WIP: Split Personality
Warning: Disturbing Language
Authors Notes: This is the first fic that I wrote but my second posted…but even then, I still have an excuse if it sucks…*evil laughter*…Please(!) give feedback! Me is needing it!!!! Thanks.
Summary: Draco makes a potion and it turns out to be something else…
Chapter 1 - Never Again
Harry walked on to the Quidditch Field wearing his Scarlet and Gold robes that symbolized Gryffindor. Harry was on his fifth year and was made Quidditch Captain; he was still playing Seeker, of course. He saw the other end of the field; he saw the blurred outline of Green and Silver robes. As they walked on the field toward the center, at the front of the group, also Quidditch Captain; was Draco Malfoy. His hair was sleek and shiny, he had his Nimbus 2001 on his shoulder and he was whispering something to their newly-appointed beaters; Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. After he whispered, Crabbe chuckled an evil chuckle, Goyle smiled maliciously at Malfoy. Malfoy gave a thumbs-up and Goyle and Crabbe did so in return. I wonder what their talking about, Harry thought, what am I thinking, this is Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, no doubt it’s some evil plot to make Gryffindor lose the Quidditch Cup. Harry glared at the three of them.
“At my count, mount your brooms and kick!” Madame Hooch shouted for all the players to hear. “Three, two, one!”
“And Quidditch has begun!” shouted Seamus Finnigan who was taking the absence of Lee because he was ‘sadly feeling sick’, well, according to him anyway. “Johnson, taking the Quaffle, and, oh no, stupid Slytherin Chaser,”
“Finnigan, you’ve just started and already you are following the footsteps of Jordan!?”
“Sorry, Professor. Wait! Morgan taking the Quaffle to the Slytherin end, will there be a miracle? Will the Slytherin Chaser be bright enough to know when to shoot?”
“Jorda — I mean — Finnigan! You shall not question the intelligence of a player!”
“Of course, Professor. Anyway, Morgan closing in, he’s getting ready to shoot, he — he — GOOD WORK, WEASLEY! Morgan has left the building! Johnson taking the Quaffle, no doubts here folks, she’s getting ready to shoot she — she SCORES!!!!!!”
Angelina Johnson shot her hand through the air and yelled. Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs screamed. “What the hell did you think you were bloody doing, you idiot!” Malfoy shouted at the Slytherin Keeper. “The Quaffle was shot right beside your arm, stupid moron! And you two!” he shouted in the direction of Crabbe and Goyle. “I didn’t think you two’d be stupid enough to not notice a WEASLEY, need I repeat, A WEASLEY, shoot a Bludger toward Morgan, idiots! And I bet even if you did see it, you’d be too stupid to notice a big racketing Bludger pass your way!”
Harry smirked and giggled as he saw Malfoy shouting at his two bestfriends. He wanted to shout that it was just the first goal but he was really enjoying this.
“Shut up, Malfoy!” shouted Seamus. “That was just the freaking first goal Malfoy! No, wait, as a matter of fact, continue, everyone on the stands are enjoying your embarrassment! The stupid git.” He added as an after thought. Everyone laughed except the Slytherin supporters.
“Finnigan! I will not have you slandering the Slytherin Seeker!”
“It’s only slander if it’s false, Professor; I mean, who says Malfoy isn’t a stupid git? Hey there, Malfoy! Can we get on with our lives just for once! Thank you. Johnson passes to Spinnette; Spinnette passes to Bell; is Bell going to — YES she does!! Bell scores, that’s 20 – 0 to Gryffindor!”
Harry was quite happy with Gryffindor’s performance considering the fact the he was the one who trained them and was completely glad of how the Slytherins played. He saw Malfoy, he no longer had a smirk on his face, and instead he had a frown. As Harry paid attention to the players, he saw it. The Golden Snitch behind Fred Weasley. He pulled a quick dive, judging by the surprised look on Fred’s face, he thought Harry was about to attack him, Harry pulled a centimeter to the left and pulled spectacular stunt as he followed the golden flash of light speeding before his eyes. He felt Draco behind him; he urged his broom, he barely heard the commentary, with the speed he was taking.
“Potter takes on with his Firebolt, the latest edition, mind you. And Malfoy behind him with, blimey, what the heck? Is that a Nimbus 2001? That is a joke compared to Potter’s broom!”
“I was merely stating a fact, Professor!”
Harry was closing in, he heard Malfoy shouting in front of him, “Get out of the way, loser!”
“See who’s talking!” Harry yelled back, eyes still on the ball.
His left hand gripped the broom tightly as his right hand was out-stretched to get the Snitch. He was getting closer… closer and finally, he got it! Harry caught the Snitch. Gryffindors yelled, Hufflepuffs applauded with all their might, the Ravenclaws rejoiced with singing and dancing.
“And Gryffindor wins, 170 – 0!”
After Harry took a bath, he went to Gryffindor Common Room. Everybody was there. It seemed that Fred and George had once again nicked food from the kitchens. Harry remembered how easy it was to nick food from the kitchens since the house elves practically gave the food away.
“C’mon, c’mon! Free food here! Cauldron cakes hot! And Pumpkin Pasties fresh out of the oven!” Fred and George said in unison.
