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Love Potion by childofdecember
Chapter 2 : Warzone
 
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{Patricia & Fred}
 

 









Valeria up to the sunlight streaming through the window and hitting her right in the face. She groaned and closed her eyes, ducking away from the light that came through the window. She quite literary rolled out of bed and barely managed to land on her legs as she did so. Once she stood up and straightened, she noticed the room was empty. All the beds were made and the silence was lonely. She frowned slightly and glanced back at the clock on her bedside table. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the time. She had missed Charms!

For a moment she stood still, her mind going on an overdrive. Then, her brain finally managed to shot some signals through her body and she jolted in action. She couldn't believe she overslept! And she missed Charms, one of her favourite subjects! If she hadn't kept on tossing around in her bed and thinking a creative ways to end Potter's life, she wouldn't have overslept. She buttoned her blouse hastily, nearly ripping the buttons a couple of times. She wiggled in her skirt, threw her tie over her neck, shoved her legs into the ghastly knee-length socks and put on her flats. She quickly checked her bag, to make sure she had everything she'd need for the day and didn't forget any of her homework assignments, grabbed her black cloak and ran out of the dormitory as if Voldemort himself was after her.

She stormed into the Transfiguration room five minutes into the lesson, her hair a complete mess, her tan cheeks bright red and her chest heaving up and down as she whizzed for breath. Old McGonagall didn't look impressed with her grand entrance, and was quick to dock ten points, give her a detention and order her to sit down. Valeria looked at desk where she normally sat with Jane, but there was a dark-haired girl in her usual place, doodling something on her parchment, her large glasses low on her nose.

Valeria's lips curled and her eyes narrowed in distaste and resentment and she scanned the room, searching for somewhere to sit. She saw Patricia who was signalling for her to sit at the front of the room and with a long-suffering sigh, she trudged over to her blonde dorm mate and sank into her chair heavily.

Professor McGonagall resumed her lecture and Valeria quickly took out her things. The class around her exploded into quiet whispers and she glanced behind her when she heard quiet giggling. She accidentally caught a pair of hazel eyes that peeked through the row of students behind her. He didn't look angry, but the smirk on his face didn't bode well for her, she knew that much.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall's sharp, clear voice cut through the whispers like a razor. "Is Gamp's fourth law boring to you, students?" Valeria tried not to smirk as everyone shuffled uncomfortably in their seats. Professor McGonagall might look old and frail but she still had the strength to intimidate the whole school with a sentence and sometimes just a simple glance. It did help that she still held the position of Headmistress, which automatically made her even more frightening. "As a punishment for your distraction and continued misbehaving in my class for the past week, you will all write an essay on the four laws we've studied so far, and you'll make it as detailed as you can. You'll squeeze every drop of information you have in your heads."

Not quite smiling but definitely looking pleased with herself, Professor McGonagall cocked a single eyebrow. "Can I continue doing my job now?"

A few students nodded hastily while others avoided looking at her all-together. Professor McGonagall nodded and began talking again. Valeria started to take notes, but she was distracted when Patricia tore a piece of her parchment and hastily scribbled something down but before she passed it onto her, she tapped it once with her wand. Valeria raised an eyebrow and looked down at the note curiously.

I heard James and Fred mentioning your name and laughing. They had those smiles on their faces. I couldn't here everything, but I think they're planing to do something to you. Get you back for yesterday.

As soon as Valeria finished reading it, the text vanished, leaving the parchment perfectly clear and smooth. She glanced at Patricia, who noticed the questioning look in her eyes and shrugged.

"One of my inventions." She whispered quietly as she took her quill again and started doodling a crow at the right bottom corner of her parchment. Her parchment was scarcely covered in writing, it was mostly just different doodles. Valeria was surprised Patricia wasn't taking notes, she always seemed to do so studiously.

She glanced up at Professor McGonagall, who was explaining in details the law against resurrection. Thankfully, Valeria had already read about that, weeks ago when Professor McGonagall had told them that they were starting on the Gamp's Laws. She dipped her quill in the ink and began writing.

I knew he was planing something. You didn't hear anything else, you say?

Patricia shook her head when she read it and the letters dutifully disappeared again.

Damn, that complicates things.

Patricia bit on her lower lip, covered in vivid red lipstick, and took the note again.

I know we're not close or anything, but why did you do that? I thought it was sweet, what he did.

Valeria resisted the urge to snort out loud. Sweet and James Potter didn't go together. He had done it only because he knew it'd embarrass her. She wrote that down, adding that Patricia didn't know the whole story.

Will you ever tell me the whole story?

