The Spiked Butterbeer

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"4 Butterbeers please."

"Hey, I wanted Firewhisky!"

"And me!"

"Fine! Sorry, change that - 2 Butterbeers and 2 Firewhiskies please." It was Saturday afternoon in The Three Broomsticks and Rose Potter was enjoying a well earned rest with her fellow Slytherin fifth-year friends.

"Fred, George, don't get pissed again!" pleaded Draco Malfoy.

"We won't." promised George Weasley.

"In any case, what's the worst that can happen if we do?" asked his twin brother, Fred Weasley.

"Well..." sighed Rose, reminiscing the crazy events after the Twins' last glasses of Firewhisky.

"If we start listing what happened last time, we will be here for the next three days!" said Draco, and with that the Twins swore they wouldn't, then changed the subject quickly to Quidditch.

Meanwhile...

"Are you Madam Rosmerta?" inquired a hooded figure who had just entered the pub.

"Yes, that's me." replied the clearly flustered barmaid. "What can I do for y-?"

"Imperio" whispered the man. Madam Rosmerta stood as still as a solider waiting for orders. It fact that was what she was doing.

"Now, you are going to put two and only two drops of this liquid into a glass of Butterbeer which MUST be given to Rose Potter." he commanded, "Now you can do the Dark Lord's bidding for me." Everything then happened accordingly. Madam Rosmerta slowly poured the two needed, transparent drops from the dark-coloured bottle into a glass filled to the brim with Butterbeer. She then walked across to the table where four thirsty Slytherins waited and before any of them could reach for a glass, Madam Rosmerta grabbed the Butterbeer which was tampered with and gave it to the only girl on the table. After everything was given and all money was paid, the children eagerly sipped their sweet drinks (apart from Fred and George who just downed theirs in one go!). However, Rose's tasted more bitter than the usual Butterbeer, but afraid that she would have to have paid another 2 sickles for another glass, she just drank the rest with no complaining.

After finishing their, in some cases alcoholic, drinks and buying tons of things from Zonko's Joke Shop and Honeydukes, Rose, Draco, Fred and George decided to travel back to Hogwarts. Suddenly, Rose felt a strange tingling sensation inside her. Surely it was just the mountain of sweets that she'd just eaten giving her a sugar rush, so she decided to ignore it. However, after just more two steps, the tingling turned to pain. She stood there, in the middle of the road, in silent agony. No one realises what was happening until Rose dropped to the ground.

"Rose!" Draco, Fred and George screamed in shock. They rushed over to her, but had to weave their way through a crowd which had just formed.

"What the hell's happened?" asked a Gryffindor fourth-year.

"I don't know!" shouted Fred.

"Wait a minute…" said Draco.

"I'm sorry Draco…" shouted George, "But we really can't wait a minute! Look at her!" And that sight was a horrible sight: Rose was laid out flat on her back against the cold, hard ground of the road with her arms and legs, all going in different directions.

"I know, but did any of you see the face she was pulling will having her drink?" he said. Most people shook their heads. "I think there was something put in her drink!" he concluded. Everyone gasped. Then a Slytherin third-year whispered timidly,

"D-did a D-D-Death Eater do it?" Draco sighed and said quietly,

"I think so…"

"Oh no!" screamed the twins, "We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey!" However, Draco said that it would be quicker to go to the Slytherin common room, so he picked up The-Girl-Who-Lived into his arms and started to jog off towards Hogwarts with Fred and George in hot pursuit carrying their bags.

Part 1 of 4 – Done! More coming soon…

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