Hermione looked disappointedly at them, but brightened up when she saw Harry come in.
“Harry! Harry! Congratulations! I can’t believe we won the Quidditch Cup again! Did you see Malfoy at the end of the match? He couldn’t bear to look Snape in the eye! You were great Harry, as a Seeker and as a Captain! Did you see Gryffindor’s performance, it was fantastic!” Hermione looked out of breath.
“Thanks, Herm.” Was all Harry could say, he was speechless at the compliments that Hermione said in one blow.
“Where’s Ron?” Harry remembered suddenly.
“I think he’s in the Hospital Wing . . .” Hermione said thoughtfully. Harry, however, looked alarmed.
Hermione looked surprised, then said, with a smile, actually, “Well, you had them all worried, Harry; they thought that you wouldn’t be able to catch the Snitch before Malfoy. Only Ron and I remained in your side.” Harry felt a rush of gratitude toward Ron and Hermione. “Well, actually, I had faith in you, but Ron looked on the verge of tears, he was gripping his heart with his left hand and his wand clutched in his right. I think he was getting ready to hex Malfoy…”
“You’d better find him, I think he was too full of adrenaline that he didn’t allow Professor McGonagall to bring him up to the Hospital Wing when he woke up,” said Hermione thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I’ll just look at our dormitory. Wait here, won’t you?” said Harry getting ready to go up.
“Sure, I’ll wait.” Then, she went off to scold Fred and George for nicking food from the kitchen.
Harry went up to the Boy’s Dormitory with difficulty; everyone was congratulating him, patting him on the back and, for Colin Creevey, wanted to take his pictures. He just smiled at them and occasionally said ‘Thanks,’ and of you’re wondering, yes, he said that to Colin too, which is actually an improvement considering Harry tended to ignore Colin all the time. Well, either that or he just tries to tell him off as polite as possible.
As Harry finally got to the boy’s dormitories, he saw Ron scribbling on what looked like a lot of parchment stuck together.
“Hey, Ron,” said Harry, approaching Ron’s bed.
“What . . ?” Ron looked up at once with the sound of his name; he saw that Harry was the speaker. “Oh, Hey, Harry,” was all he said and then he went back to scribbling. Harry thought this was awkward, remembering Hermione’s graphic memory of how Ron was so excited.
“So,” Harry began. “What’re you doing, Ron?” Ron once again looked up at the sound of his name.
“Sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t paying attention.”
Harry smiled and sat down on Ron’s bed. “I said,” said Harry. “‘What are you doing, Ron?’“ He said clearly and slowly.
“Oh, I’m, well, I’m, uh,” he was casting around the room to find the right words. “I’m doing my, uhm, my, oh, right! I’m doing my Potions homework!”
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron. Ron smiled nervously back.
“So Potions homework’s what you’re doing, is it?” Harry said curiously.
“Uhm, uhh, yeah,” Ron said in a halfhearted tone.
“Well, d’you think you could celebrate with us down in the Common Room? Or are you too attached to Potions to do so?” Harry said softly and gently careful not to hurt Ron’s feelings like he accidentally did in their Fourth Year.
“No,” said Ron almost defiantly. “I mean, I didn’t mean —”
“You want to do your Potions Homework?!” Harry said, surprised.
“NO!” Ron said, realizing what he had just said to Harry.
Suddenly the door flung open, a bushy haired someone came hurtling in.
“Are you two ever going to go down stairs?” Hermione said hotly. “I’ve been waiting there for ages!”
“Sorry,” Harry said quietly.
“Oh, and everyone’s looking for you.” She said to Harry.
“You coming, Ron?” Harry said turning to Ron.
“Okay,” Ron said as if nothing happened. Harry looked bewildered. He tried to catch Ron’s eye, but Ron avoided Harry’s gaze.
“Finally!” Seamus shouted. “Our guest of honor!!!”
Harry just smiled. Ron stared at Harry with raised eyebrows. Hermione took the hint and eyed the pair of them curiously.
Harry, finally noticing that Ron was now looking at him with raised eyebrows, eyed Ron again. Ron quickly turned away, and called Hermione to him; Hermione followed. Harry craned his neck to see where they were going, when suddenly —
“Hey, good work, Harry!” Fred said, coming over. Harry quickly broke eye contact with Hermione and Ron. “We thought Malfoy had you there for a second.”
“What? Oh, yeah, thanks. Sure . . . Well, uhh, bye Fred . . . Or George . . . which ever one you are.” Harry said absently. Fred took notice and added hastily, “I never lost hope in you.” He said nervously.
“Of course you didn’t. I’ll just look for Ron and Hermione, if you don’t mind.”
“What? Oh, I mean yeah. Sure, Harry.”
Harry went to look for Ron and Hermione. He couldn’t see them and when he was on the verge of giving up, he heard the voices that he knew he’d never forget, it was that of Ron and Hermione’s… shouting, actually. He went closer to the door which held his two bestfriends captive. Their voices, he noticed, were getting louder.
“Ron! How could you say that?! That’s not true! How could you be so immature?!”
