The Polyjuice Potion

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Katrina's POV

The double attack on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick turned what had hitherto been nervousness into real panic. Curiously, it was Nearly Headless Nick's fate that seemed to worry people most. What could possibly do that to a ghost? What terrible power could harm someone who was already dead? There was almost a stampede to book seats on the Hogwarts Express so that students could go home for Christmas.

Crabbe and Goyle, who always did whatever Draco did, had signed up to stay over the holidays, too.

But I was glad that most people were leaving. I was getting tired of people skirting around me in the corridors, as though I were about to sprout fangs or spit poison; tired of all the muttering, pointing, and hissing as I passed. I knew Harry felt the same - his face practically screemed his annoyance.

Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry and I down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heirs of Slytherin, seriously evil witch and wizard coming through..."

"Princess of Slytherin, coming through, make way, make way!"

Percy was deeply disapproving of this behavior.

"It is not a laughing matter," he said coldly.

"Oh, get out of the way, Percy," said Fred. "Harry and Katrina are in a hurry."

"Yeah, they're off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with their fanged servant," said George, chortling. Ginny didn't find it amusing either.

"Oh, don't," she wailed every time Fred asked Harry and I loudly who we were planning to attack next, or when George pretended to ward us off with a large clove of garlic when we met.

I didn't mind; it made me feel better that Fred and George, at least, thought the idea of me being Slytherin's heir was quite ludicrous. But their antics seemed to be aggravating Draco, who looked increasingly sour each time he saw them at it.

"It's because he's bursting to say it's really him," said Ron knowingly. "You know how he hates anyone beating him at anything, and you're getting all the credit for his dirty work."

"How many times do I have to tell you it's not him! I know you guys are still planning to use that PolyJuice potion! It's not going to get you anywhere!" I burst out angrily. They just ignored me though.


At last the term ended, and a silence deep as the snow on the grounds descended on the castle. I found it peaceful, rather than gloomy, enjoying the fact that the castle was left relatively empty and I had free reign to go wherever I wanted without getting stared at.

Christmas morning dawned, cold and white. Harry and Ron, the only ones left in their dormitory, were woken very early by Hermione and I when we burst in, fully dressed and carrying presents for them both.

"Wake up," I shouted loudly, pulling back the curtains at the window.

"Hermione, Kat - you're not supposed to be in here -" said Ron, shielding his eyes against the light.

"Merry Christmas to you, too," said Hermione, throwing him his present. "I've been up for nearly an hour, adding more lacewings to the potion. It's ready." Harry sat up, suddenly wide awake. I glanced at Hermione's as I heard the news.

"If we're going to do it, I say it should be tonight." I looked at them with narrowed eyes. But it was Christmas so I didn't want things to be awkward. We exchanged gifts happily. When I got to Harry's, I looked at him not sure if he was serious.

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