Valeria glanced at Patricia, who for once didn't seem only hungry for more gossip, but genuinely interested and concerned. She bit her lip, surprised at Patricia's sudden change of attitude. She pondered over for a bit, and glanced over her shoulder at where Jane was sitting with Harriet. She caught Jane's eyes immediately, and she saw Jane's pale cheeks flush at being caught staring. Jane quickly looked down and started writing something quickly. Valeria let out a sigh.

Yes, I'll tell you later.

A smile blossomed on Patricia's face and she slipped the scarp of parchment between the pages of her Transfiguration book. They didn't talk or pass notes for the rest of the lesson. When the bell rang, everyone stood up. Valeria was putting her book in her bag when her name piqued her attention.

"Miss Scott, will you please stay behind for a moment?"

Some of the students exchanged gleeful looks, happy at the prospect of someone getting scolded by their Headmistress. Valeria rolled her eyes and shoved her book more violently. She looked at Patricia, who was looking at Potter and Fred, who were nudging each other and laughing as they left the classroom.

"I'll wait for you outside." She told Valeria.

"Thanks." Valeria said with a small smile. Patricia nodded and joined the flow of students leaving the classroom. Once everyone was out, Valeria swung her bag over her shoulder and turned to look at Professor McGonagall.

"Come here, Miss Scott." The professor said. Valeria walked over to her desk and tried not to appear as nervous as she felt. Professor McGonagall was staring at her with those sharp, green eyes, as if trying to peek into her mind. "You're not in trouble, Miss Scott. Although I hope tardiness won't become a habit for you."

"Of course not, Professor." Valeria said quickly.

"I only wanted to return your essay on conjuring." Professor McGonagall said as she fished through a thin stack of parchments. "There it is." She handed it to Valeria and she took it cautiously. Her heart jumped as she saw the blood red O at the top corner, and she couldn't quite help the grin that spread across her face. "I was quite impressed with your essay, Miss Scott. I thought that perhaps you'd feel overworked with your choice of N.E.W.T.s courses and Quidditch practice but you once again prove me wrong."

Valeria tried not to seem to pleased with herself. "Thank you, Professor."

Professor McGonagall smiled thinly. "You're welcome, Miss Scott. I expect a lot of your essay on Gamp's Law."

"Right. I'll try not to disappoint."

"Good. Off you go, then." Professor McGonagall dragged a thick stack of papers that looked like important paperwork in front of her and with a heavy sigh, started to look through them. Valeria nodded quickly and stalked out of the room, clutching her essay in her hand. Patricia was waiting for her outside, and when she saw her, she quickly pulled away from the wall and walked up to her.

"Well, you aren't in trouble, right?" She asked as they headed down the corridor.

Valeria shook her head with a smile. "No, she only wanted to return my essay on conjuring."

Patricia's eyes fell on the parchment she was holding and she quickly snatched it from her hands. "An O? You bitch. I have an E." She pouted and thrust the parchment back to Valeria.

Valeria chuckled and put it away in her bag. "Well, I studied a lot for it."

"And you think I didn't?" Patricia exclaimed, looking offended. "Whatever." She flipped her hair over her shoulders, her expression clearing. "An E is still a high grade. Some idiots got D's on it. Makes you wonder what they're doing in advanced transfiguration."

"Someone got a D on this?" Valeria asked, shocked.

Patricia nodded. "I think it was Sylvia Bloom, but I'm not exactly sure. But when we take into account her grades in other subjects, I think it's safe to say that only she could accomplish it."

Valeria nodded. "She's almost as dumb as that Goyle bloke from Slytherin."

"Stupidity seems to run the family." Patricia said with a chuckle. "Goyle and Sylvia are cousins, did you know that?"

Valeria shook her head. "No, but it isn't really surprising. It'd explain her appearance."

Patricia made a face and giggled. "Yes, it would, wouldn't it? Well, I have Herbology now. What do you have?"

Valeria racked her brain for a moment until the answer appeared in her mind. She made a face. "Arithmancy." She usually enjoyed it but at the moment the mere thought of using so much brain power made her head hurt.

"Well, I'll see you at lunch, then." Patricia said cheerfully as she headed towards the stairs that led downwards, while Valeria started to climb up the one that led to seventh floor and where the Arithmancy classroom was located.

...

After lunch, Valeria went into the library. She had a free period, which she usually spent studying and doing her homework. She stacked a dozen of Transfiguration books on the table that she thought might help her with her research for her essay, took of her robe and settled comfortably on one of the chairs. Jane always thought spending so much time in the library was a waste of time, but Jane was street smart, and she learned everything from experience. She also had nearly photographic memory, so she remembered almost everything she ever read or heard, which made it easier for her to complete assignments with minimal effort.

She was just flipping through one of the books, when a shadow loomed over her. She looked up and came face to face with Potter, whose face, for once, wasn't split into a grin. She raised her eyebrows questioningly and suddenly regretted taking off her robe, where she usually put her wand in. But, Potter wouldn't attack her in the library, she reasoned. Not if he wanted Madam Hugh to stab him.