“Well it’s logical when you think about it, Hermione! They were so close! And he managed to – to catch it!”
Harry knew Ron and Hermione didn’t want to be herd in a conversation like this. He tried to go but the sound of his own name made him halt.
“Harry did not! He never will! You’re his bestfriend and yet you say that!? I can’t believe you! You know he’s good in this thing! He made it to the House —”
“SO WHAT? Don’t you think it’s weird that he won the game when Malfoy was ahead?! I’m telling you, Herm, he used his wand in that game because he wanted to win!”
“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione was now beginning to lose her temper. “I’m telling you that I do not believe a word you said or the ones you are to say! Harry won that match fair and square!”
“RON!” Hermione was now above shouting. “How could think something like that?! This is Harry Potter we’re talking about! You’ve been friends with him since first year, you came even before me! And you doubt him?!”
“Well, actually, yes I do!” Ron was also shouting on the top of his voice.
“You know what? FINE!!!” Hermione’s voice now matched Ron’s.
Harry noticed that he wasn’t the only one listening he found this not surprising because with the racket Ron and Hermione were making, he didn’t doubt they couldn’t hear them in China. The Gryffindors were now focused on the shouts Ron and Hermione were making, some of them, Neville in particular, looked like they were about to faint. Some looked terrified, like Seamus and Dean. Some looked angry and even angrier when they hear Ron’s voice. Some, like Harry, just listened intently and waited for the outcome of the match.
“Fine what?” Ron shouted.
“FINE! As in ‘fine’ doubt Harry all you want and if you still do, you can kiss your friendship between the three of us ‘goodbye’!”
They could hear Hermione’s footsteps and Ron’s following her, they heard a rustle of robes and took it as Ron’s hand grabbing Hermione’s arm.
“Let go of me!” Hermione shouted at Ron.
“Hermione, why can’t you understand? He cheated!”
Harry couldn’t believe his ears, his bestfriend, Ron Weasley, saying he . . . he cheated in the game that he loved so much, in the game that he was good at… in Quidditch. Before he knew what he was doing, his eyes filled with tears and he had gone inside the room where Ron and Hermione were.
The door swung open and out came a flush-with-anger Harry.
“Oh, so I did, did I?!” He was about to punch Ron but Seamus and Dean had taken hold if him.
“Harry!” Ron exclaimed.
“I couldn’t believe it! I won’t believe! I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t hear it! But I heard it!”
Harry could see that Ron was shocked; shocked that Harry had tears in his eyes for . . . for him.
“I’d’ve killed the person who said that to me! Did you know that, Ron? Did you know that? I didn’t cheat! I didn’t use my wand! No summoning spells! And I certainly didn’t expect to hear the words I just did from you, of all people! Malfoy just stopped in mid-air when saw that I was behind him!”
“Oh, yeah!” Ron’s line was oozing with sarcasm. “Logical reason, that is! Malfoy, just stopping in mid-air, just to let his arch enemy win the match and so that he’d be humiliated in front of the whole of Hogwarts! Too logical to be true, Harry!”
“Don’t you ever call me Harry again!!”
Harry clasped his wand in his hand, fighting Seamus and Dean off, and Ron, being Harry’s bestfriend and used to him, did the same with his wand, but Harry, having more experience, said the spell before Ron did.
Ron’s wand flew out of his hand and he fell back, with a lot of force.
“Shit!” Ron shouted.
“Petrificus Totalus!” Harry shouted; Ron went stiff as a board and fell back.
“Harry!” Hermione said. She was behind Harry all the time. Harry turned and Hermione saw his tears, all clumped up, and his emerald eyes, shining more that ever. But she saw that Harry didn’t show any sign of triumph and she knew he still cared for Ron but that care was vanishing bit by bit.
“Oh, my!” Hermione said under her breath. She went to Ron and glared at him. “I’m doing this for Harry, be happy he actually cares after he heard what you say.” She hesitated, then, “Delightica Totalus!”
“What?” Ron said when he was freed of the curse. He saw Harry, it all came back. “Oh,” he said and he stared at Harry and swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked at all the people in the corridor of the Boy’s Dormitories, all of which were glaring at him. He turned back to Harry, he had his arms crossed he was surprised to see that he was smiling.
“I hope you didn’t regret what you just said to Hermione; or rather, shouted.” He walked toward Ron, still smiling. “Well, see you then,” he hesitated. “Weasley.”
That had done it. Ron was in the state of total shock, as if Hermione had not done the counter jinx. Something came back to him that made him almost cry.
He, Harry and Hermione were walking toward the Potions Classroom. He and Harry were, making up ways on how to kill Malfoy.
“Why don’t we just call him ‘Draco’ anyway?” He asked Harry.
“Because, Ron, if we were in first name terms with Malfoy, it actually means that we have to be friends with Malfoy.”
Ron chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“And remember this, Ron, when I call you by your family name, I will never be friends with you again.” Harry said with a smile.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind if I ever get the urge not to not want to be your friend anymore.” He and Ron laughed all the way to Potions Class.
Ron smacked himself in the forehead. ‘Harry never wants to be friend again,’ he thought. ‘Never again.’
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