Harry Potter and the Passion Potion

A mass of unruly brown hair poked through from under the silken covers. As the sheets were pulled down, the famous boy known as Harry Potter found himself in a room he had never seen before. Not only was he in a strange room but he was also in a strange bed that was covered with silk sheets (pink of all colors!) and soft feather pillows decorated in sequins, frilly tassels and embroidery. Harry rubbed his head, his hand passing over the lightning shaped scar that everyone noticed even at the most inappropriate of times. His scar no longer burned. Since his encounter with Voldemorte after winning the Tri-wizards tournament his scar seemed to burn consistently. Now, he felt nothing. Harry looked over the bed to see a stretch of white marble, which lead to a deep blue pool. He swung his legs to jump off the bed and (to his horror) found himself wearing only his underwear. Harry quickly got back under the covers and glanced around the room with one of the many sheets wrapped around his waist. He could see, not only one pile of clothes, but two. Harry quickly jumped off the bed and ran to one of the piles of clothes. He rummaged through it and found his socks, his school pants, his shirt, vest and cloak.

“Where am I?” Harry thought to himself as he picked up his school uniform and began to get dressed. As Harry continued to think, he realized that his last thoughts were from his 6th period potions with Professor Snape, the greasy-haired head of Slytherine, who hated him more than anyone at Hogwarts.

As Harry began to think more, looking very puzzled as he scratched his messy brown hair, “Something had to have happened in potions class…” As Harry thought more and more he reached down to pick up his tie. As he began to put it on, he noticed something odd. The colors. The tie was not the colors of Gryffindor (red and gold) but the colors of Slytherine (green and silver). “Why would there be a Slytherine tie in here… with me?” Harry’s eyes suddenly darted to the other pile of clothes and then immediately to the bed that Harry was in. There was someone else in it. The sheets were moving and shifting as long platinum blonde hair poked out from under the sheets to reveal the puzzled face of Draco Malfoy. Malfoy stirred about and (after a moment or two of looking around) quickly noticed Harry staring back at him.

“What are you doing here Potter!” Malfoy snarled as his narrow lips curled in disgust.

“What am I doing here?” Harry said in an aggravated and slightly bitter tone, “I don’t even know where HERE is?”

Malfoy had nothing to say to this and simply gave Harry another of his familiar dirty looks. Harry went to the other pile of clothes, picked up his tie and glanced over at a door in the far back of the room. Malfoy was still confused, which made Harry pleased as he made his way to the far door. Harry opened it and walked out finding himself at Hogwarts. He finally understood where he was. He was in the Room of Requirement, a place in Hogwarts that changes what’s inside to suit the needs and desires of the person or people entering through it. A beautiful room, silk sheets, a large bed, soft decorative pillows, and a pool: Why would someone need these things? Suddenly, the memories of what happened during potions flooded back.


It was 6th period, double potions, and Harry’s most dreaded class. Even worse, the class was full of Slytherines; including the person Harry hated the most at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. Malfoy was tall and had long white blonde hair like his fathers. His narrow pointed face was always etched with a permanent scowl. Ever since Harry got Malfoy’s father, Lucius, arrested, Malfoy had been trying to torment Harry as often as he could. In most other classes, Malfoy could not harass Harry as much as he would like. This was particularly impossible in Hagrid’s class who made a point of watching Malfoy ever since he got him in trouble with Buckbeak. However, in potions, he could get away with a lot. Snape always preferred his own students to others. Snape also had no tolerance for Harry who (according to him) did not belong in his class because of his low O.W.L. score. However, Professor McGonagall convinced Professor Snape to allow him to take his course. Harry had no desire to take potions again but if he was going to be an auror he was going to have to deal with Snape. Since Ron decided not to be an auror, Ron didn’t have to take potions again, which pleased Ron, but left Harry feeling somewhat betrayed. Hermione, however, had a full schedule but managed to squeeze in potions as an elective. Why anyone would want to be stuck in a room with Snape for two hours was beyond him.

As Harry started to set up his cauldron, he heard a happy voice come from behind him, “Hello Harry!” said the bushy haired Hermione as she started to set up her own cauldron. “I hear Professor Snape is going to be teaching us about Passion Potions today!”

“Passion Potions?” Harry said, “Like love potions?”

“What else could it be Potter?” said a bitter voice a few rows down. It was Draco Malfoy.