermione the most was how guilty he felt. I was surprised that it was Malfoy who cursed Katie. It seemed too dark, too sinister for him.

Finally, Ginny rose and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "You have to get rid of it. Today." Harry nodded numbly and I watched them walk through the portrait hole. I smiled to myself, remembering that Ginny had broken up with Dean earlier today.

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Harry stood in front of me, Hermione, and Ron. He pulled out the vial of Liquid Luck and drank some of it. "Well? How do you feel?" I asked him. Harry grinned widely. "Excellent. Really excellent." Hermione, sat on her bed, stood up and reminded him of the plan. "Now remember. Slughorn usually eats early, takes a short walk and then returns to his office."

Harry nodded. "I'm going down to Hagrid's." "What? No, Harry—you've got to go see Slughorn. We have a plan—" Hermione was cut off by Harry. "I've got a good feeling about this. I feel like it's the place to be tonight, know what I mean?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at him and shook my head. "No." The three of us said together. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing. Or at least Felix does." Harry called, walking down the staircase. I sighed and plopped down on my bed.

About twenty minutes later, I felt a weird tugging sense. I sat up and stood in the center of the room. My breathing became shallow. I held a hand to my forehead. "Laurel? What is it? Hermione look at her!" Ron said, panic rising in his voice.

Hermione walked over and looked at me from next to Ron. "Laurel? What is it?" I tried to answer, but I felt as if something was taking control of my body. As if something was trying to show me something. I raised my hands involuntarily and watched as my fingers created a box.

Something's trying to show me a new power. My eyes widened as the box became bigger. Hermione gasped and stood behind me. The box suddenly had a picture inside. It showed Harry, Slughorn, and Hagrid. We were watching current events.

"Is that...happening now?" Ron asked, his voice an octave higher than usual. I nodded my head weakly as their voices started to become audible. "I had 'im from an egg, yeh know. Tiny little thing he was when he hatched. No bigger'n a Pekinese." Hagrid said, obviously drunk.

Slughorn seemed to have had a few drinks as well and said, "Sweet. I once had a fish. Francis. Lovely little thing. One day I came downstairs and he'd vanished. Poof." Hagrid scrunched his eyebrows up. "Tha's odd."

Slughorn nodded sadly. "Isn't it? That's life, I suppose. One goes along and then...poof." "Poof." Hagrid parroted. "Poof." Harry joined in. Slughorn's eyes suddenly looked upward. He gasped quietly. "That's never unicorn hair, Hagrid?" Hagrid looked up too and nodded.

Slughorn gaped. "But my dear chap, do you know how that's worth?" He shrugged. "No idea...no idea at all..." Thunk! The three of us flinched at the sound of Hagrid falling asleep. "How did you do it, Laurel?" Ron whispered. I shook my head, dumbfounded. "No idea."

Slughorn looked over at Harry. "It was a student who gave me Francis. One spring afternoon I discovered a bowl upon my desk with a few inches of clear water. There was a flower petal floating upon the surface. As I watched, the petal sank, but just before it touched bottom...it transformed. Into a wee fish. It was beautiful magic, wondrous to behold. The petal had come from a lily."

Hearing "lily" Harry looked up. Slughorn nodded. I felt sick, my face probably pale. "Your mother. The day I came downstairs, the day I found the bowl empty...was the day she..." A lump formed in my throat. I tried to swallow it, but was unable to.

"I know what you want. But I can't give it to you. It will ruin me..." Slughorn looked pained. Harry seemed to be thinking, then spoke, pointing to his scar. "Do you know why I survived? The night I got this." Slughorn just stared at him. "Because of her. Because she sacrificed herself. Because she refused to step aside. Because her love was more powerful than Voldemort."

He winced at the name. "Please don't say his—" Harry cut him off. "I'm not afraid of the name, Professor. And I'm not afraid of him. And you shouldn't be either. She didn't just die for me that night. She died for you too. She died for everyone who's ever woken in the middle of the night afraid a Death Eater waited on their doorstep. Professor, I'm going to tell you something, something others have only guessed at. It's true. I am the Chosen One. Only I can kill him. But in order to do so, I need to know what Tom Riddle asked you that night in your office all those years ago. And I need to know what you told him."

Slughorn's eyes welled with tears, trying to control his shaking hands. "Be brave, Professor. Be brave like my mother. Otherwise you disgrace her. Otherwise she died for nothing. Otherwise, the bowl will remain empty forever." Slughorn, trembling, removed his wand from his robe.

"Don't think too badly of me once you've seen it. You don't know what he was like...even then." He told him quietly. Hermione, Ron, and I were on the edge of our seats. Harry was really doing it. We watched as Slughorn retrieved a flask from his coat and held it with shaking hands.

Harry held onto the flask and watched as Slughorn pulled a silver string-like substance from his temple and put it in the tube. I beamed at the others and did, this time on my own, the opposite of what I did to create the visual box. It disappeared, making Hermione yelp. "How'd you do that whole thing?" she asked.

I wrapped my fingers around the ring. I thought about what Slughorn had said about Lily Potter, could it be possible...no. No, that's mental. I sighed out loud and sat on my bed. "I'll ask Dumbledore when he's not with Harry." The others nodded. After all, we were finally getting somewhere.