Challenge fic #35 Sixth Sense
Title: Side-Effects
Fandom: Harry Potter (book)
Characters: Hannah Abbott/George Weasley
Prompt: #35 Sixth Sense
Word Count: 2577
Rating: PG
Summary: Fred and George have made a new potion... but it doesn't exactly worth the way they plan it to.
A/N: AU, OotP
Side-Effects
“Are you sure it’s ready?” George asked his twin brother nervously.
“I’m positive, nothing can go wrong,” Fred said reassuringly.
They were walking down to breakfast carrying the latest of their items for their joke shop and George was not quite sure whether he was ready to test it or not. Fred shook the vial of potion in front of his twin’s face and then slapped it in George’ hand.
“Why are you giving it to me?” George said incredulously.
“You were the one who wanted to make this product, I figured you had someone to use it on,” Fred said smugly. George glared at him but put the small vial in the pocket of his school robes. They entered the Great Hall and saw several people waving at them. They waved back politely, but didn’t go to speak to them; they had more important matters at hand.
George spotted the intended target for the potion sitting at the Hufflepuff table and he felt a flush crawl up his cheeks. “Are we really going to do this?” George whispered anxiously.
Fred grinned cheekily at him. “Don’t you want to find out if it works?”
George scowled until his eyes fell on the Hufflepuff table once again. “I’m going in, make sure that McGonagall doesn’t notice,” he reminded Fred and his twin grinned again.
“Good luck,” Fred said and sauntered off to the Gryffindor table, leaving George alone to his business.
George sighed and made his way over to the Hufflepuff table. A small group of students he recognized were all sitting together and whispering excitedly. Suddenly a pair of clear blue eyes looked up and made contact with his. He felt his face grow warm and he fought to keep his cool. “What are you lot up to?” George asked with a cheerful smile as he sat down beside them.
“Actually we were talking about last night’s meeting of the D.A.,” said a red haired girl that George knew as Susan Bones.
“I finally got the Protego charm down,” Hannah Abbott whispered. George’s heart swelled at the sound of her voice, it was as sweet as honey.
“It’s a difficult charm to master,” George told her. Hannah grinned at him and George felt a twinge of guilt about what he was about to do. “Harry wanted me to ask you lot if there was anything you wanted to work on next week?”
He quickly removed the vial of potion from his robe pocket as the group around him began to discuss what they needed the most practice on. While they were engrossed in the topic (and keeping watch for Umbridge) George spiked Hannah’s morning juice with the potion that he and Fred had concocted. It went off without a hitch, no one in the group even realizing what George had done. Finally he excused himself from the table and made his way over to the Gryffindor table, cursing himself all the way.
“Did you do it?” Fred asked eagerly. George nodded miserably and looked back at the Hufflepuff’s. He watched as Hannah took a drink from her pumpkin juice and then licked her lips in appreciation. He groaned and looked down at the plate in front of him that Fred had already filled with his favorite food.
“I hope she doesn’t end up hating me,” George muttered.
“Well, yes… that would be a bad thing,” Fred said as he chewed his toast, “That would be the opposite of the effect we want, wouldn’t it?”
George buried his face in his hands and groaned. He had a very bad feeling about this.
***
Hannah pressed her hand to her forehead tightly. She couldn’t concentrate at all, and that wasn’t like her during Herbology. Her head was throbbing as though her entire class were screaming at her. She couldn’t understand what was going on.
“Justin, can you please be quiet?” she asked.
Justin gave her an odd look, “I’m not even talking.”
Hannah looked up at him and then at Ernie. “You weren’t just talking a few seconds ago?” she wondered. Her friends shook their head and gave her worried glances.
“Are you feeling all right, Hannah?” Ernie asked and put his hand on her shoulder. Hannah closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again. She could hear someone talking, but neither Justin nor Ernie was saying a word. She looked around her to see if anyone close to their station was talking… but no one was.
“Just concentrate on the spell, it isn’t that hard…”
“What about a spell?” Hannah asked aloud.
“No one said anything about a spell, are you sure you are okay?” Susan asked worriedly.
“You didn’t hear that?” Hannah felt her face burning, she definitely heard someone talking about a spell.
