Polyjuice Potion
It's now around Christmas time, and the Polyjuice Potion is finally ready.
Harry, Ron and I are sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for Hermione. She's making a sleeping potion for Harry and Ron to give to Crabbe and Goyle so they can ask Malfoy about the Chamber. I already used one on Pansy, so I'll have nothing to worry about.
Hermione finally gets to the Great Hall, "Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into." She says.
"Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson." Harry confirms.
"We also need to make sure that the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy."
"What about Pug-face?" Ron asks.
"Already used a sleeping potion on her." I respond.
"Which is exactly what you two are going to do." Hermione says, handing the two boys cupcakes.
"Oh." Ron says.
"I filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. Simple, but powerful." Hermione says, "Now, once they're asleep hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs, and put on their uniforms." She orders.
"Whose hair are you ripping out then?" Ron asks Hermione.
"I've already got mine. Millicent Bulstrode, Slytherin." She then pulls out a hair, "I got this off her robes."
"Hermione and I are going to go check on the potion while you get your guys's hairs." I say.
"Yes, make sure they find these." Hermione instructs.
Hermione and I go to check on the potion, which looks perfect. Gross, but perfect. It's a turquoise looking liquid, and it's frothing at the top.
Harry and Ron arrive after we wait for a few minutes, so Hermione pours the liquid equally in four classes, one for each of us.
Harry and Ron give the same disgusted look at the liquid that I had earlier.
"We'll have exactly one hour to change back into ourselves." Hermione states.
"Alright add the hairs." I grimace.
We all hesitantly place the hairs in our glasses, and Ron smells his and scrunches his nose, "Ugh, essence of Crabbe."
"At least you don't have to deal with the smell of Pug-face." I retort
"Cheers..." Hermione says unenthusiastically as we all drink from our glasses.
We all gag on the grossness of the drink, "I think I'm gonna be sick!" Ron exclaims, dropping the glass which proceeds to shatter all over the floor as he runs to a stall.
"Me too!" Hermione runs to another stall.
Harry and I stay by the sink, watching each other transform into Goyle and Pug-face.
"Ugh..." Harry and I both grunt, disgusted with the potion.
We finish contorting, and go to the stall with Ron in it, who comes out looking just like Crabbe.
"Uh... guys?" Ron asks.
"Ron!" Harry says, looking at the fake Crabbe.
"Bloody hell." Ron says.
"We still sound like ourselves..." I say, worried that Malfoy will be able to see right through us.
"Yeah, you need to sound more like Crabbe." Harry tells Ron.
