It wasn’t till Thursday afternoon that Malfoy consented to return to class. The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were taking Potions together again when he came in, marching dramatically as though the hero of some epic nearly fatal battle.
“Sit down, Malfoy,” Snape said.
Megan shook her head in disgust. Snape would never even dream of letting her or her friends off the hook if they were late! They would have gotten detention for sure.
“Does it hurt, Draco?” Pansy asked.
“Comes and goes,” he said. “Madam Pomfrey says I was lucky. Another minute, and I could have lost my arm.”
Megan rolled her eyes. She’d come closer to loosing an arm than he ever had, and not even just the arm.
“We will be making a Shrinking Solution, today.” Snape informed them.
Megan and the others got to work. Malfoy made himself a true nuisance as usual, especially because he kept delaying Megan and Harry to help him, supposedly because of his so badly injured arm. Megan tried to do his work as fast as she could without making a mess so she could get back to hers. She did most of them so as not to delay Harry. But that wasn’t the worst.
“Seen your pal Hagrid, lately?” Malefoy asked.
“What’s it to you?” Megan asked sharply, her head snapping up.
“Won’t be teaching much longer, I’m afraid,” he sighed in mock sorrow. “Father wasn’t pleased about my arm…”
“Keep talking, Malefoy, and I’ll give you a real reason to be in the hospital wing.” Ron snarled.
Megan pressed her and down on Ron’s shoulder to stop him from moving.
“Ron, don’t.” she whispered. “It’ll be worse for you than for him, and he’s not worth the bother.”
She looked coldly back at Malfoy.
“So that’s what this is about. You’re trying to get Hagrid sacked.”
“Partly, Potter,” he sneered gleefully. “Partly.”
Megan looked away in disgust, not even needing to ask to guess what he meant. She could see only too clearly what Malfoy was hoping for: for her, Hermione, Ron and possibly Harry to be thrown out. In front of her, Neville was having trouble with his potion again. He wasn’t exactly a model student, though he tried, and his fear of Snape didn’t help his matters. His potion, which was meant to be green… was orange.
“Does nothing penetrate that thick skull of yours, Longbottom? What must I do so you will not be the incarnation of idiocy?”
Megan forced herself to remain calm. He was unfair, yes, but he often was to anyone who wasn’t a Slytherin.
“Sir…” Hermione put in timidly. “I could help him…”
“I don’t recall asking you to show off, Miss Granger.” He snapped. “At the end of our lesson, we shall feed a drop of this potion to your toad, Longbottom, and see what happens. If it works, it will become a tadpole. If it doesn’t, as I’m sure it won’t, it is likely to be poisoned.”
Megan gave Hermione a soothing look. She was closer to Neville. She had an idea of how to fix the potion without being noticed. While his back was turned, she quickly wrote instructions to Neville before using a simple spell to change the writing so it didn’t look like hers. She managed to slip it to Neville unnoticed.
“Hey, Megan,” Seamus said from behind them. “Have you heard? Black’s been sighted, it’s all over the Daily Prophet.”
“What? Where?” Harry asked.
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Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 3 - Past and Present
Fanfic- Things are seldom what they appear - Megan was ready for yet another long, boring summer at the Dursleys. Little did she know that this summer would soon turn out even worse than the last. The reason? Her cousin's aunt Marge. And as if that wasn'...