"What is it that you want, Potter?" She asked as she looked back at her book and continued to leaf through the pages. She gritted her teeth in annoyance when he pulled one of the chairs and sat down.

"Why, Scott, with that tone one would think you aren't happy to see me." He said in a drawling voice. She looked up at him, unable to hide the irritation. He smirked and leaned forward. "You have no idea what people have been talking about you, have you?"

Valeria frowned. "What?" She asked. What could they possibly be saying about her? She hadn't done anything wrong!

"Oh, just how heartless you are for doing what you did to me yesterday." James said carelessly, flicking his hair away from his eyes. "I was quite hurt, to tell you the truth." He put a hand to his heard, a sigh escaping his lips. "To think how much thought and emotion I put into that performance, just for you, and not only did you not appreciate it, but you trampled all over it. You know, I have girls lining up to by my date for tomorrow." His eyes glinted. "Do you feel bad for rejecting me now?"

"Not a bit." Valeria said with a roll of her eyes. "In fact, I pity all those clueless birds who actually want to date you. They don't know what a tosser you are yet."

For a moment, Potter's face tightened, but then his face split into a smile. "How bitter you are, Scott. You know you've lost your chance to be with me and now you're lashing it out on those lucky ladies who might get a piece of this." He pointed at himself and his arrogant smile widened.

Valeria stared at him grinning face in disbelief. "You're delusional." She declared. "Absolutely bonkers. Why don't you go snog your reflection and leave me alone?"

"What's the fun in that?" In typical Potter fashion, her insults bounced off him.

"Potter, I don't know if you were aware, but the library is not a place to have a casual chit-chat. So why don't you run along now and go do whatever you usually do?"

"Why are you so mean to me?" Potter asked, pretending to be extremely hurt.

Valeria smiled sweetly, a sudden idea popping in her head. She was such a genius. "No, I will not practice Incendio charm with you, James Potter!" She said in a very loud voice, making several students turn around and stare. Just as she predicted, Madam Hugh stormed over to them and grabbed Potter by the ear, hauling him up on his feet. He howled in pain and glared murderously at Valeria, who just smiled innocently in return.

"I'm sorry I made such a racket, Madam Hugh, but he really shocked me!" She told Madam Hugh, whose hard features softened slightly at her earnest, blue-eyed gaze.

"It's nothing, my dear girl." Madam Hugh turned her steely eyes on Potter. "Out, you! I knew from the start you'll cause problems!" She dragged Potter with her, and Valeria smirked smugly to herself when she saw him making grimaces of pain and annoyance as Madam Hugh prattled on and on about the importance and sacredness of books and how they should be treated as the holy things they were. She thought she saw him mouth something, but she was too busy feeling pleased with herself to really pay attention. She returned to work in much higher spirits.

...

On her way to the Great Hall, Valeria was quite literary abducted. Someone, someone wearing an overwhelmingly strong flowery perfume, grabbed her arm and shoved her in an empty classroom. Valeria whirled around and raised her eyebrows when she saw Patricia peeking cautiously out the door before she slammed it shut and locked it with a wave of her wand.

"James and Fred are waiting for you around the corner." She explained as she turned to face Valeria. "James said something about his ear being nearly ripped off because of you? I don't know what happened there, but I think he's even more determined to get back at you now. Oh, Valeria, why did you have to piss off the two biggest pranksters in the school?"

"Hey, he started it!" Valeria defended herself, if a bit childishly.

Patricia clicked her tongue. "Sweetie, I think you started it. You were the one who basically threw herself at him in the middle of dinner last week."

"I was drugged with love potion!" Valeria bellowed, making Patricia jump and step back with wide eyes. Valeria took a deep, calming breath and looked Patricia in the eyes seriously. "I swear to God, Merlin or whatever arsehole is up there that I wasn't in my right mind, Patricia."

"Okay, okay, no need to shout." Patricia said quickly, eyeing Valeria carefully, much to her annoyance. "I got you the first time."

"Right." Valeria scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Like I hadn't repeated the same thing over and over for the past week."

"Hey, I'm helping you! You should be angry at the person who gave you the love potion." Valeria could hear the 'supposedly' in her sentence without her saying it and rolled her eyes, plopping down on one of the desks.

"Whatever. When do you think the coast will be clear?" She asked as she inspected her chipped nail polish. She really needed to remove it. It was really ugly.

Patricia shrugged her shoulders and sat beside Valeria. "I don't know. Dinner should start soon, I'm sure they wouldn't miss to stuff their faces."

Valeria snorted. "Definitely not."

"So, are you going to clue me in?" Valeria glanced at Patricia, who was staring at her expectantly, legs crossed comfortably in front of her. Valeria sighed and run a hand through her long, brown hair.