“Why can’t I concentrate?”
“Who can’t concentrate?” Hannah asked aloud again. Her friends were looking genuinely concerned now, as if something was wrong with her.
“I think you need to go to the Hospital Wing, Hannah,” Justin told her, “You aren’t making any sense.”
“If only I knew how she was doing, then I wouldn’t be so worried…”
Hannah spun around again, trying to see who was muttering to themselves, but everyone around her was intent on working with their tray. She clenched her hands in frustration, something was going on and it was driving her mad. “Who is talking?” she muttered angrily.
“Miss Abbott, is everything quite all right?”
Hannah looked up to see Professor Sprout looking at her concernedly. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Miss Bones, will you take Miss Abbott up to the Hospital Wing? She looks very flushed,” Professor Sprout insisted and Susan nodded.
“Come on, Hannah, let’s get up to the castle,” Susan instructed and took Hannah’s hand to lead her out of the Greenhouse.
“Her eyes enchanted me; it’s those damn eyes that made me do it. If only I could keep my head on straight when I’m around her…”
“Whose eyes… who is talking?” Hannah demanded. She was usually a calm person, but it felt as though someone was using her head as a telly, and it wasn’t comfortable.
***
“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with her,” Madame Pomfrey said to Susan after she finished checking Hannah up.
“Are you sure? She has been hearing voices all morning, she says that someone is talking to her,” Susan insisted.
“What can you hear?” Madame Pomfrey asked interestedly.
Hannah was rubbing her temples with her fingers, trying not to hear the voice again… but she wasn’t succeeding. “Hmm?”
“Miss Bones just told me that you have been hearing voices,” Madame Pomfrey told Hannah.
“I thought it was just Justin and Ernie, but then I was looking at them and I heard it again. I don’t know what’s going on,” Hannah admitted.
“What have you been hearing?” Madame Pomfrey asked again.
“Moonstone, essence of runespoor, powdered horn of a bicorn…”
“He is talking about Potion ingredients now, earlier he was talking about spells. I suppose the class bell rang after we arrived,” Hannah shrugged and began to rub her forehead again.
Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips thoughtfully. “There isn’t much I can do for you right now, but if this continues for the remainder of the day you might want to come in and see me again this evening. I’ll look around my cupboards to see what I can find for you.”
With that she excused them from the Hospital wing and Hannah sighed. “She didn’t help much, did she?”
“I think you should lie down until lunch, I’ll tell Professor Flitwick that you aren’t feeling well,” Susan suggested. Hannah nodded.
“I’ll see you at lunch then,” she told her and headed off for the Hufflepuff Common room to see if she could find some peace.
***
Once she was alone, Hannah felt herself relax. She knew that something was off with her this morning, but she felt her friends were taking it a little too seriously. She assumed that she was just tired, and with the added headache she was hearing things that weren’t there.
She sighed and collapsed into a chair beside the fireplace in the common room. It was nice and warm; she could imagine that the morning’s events had all been a bad dream. She closed her eyes sleepily and sunk deeper into the soft cushions of the sofa.
“Why did I let this happen? I should have just told her how I felt and let her decide for herself. I had no right to mess with her emotions…”
Hannah’s eyes flew open as she heard the voice again. There was something familiar about it that she couldn’t place, but she knew the voice. She didn’t waste time looking around the common room, she knew she was the only one there. That left only one option… she was hearing someone’s thoughts.
“Who is this?” She was trying to send a thought back to them, unsure if it would work or not.
There was a brief moment of silence, and then a hesitant, “Who is this?” came back to her.
Hannah jumped in surprise, but then she smiled, perhaps she would find out what all of this was about. “I’m Hannah Abbott, who are you?”
“Hannah?” The thought came through in an anxious tone. “Bloody hell, how did you do this?”
“I really don’t know, I’ve been hearing you all day though.”
There was another pause, this one longer. “You’ve been hearing my thoughts all day long?”
“Yes, I have. It’s been a bit disconcerting to tell the truth.”
“I’m so sorry; I must seem like the biggest git in the world…”
“What are you talking about? I don’t even know who you are.” Hannah was confused, this person was upset about something and she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“You don’t recognize my voice?” He sounded let down, as if he had hoped that she would know him.
