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Accidental Love Potion

"5 points from Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall told Neville after he broke his third teacup that day. They were learning how to turn teacups into pitchers and no one (except Hermione) had gotten it right, though they've been though the spell a half a dozen times.

"Neville, clean up your mess and then you may go. Class dismissed." After the students left, Minerva propped down into her seat and held her head. This has to be the worse headache I've ever had, she thought, I'll fix a headache reliever and take it after dinner.

After fixing the potion, she left it to simmer 30 minutes. Once she was gone, a rat slipped though a hole in the wall and changed into a wizard. This should fix her good, thought the figure evilly as he poured a draft of nightshade in the headache reliever. Turning back into the rat, the wizard scurried though the hole and waited for his victim to return.

Thirty minutes later, Minerva returned. The rat waited, his beady eyes shining, thinking of how his Master will reward him for taking out one of the key players in the Order. Rubbing his little paws together, he watched as Minerva took the potion.

As soon as the potion slid down her throat, Minerva realized something was different about the potion. The taste was slightly sweet, not as bitter as a normal headache daught was. Before she could think about what was wrong, Peter Pettigrew was before her on his knees.