"Ahhh, I see. Potter and his crew had more *important* things to do then to go to class, or was it just that the wonder boy Potter felt that he could skip a couple of minutes of the not-so-important-lesson, eh?"

And, of course, by this time, the Slytherins was laughing hard.

"No sir, we…"

"Just go to your seats, and that will be five points from Gryffindor… for each of you."

Hermione gasped "That's fifteen points!" she whispered to Harry.

"And, Miss Granger, was that something you wanted to tell the rest of us?"

"N-no sir…"

"Good, now… as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," Snape started while glancing at Harry, which of course, made the Slytherins brake up into a fit laughter.

"Today, we shall do the Contulate potion, which is almost done as the Polyjuice potion, except that this one only takes twenty minutes to make, and it's used to make you sound as the person you first touch after drinking it, but luckily enough, it only holds for about 15 minutes, depending on how well the potion is done," Snape continued with his silky voice, and started to write on the ingredients on the blackboard, "This is what you need, now, you may start!"

After about twenty minutes, almost everyone was done, Harry's, who had gotten lucky, and got paired with Hermione, potion was in a dark red color, as was everyone else's, except for Neville's, which had gotten a sick yellow-ish color.

"Mr. Longbottom! You never crease to make me surprised, you even managed to screw this, *simple* portion, up!" Snape said, with a cruel smile, "It hasn't blown up yet, as I see…"

"And of course, the gut less Slytherins starts laughing," Harry said quietly, under his breath.

But apparently, Snape had ears like a bat, "…And I'm sure that Mr. Potter won't have anything against trying this little potion, here, Potter. Have a drink!"

And, Harry didn't have much of a choice, but to walk up and take the potion.

Harry took the potion with both hands, and closed his eyes and took a small gulp of the potion.

Harry could barely open his eyes, but as fast as he did that, he closed them again since the world came spinning around him. His body seemed to hurt everywhere, and a strange feeling seemed to overcome his senses. Harry managed to give out a small groan before he fainted.

"Harry!" the faint voice of Hermione came and her shout were followed by many other Gryffindors.

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Albus Dumbledore had left his office to clear his mind, a small walk could, as always, clear his mind.

But as he neared the dungeons where the potions were held, he could clearly hear shouts, and they didn't sound too happy either.

 Dumbledore opened the door to the potions and saw the Gryffindors looking worryingly at Harry, who was on the floor, who had clearly fainted, and the Slytherins were looking slightly amused.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, to make both the teacher and the students to know that he was there. "Uhum… and what have happened here?"

At first, there was silence, but after a couple of minutes Hermione piped up, "Neville made his Contulate potion in the wrong way, and then Professor Snape forced Harry to take it, to see what happened…"

"Ah, I see… has anyone touched him after this?"

Hermione shook her head as an answerer, "No, sir…"

Dumbledore nodded quietly before scooping Harry up in his arms, "I'll bring him to the hospital wing, and I assume that he'll be gone the rest of the day, you may visit him after lessons."

Both Ron and Hermione nodded firmly.

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"What happened to Harry this time, Headmaster?"

"He took a bad potion in his potions class," Dumbledore answered.

Pomfrey nodded and gestured to a bench, "Please put him here, and I'll take a look at him."

Dumbledore nodded and placed Harry carefully on the bench, "I'll be in my office if something happens," Dumbledore said shortly before walking out the hospital wing.

But before he got to his office, a strange feeling seemed to get to his senses, and it got harder and harder to walk, he felt week and tired.

As he finally reached his office, he sat down in his chair, and strangely enough, drifted of to a dreamless sleep.

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Harry blinked a couple of times, Where am? I musta' fell a sleep… then he remembered the potions class, I fainted… Arrgh, that mustda' been some potion that Neville did… I have to be in the hospital wing, by the silence, Harry lifted his head to look around.