“It’s familiar, but I can’t place it, I’m sorry…” she paused for a moment, “Look, I’m not sure how this happened, but it doesn’t make any sense.”
“Can you meet me in the Great Hall at lunch? I’m not sure I can explain everything, but I’ll try.”
“How can I meet you in the Great Hall when I don’t even know who you are?”
“If the potion works the way it should have then you’ll know who I am… I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry about what?” She was getting more and more confused by the minute, what potion, what was he talking about? She also wasn’t getting an answer from him. “Hello, are you there?” Still nothing.
Dejectedly she looked at the clock and realized that lunch would start in half-an-hour. She sighed and trudged up the stairs to try and get a few minutes of sleep. Perhaps her head would clear a little and she would realize whose voice it was, it did sound awfully familiar.
***
George waited nervously in the Great Hall for Hannah to appear while Fred continued to ask him questions about what had happened.
“Are you sure you weren’t just imagining her voice?” Fred asked for what seemed like the tenth time.
“She was in my head as strange as that sounds. She said that she had heard me thinking to myself all morning,” George replied anxiously. He kept looking toward the doorway… still no Hannah in sight.
“Do you really think it was the potion that did it?” Fred said incredulously.
“What else could it have been? It wasn’t as though we tested that one, this was the prototype,” George snapped.
“This is a strange side-effect, I think it had to do with the moonstone,” Fred said thoughtfully and stroked his chin.
George sighed and looked toward the entryway again. He saw Hannah walk into the room with a curious expression on her face. Their eyes met and instantly he felt his heart jump against his ribs excitedly. He was crazy about her; he had been since Dumbledore’s Army had begun. There was something about her that was sweet and pure and it called to him. The way she smiled and laughed made his heart ache just to be around her… to have that smile directed at him. Now he had blown it by putting an untested love potion in her morning pumpkin juice, she would never trust him again.
Slowly she walked toward him, her smile lighting the entire room. Even from where he was sitting he could see the intensity of the emotions shining from her eyes. The potion had worked… and he hated himself for it.
“It was you all the time?” she asked as she stepped up to him. “All those thoughts were yours?”
He felt as if there were something caught in his throat, he couldn’t speak or breathe. Hannah was here, standing in front of him with her arms wide open to hold him… and it wasn’t real. It was a created feeling that he had made in her. “I’m so sorry, you should hate me,” he whispered raggedly.
“Why would I hate you? George, I love…” she began but he put his finger to her mouth to stop the words.
“Don’t say it, please, just stop,” he begged.
“I don’t understand, what’s going on?” she asked in bewilderment. She tried to take his hand but he pulled away.
“I don’t deserve your affection, in fact, I stole it. You didn’t feel this way about me yesterday or the day before, it was just today,” he said and turned away from her.
Hannah put her hand on his shoulder and forced him to turn around and look at her. “George, I’ve felt this way about you since I saw you grow that silly beard after getting ejected from the age line around the Triwizard cup,” she said softly and put her hand to his face. “I always thought that I wasn’t special enough for you.”
George was shocked by her statement. Not special enough? She had to be insane; she was the most amazing girl he had ever known!
A blush spread across her cheeks as she looked at him. “I can still hear your thoughts you know.” She sent that thought his way and he laughed softly.
“Did you hear my thoughts earlier, about the way your eyes enchant me?”
“How could I have missed it?” She looked up into his eyes and he saw all the love in the world reflected in them.
“Does this mean the potion didn’t work?” Fred asked with a crestfallen face. George pulled Hannah into his arms and cradled her against his chest.
“It didn’t work quite the way it was supposed to, but I think this may be an even better seller than a love potion,” George told him. “Hannah, how did you know that it was me if the potion didn’t work?”
“I knew the voice sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until I looked into your eyes that I knew it was you,” she admitted in his mind. He smiled down at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“I think I could get to enjoy this mind to mind link.”
“I think we already had it… we just had to let it open up for us.”
Their eyes met again and they grinned at each other. A whole new realm of possibilities was opened to them… if they only had the courage to reach out for them.