"You can't tell Clair any of that, though. You can't tell anyone. It's not that it's that big of a secret, but I don't want them to have another reason to talk about me behind my back."

Patricia nodded slowly. "I promise I won't tell."

Valeria sighed again and focused her eyes on the little bow on top of her flats. "After the accident, Potter hasn't left me alone. He doesn't do anything in public - anything that might paint him as the bad guy at least. But anyway, he cornered me a few times and teased me. A lot. Stuff about how if I wanted him, I could have just said so. Then he said something about desperation turning him off. Stuff like that, you know. But yesterday, he said that he knew that I wasn't in my right mind all along, and that he wanted to make it up to me by inviting me to the benefit as his date. You can imagine why I wouldn't go out with him, right? So, I said no and to get me back, he sang the song in front of the whole school, knowing that I'll get angry and do something stupid." Valeria scowled, but she was more annoyed at herself at the moment. Potter had expected that reaction of her, and that was why he had done it, and she had played right into his hands. She looked at Patricia, who was staring at her with a thoughtful look on her face.

"I see.." She said after several moments of silence. Her eyes refocused and she smiled almost mischievously at Valeria. "So he thinks he can get away with being a complete git to you? We'll see about that." She pushed away from the desk and unlocked the door.

"Where are you going?" Valeria asked, confused.

"I'm going to teach James Potter some manners." She said with a wicked grin as she opened the door and left. Valeria stood still for a moment, surprised, then she grabbed her bag and followed after Patricia.

"Oh, Potter!" She heard Patricia call in a sing-song voice. She saw Patricia's blonde hair disappear just around the corner and picked up her pace.

"What is it, Fitz?" She heard Potter reply. His reply was followed by a loud yelp, and Patricia's victorious laughter. When Valeria arrived at the scene, she saw a large black cloud hovering about James, drenching him in dirty water. She wrinkled her nose at the smell and glanced at Patricia, who was grinning like a mad woman.

"I've wanted to try this for a while." She said casually as she played with her hand. She eyed Potter critically and her grin widened. "That's no ordinary rain, by the way. The water comes straight from the sewer pipes."

Valeria's mouth dropped open in shock, along with Fred's and Potter's. Potter quickly closed it shut though, a revolted look on his face.

"You're going to pay for this!" Potter growled as he reached out to grab his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Patricia said instantly, and Potter's wand flew out of his hand.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Fred bellowed. Patricia hadn't expected an attack from him and was too slow to dodge. Valeria winced when she fell on the floor and turned to stare at the two boys.

Much to her relief Fred seemed to busy with trying to remove the curse off Potter, so she turned her attention on Patricia. She took out her wand and pointed it at Patricia. "Finite." She whispered. Patricia twitched before she started moving her arms fully and slowly set up.

"Stay still, you prat! I'm trying to figure it out!" Fred snapped at Potter.

"Well, hurry up. I'm going to — " Valeria's eyes closed and she made a face at the sudden retching sound.

"You bloody idiot!" Fred shouted, his voice disgusted and angry. Valeria quickly grabbed Patricia's hand and dragged her up on her feet.

"Let's get out of here!" She said and the two of them ran like death was after them. They took refuge in the empty classroom from before and Valeria made sure they were locked securely. She slid to the ground, breathing heavily.

"That was very stupid." She said after she took a deep breath. "But brilliant. How do you come up with this stuff?"

Patricia grinned and tapped her temple. "It's all up in here, stored away."

"Why did you do that?" Valeria said after a slight pause. "You didn't have to, you know. I wouldn't have dealt with them on my own, somehow."

"I know." Patricia said with a simple shrug as she sat on one of the desks and crossed her legs. "I don't mind being their target. Plus, you'd need someone to watch your back and take their minds off you from time to time."

Valeria wouldn't admit it, but she felt kind of warm at Patricia's confession. Even though she didn't need her help, she still felt moved that the girl offered it anyway. She felt a bit bad for everything she had said about her in the past years, and she vowed to try and get to know her better without automatically judging her. After all, anyone who willingly went and hexed James Potter for her couldn't be that bad.

"You know..." Valeria looked at Patricia, who had a slightly worried look on her face. "I think we declared an unofficial war on them now."

Valeria's eyebrows rose. "What do you mean?"

"Do you think they'll take this lightly, Valeria? All of this? I don't think so. You know, we Ravenclaws are supposed to be logical thinkers, we are supposed to think ahead and plan out our moves." Patricia rubbed her forehead. "I feel like I've failed at being a Ravenclaw."

"Well.." Valeria licked her lips, deep in thought. "On the bright side, you'll get the chance to practice your little charms and spells on someone."

Patricia snorted. "Happy days."


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