adored by him | *under editing*

second year × 26

Harry and Ron lurked behind a shining suit of armour, waiting and watching like a hunter stalking its prey; the prey being Crabbe and Goyle. Ron then spotted the cronies and rose his wand, however, Harry pushed it back down. "I think I ought to do it." He suggested, eyeing the broken wand. Ron sighed and nodded in agreement. Harry pointed his wand at the cakes and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa." The cakes then rose into the air, immediately catching the greedy boys' eyes.

They rushed over, eyes wide and grinning like mad men before scoffing down the cakes without so much as a thought. Their smiles soon dropped as they cast a look at one another. Then, they crashed to the floor, out cold.

Ron snorted. "How thick could you get?"

"C'mon, let's hide them." Harry instructed.

They heaved the boys into the broom closet and plucked a few hairs from the backs of each of their heads before dashing to the bathroom where the girls were waiting. Upon arrival, Hermione passed out Slytherin robes which she has retrieved from the laundry room. "Did you get them?" Nadia asked. Harry and Ron held up the tufts of hair and she nodded approvingly, turning back to the steaming cauldron.

"I'm sure we've done everything right. The potion looks how it does in the book." Hermione said. The potion resembled a thick, dark mud. "Once we've drunk it, we'll have exactly an hour before we turn back into ourselves."

"Now what?" Ron questioned, eyeing the potion with distaste.

"Well, we separate it into three glasses and add the hairs." Nadia stated, beginning to pour the revolting substance into the glasses.

She handed one to each of the trio and urged them to add the hairs and take a sip. Ron scowled. "Essence of Crabbe!" He drank the liquid glumly, doubled over and dropped the glass, squirming in pain. "I think I'm going to be sick." He rushed into the nearest toilet stall.

"Me too." Hermione gagged, also dropping the glass and racing away. Harry stumbled to the mirror, gripping the sink hard as he watched his face bubble and morph into Gregory Goyle. Nadia watched, eyes wide with curiosity. Then, Ron emerged from the stall but was now the exact replica of Vincent Crabbe.

"Whoa." Ron breathed.

"It worked." Nadia's lips tugged into a proud smile.

"Ron?" Harry voiced, shocked.

"Harry? Bloody hell."

Nadia frowned. "You still sound like yourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe."

"Bloody hell." Ron repeated, deepening and dumbing down his voice.

Harry beamed. "Excellent." Then, his face fell. "Hey, where's Hermione?"

"I don't think I'm going!" She called, slightly muffled by the toilet stall.

" 'Mione, are you okay?" Nadia asked worriedly.

"Just go on without me! You're wasting time!" Hermione dismissed.

"She's right. Now, the Slytherin common room is down in the dungeons. Go!" Nadia directed. The boys shared a confused glance. "What? I read!" She then pushed them from the bathroom, earning an amused chuckle from Harry.

Harry and Ron were hurrying down the staircase on their way to the dungeons when the sound of footsteps brought them to a halt. "Excuse me." Percy Weasley appeared before them, a stern look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Ron questioned in his normal voice. Harry nudged him and he repeated it, his voice deeper. Percy squinted quizzically at them.