Fandom: Harry Potter (book)
Characters: Hannah Abbott/George Weasley
Prompt: #35 Sixth Sense
Word Count: 2577
Rating: PG
Summary: Fred and George have made a new potion... but it doesn't exactly worth the way they plan it to.
A/N: AU, OotP
Side-Effects
“Are you sure it’s ready?” George asked his twin brother nervously.
“I’m positive, nothing can go wrong,” Fred said reassuringly.
They were walking down to breakfast carrying the latest of their items for their joke shop and George was not quite sure whether he was ready to test it or not. Fred shook the vial of potion in front of his twin’s face and then slapped it in George’ hand.
“Why are you giving it to me?” George said incredulously.
“You were the one who wanted to make this product, I figured you had someone to use it on,” Fred said smugly. George glared at him but put the small vial in the pocket of his school robes. They entered the Great Hall and saw several people waving at them. They waved back politely, but didn’t go to speak to them; they had more important matters at hand.
George spotted the intended target for the potion sitting at the Hufflepuff table and he felt a flush crawl up his cheeks. “Are we really going to do this?” George whispered anxiously.
Fred grinned cheekily at him. “Don’t you want to find out if it works?”
George scowled until his eyes fell on the Hufflepuff table once again. “I’m going in, make sure that McGonagall doesn’t notice,” he reminded Fred and his twin grinned again.
“Good luck,” Fred said and sauntered off to the Gryffindor table, leaving George alone to his business.
George sighed and made his way over to the Hufflepuff table. A small group of students he recognized were all sitting together and whispering excitedly. Suddenly a pair of clear blue eyes looked up and made contact with his. He felt his face grow warm and he fought to keep his cool. “What are you lot up to?” George asked with a cheerful smile as he sat down beside them.
“Actually we were talking about last night’s meeting of the D.A.,” said a red haired girl that George knew as Susan Bones.
“I finally got the Protego charm down,” Hannah Abbott whispered. George’s heart swelled at the sound of her voice, it was as sweet as honey.
“It’s a difficult charm to master,” George told her. Hannah grinned at him and George felt a twinge of guilt about what he was about to do. “Harry wanted me to ask you lot if there was anything you wanted to work on next week?”
He quickly removed the vial of potion from his robe pocket as the group around him began to discuss what they needed the most practice on. While they were engrossed in the topic (and keeping watch for Umbridge) George spiked Hannah’s morning juice with the potion that he and Fred had concocted. It went off without a hitch, no one in the group even realizing what George had done. Finally he excused himself from the table and made his way over to the Gryffindor table, cursing himself all the way.
“Did you do it?” Fred asked eagerly. George nodded miserably and looked back at the Hufflepuff’s. He watched as Hannah took a drink from her pumpkin juice and then licked her lips in appreciation. He groaned and looked down at the plate in front of him that Fred had already filled with his favorite food.
“I hope she doesn’t end up hating me,” George muttered.
“Well, yes… that would be a bad thing,” Fred said as he chewed his toast, “That would be the opposite of the effect we want, wouldn’t it?”
George buried his face in his hands and groaned. He had a very bad feeling about this.
***
Hannah pressed her hand to her forehead tightly. She couldn’t concentrate at all, and that wasn’t like her during Herbology. Her head was throbbing as though her entire class were screaming at her. She couldn’t understand what was going on.
“Justin, can you please be quiet?” she asked.
Justin gave her an odd look, “I’m not even talking.”
Hannah looked up at him and then at Ernie. “You weren’t just talking a few seconds ago?” she wondered. Her friends shook their head and gave her worried glances.
“Are you feeling all right, Hannah?” Ernie asked and put his hand on her shoulder. Hannah closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again. She could hear someone talking, but neither Justin nor Ernie was saying a word. She looked around her to see if anyone close to their station was talking… but no one was.
“Just concentrate on the spell, it isn’t that hard…”
“What about a spell?” Hannah asked aloud.
“No one said anything about a spell, are you sure you are okay?” Susan asked worriedly.
“You didn’t hear that?” Hannah felt her face burning, she definitely heard someone talking about a spell.
