The Potion: Epiphania

By Polydicta

The trio are brewing a very special potiobn in Slughorn's class ...

Disclaimer:

All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.

There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.

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Epiphania

"Today, you are going to brew an interesting potion called epiphania. Does anyone know what it is more commonly called? Miss Granger?"

"It's called the overlook or oversight potion. I gives you insight into something that you have overlooked."

"Very good. Now, the instructions are on the board. The final result should be perfectly clear and very pale pink."

Two hours later, Ron had managed to make a pastel pink, pearly liquid while Harry and Hermione's potions appeared to be perfect.

They poured samples into vials for marking.

"Well, these appear perfect, so sample them if you please, while considering something you may have missed important details about."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, laughing.

"After three and down the hatch? One … two … three …"

They drank their potions.

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Harry was suddenly whisked into his memories.

Hermione in the first year. "There are more important things, Things like friendship, trust and …"

Second year, she had just been released from hospital after being de-petrified. She ran to him and hugged him.

Third year, riding Buckbeak, he felt her pressed against his back. She was screaming with exhilaration.

Fourth year, a kiss in the champion's tent, the look in her eye, a feeling in his chest. Again, after the third task, she hugged him, comforted him after Voldemort's return.

Fifth year. So many eye-blinks, little things. The concern when Umbridge forced him to write using the blood quill. The sadness in her eye when she saw him with Cho. The determination when he was set on going to the ministry. The dead feeling in his soul when he thought her dead.

Sixth year. The jealousy when she started dating Ron.

Seventh year, in the tent, she chose him over Ron. She was beside him always.

This year, the secret looks after she broke up with Ron. The feeling in his chest, the dreams he had of her …

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Hermione's mind was a whirl of images.

First year. "There are more important things, Things like friendship, trust and …" She wished she'd had the nerve to say the word. Love.

Second year, she had just been released from hospital after being de-petrified. She ran to him and hugged him. She had come back only because his voice had kept her trapped and waking mind sane and active.

Third year, riding Buckbeak, she was pressed against his back. She was screaming in delight, and it wasn't all excitement at the adventure.

Fourth year, a kiss in the champion's tent, the look in his eye, a feeling in her chest. Again, after the third task, she hugged him, comforted him after Voldemort's return. Because. Always because.

Fifth year. So many eye-blinks, little things. How she felt when Umbridge forced him to write using the blood quill. The sadness she felt when she saw him with Cho. The determination when he was set on going to the ministry. The dead feeling in her soul when he was being possessed by Voldemort..

Sixth year. The look in his eye cost her agony when she was dating Ron.

Seventh year, in the tent, she chose him over Ron. She was beside him always, because that was where she belonged.

This year, the secret looks after she broke up with Ron. The feeling in her chest, the dreams she had of him …

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"I love you."

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"At bloody last they realise it. Thanks Professor. Best ruddy potions lesson ever, now is there some potion we can use to separate them before they die of asphyxia?"