“Why can’t I concentrate?”
“Who can’t concentrate?” Hannah asked aloud again. Her friends were looking genuinely concerned now, as if something was wrong with her.
“I think you need to go to the Hospital Wing, Hannah,” Justin told her, “You aren’t making any sense.”
“If only I knew how she was doing, then I wouldn’t be so worried…”
Hannah spun around again, trying to see who was muttering to themselves, but everyone around her was intent on working with their tray. She clenched her hands in frustration, something was going on and it was driving her mad. “Who is talking?” she muttered angrily.
“Miss Abbott, is everything quite all right?”
Hannah looked up to see Professor Sprout looking at her concernedly. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted.
“Miss Bones, will you take Miss Abbott up to the Hospital Wing? She looks very flushed,” Professor Sprout insisted and Susan nodded.
“Come on, Hannah, let’s get up to the castle,” Susan instructed and took Hannah’s hand to lead her out of the Greenhouse.
“Her eyes enchanted me; it’s those damn eyes that made me do it. If only I could keep my head on straight when I’m around her…”
“Whose eyes… who is talking?” Hannah demanded. She was usually a calm person, but it felt as though someone was using her head as a telly, and it wasn’t comfortable.
***
“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with her,” Madame Pomfrey said to Susan after she finished checking Hannah up.
“Are you sure? She has been hearing voices all morning, she says that someone is talking to her,” Susan insisted.
“What can you hear?” Madame Pomfrey asked interestedly.
Hannah was rubbing her temples with her fingers, trying not to hear the voice again… but she wasn’t succeeding. “Hmm?”
“Miss Bones just told me that you have been hearing voices,” Madame Pomfrey told Hannah.
“I thought it was just Justin and Ernie, but then I was looking at them and I heard it again. I don’t know what’s going on,” Hannah admitted.
“What have you been hearing?” Madame Pomfrey asked again.
“Moonstone, essence of runespoor, powdered horn of a bicorn…”
“He is talking about Potion ingredients now, earlier he was talking about spells. I suppose the class bell rang after we arrived,” Hannah shrugged and began to rub her forehead again.
Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips thoughtfully. “There isn’t much I can do for you right now, but if this continues for the remainder of the day you might want to come in and see me again this evening. I’ll look around my cupboards to see what I can find for you.”
With that she excused them from the Hospital wing and Hannah sighed. “She didn’t help much, did she?”
“I think you should lie down until lunch, I’ll tell Professor Flitwick that you aren’t feeling well,” Susan suggested. Hannah nodded.
“I’ll see you at lunch then,” she told her and headed off for the Hufflepuff Common room to see if she could find some peace.
***
Once she was alone, Hannah felt herself relax. She knew that something was off with her this morning, but she felt her friends were taking it a little too seriously. She assumed that she was just tired, and with the added headache she was hearing things that weren’t there.
She sighed and collapsed into a chair beside the fireplace in the common room. It was nice and warm; she could imagine that the morning’s events had all been a bad dream. She closed her eyes sleepily and sunk deeper into the soft cushions of the sofa.
“Why did I let this happen? I should have just told her how I felt and let her decide for herself. I had no right to mess with her emotions…”
Hannah’s eyes flew open as she heard the voice again. There was something familiar about it that she couldn’t place, but she knew the voice. She didn’t waste time looking around the common room, she knew she was the only one there. That left only one option… she was hearing someone’s thoughts.
“Who is this?” She was trying to send a thought back to them, unsure if it would work or not.
There was a brief moment of silence, and then a hesitant, “Who is this?” came back to her.
Hannah jumped in surprise, but then she smiled, perhaps she would find out what all of this was about. “I’m Hannah Abbott, who are you?”
“Hannah?” The thought came through in an anxious tone. “Bloody hell, how did you do this?”
“I really don’t know, I’ve been hearing you all day though.”
There was another pause, this one longer. “You’ve been hearing my thoughts all day long?”
“Yes, I have. It’s been a bit disconcerting to tell the truth.”
“I’m so sorry; I must seem like the biggest git in the world…”
“What are you talking about? I don’t even know who you are.” Hannah was confused, this person was upset about something and she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“You don’t recognize my voice?” He sounded let down, as if he had hoped that she would know him.
“It’s familiar, but I can’t place it, I’m sorry…” she paused for a moment, “Look, I’m not sure how this happened, but it doesn’t make any sense.”
“Can you meet me in the Great Hall at lunch? I’m not sure I can explain everything, but I’ll try.”
“How can I meet you in the Great Hall when I don’t even know who you are?”
“If the potion works the way it should have then you’ll know who I am… I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry about what?” She was getting more and more confused by the minute, what potion, what was he talking about? She also wasn’t getting an answer from him. “Hello, are you there?” Still nothing.
Dejectedly she looked at the clock and realized that lunch would start in half-an-hour. She sighed and trudged up the stairs to try and get a few minutes of sleep. Perhaps her head would clear a little and she would realize whose voice it was, it did sound awfully familiar.
***
George waited nervously in the Great Hall for Hannah to appear while Fred continued to ask him questions about what had happened.
“Are you sure you weren’t just imagining her voice?” Fred asked for what seemed like the tenth time.
“She was in my head as strange as that sounds. She said that she had heard me thinking to myself all morning,” George replied anxiously. He kept looking toward the doorway… still no Hannah in sight.
“Do you really think it was the potion that did it?” Fred said incredulously.
“What else could it have been? It wasn’t as though we tested that one, this was the prototype,” George snapped.
“This is a strange side-effect, I think it had to do with the moonstone,” Fred said thoughtfully and stroked his chin.
George sighed and looked toward the entryway again. He saw Hannah walk into the room with a curious expression on her face. Their eyes met and instantly he felt his heart jump against his ribs excitedly. He was crazy about her; he had been since Dumbledore’s Army had begun. There was something about her that was sweet and pure and it called to him. The way she smiled and laughed made his heart ache just to be around her… to have that smile directed at him. Now he had blown it by putting an untested love potion in her morning pumpkin juice, she would never trust him again.
Slowly she walked toward him, her smile lighting the entire room. Even from where he was sitting he could see the intensity of the emotions shining from her eyes. The potion had worked… and he hated himself for it.
“It was you all the time?” she asked as she stepped up to him. “All those thoughts were yours?”
He felt as if there were something caught in his throat, he couldn’t speak or breathe. Hannah was here, standing in front of him with her arms wide open to hold him… and it wasn’t real. It was a created feeling that he had made in her. “I’m so sorry, you should hate me,” he whispered raggedly.
“Why would I hate you? George, I love…” she began but he put his finger to her mouth to stop the words.
“Don’t say it, please, just stop,” he begged.
“I don’t understand, what’s going on?” she asked in bewilderment. She tried to take his hand but he pulled away.
“I don’t deserve your affection, in fact, I stole it. You didn’t feel this way about me yesterday or the day before, it was just today,” he said and turned away from her.
Hannah put her hand on his shoulder and forced him to turn around and look at her. “George, I’ve felt this way about you since I saw you grow that silly beard after getting ejected from the age line around the Triwizard cup,” she said softly and put her hand to his face. “I always thought that I wasn’t special enough for you.”
George was shocked by her statement. Not special enough? She had to be insane; she was the most amazing girl he had ever known!
A blush spread across her cheeks as she looked at him. “I can still hear your thoughts you know.” She sent that thought his way and he laughed softly.
“Did you hear my thoughts earlier, about the way your eyes enchant me?”
“How could I have missed it?” She looked up into his eyes and he saw all the love in the world reflected in them.
“Does this mean the potion didn’t work?” Fred asked with a crestfallen face. George pulled Hannah into his arms and cradled her against his chest.
“It didn’t work quite the way it was supposed to, but I think this may be an even better seller than a love potion,” George told him. “Hannah, how did you know that it was me if the potion didn’t work?”
“I knew the voice sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until I looked into your eyes that I knew it was you,” she admitted in his mind. He smiled down at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“I think I could get to enjoy this mind to mind link.”
“I think we already had it… we just had to let it open up for us.”
Their eyes met again and they grinned at each other. A whole new realm of possibilities was opened to them… if they only had the courage to reach out for them.