#sleeping draught

@wolfstarmicrofic April 10, word count 317

“What’s that?” Sirius asked him when he took the small vial out of his pocket that Madam Pomfrey had just given him. 

“Nothing,” he said quickly, busying himself with gathering his pyjamas. “Just got a stomach ache and Madam Pomfrey gave it to me to settle my stomach,” He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking he should add something about why he’d be in bed for the next few hours. “She told me to lie down for a bit,” He took his pyjamas and went into the bathroom to get changed. None of his dorm mates had seen his scars yet, and he wasn’t starting now. 

When he came back out, he noticed the Sleeping Draught vial had moved. Not by much, but Remus’s keen sight noticed. Sirius was sitting on his own bed staring thoughtfully at a book, his brow furrowing as he turned the page. Remus ignored him and got into bed, uncorking the tiny vial and downing the contents. He felt the potion begin to take effect instantly. His eyes began to droop and his muscles relaxed. They weren’t that sore this time, but he was definitely beginning to feel his transformations more and more, and according to Madam Pomfrey, they were only going to get worse as puberty hit. He closed his eyes and let the potion take him. 

“Hey, Remus?” Sirius’s voice was distorted. He managed to force his eyes open a crack. Sirius’s face was right above his. 

“Hmmm,” His tongue wasn’t working as he fought to stay awake. 

“Are you a werewolf?” Sirius asked calmly. 

Hermione Granger x Ravenclaw Reader

Word Count: 764

A/N: Just a little idea I came up with after writing my post what the Golden Trio Era Characters look for in a relationship!

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You were running to potions class, and you were very, very late. You shuddered to think of the detention you were going to get later. You tried your best to sneak into the back of the classroom while Professor Snape breathed down the neck of another student, but like he bloody hawk he is, he saw you. “Detention i think, Mx. Y/L/N. I don’t need to give you a Memory Potion for you to remember your next class, do I?” You shook your head violently and quickly sat down next to your potions partner, Hermione Granger, who had her head shoved into the textbook, her potion furiously smoking.

“what did i miss?” you whispered, not wanting to upset Professor Snape further. “Sleeping Draught” she whispered back, and you pulled out your book and flipped to the correct page. You were about to pour the flobberworm mucus into the cauldron, but quickly stopping yourself when you saw a small piece of rolled up parchment in the bottom. You set down your bottle of Flobberworm Mucus and unrolled the scrap of parchment, upon which a note was scrawled in emerald green ink.

Dear Y/N, I love your hair and they way you brush it out of your eyes when you chop ingredients or take notes :) - Lutrinae

You sat back in your chair for a moment and puzzled over the note. What does “Lutrinae” mean? Who’s Lutrinae? Why did they write it? You rubbed your thumb over the alias and turned over the parchment, examining to see if anything else was written. Eyes still on the piece of parchment, you nudged Hermione. “hey d’you reckon you know who wrote this? You must’ve seen someone slip it in my cauldron.” Hermione shook her head, her cheeks slightly pink “I have no idea who wrote it. I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t see anyone slip it in.” You smiled and shrugged, then shoved the note into your pocket to muse over later, your attention back on your Sleeping Draught.

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You joined your friends at the Ravenclaw table after your detention with Professor Snape. “I’m starving!” you said, plopping down next to Luna Lovegood and Padma Patil. “Where were you Y/N?” asked Luna. “Detention with Snape” you said darkly, shoveling food into your mouth. You continued eating, and laughing with your friends at Terry Boot and Michael Corner, who were trying to explode an apple being eaten by Draco Malfoy.

“Oh, hey Padma, Luna! You have friends in Gryffindor, right?” They both looked at you and nodded. You pulled the note out of the pocket in your robes, and unrolled it for them both to see. I found this note in my cauldron when I got to potions class. I was late, and so any second-year Ravenclaw or Gryffindor could’ve done it.” Padma’s brow furrowed as she puzzled over the piece of parchment. “who’s your partner in potions?” she asked, while Luna looked dreamily at the enchanted ceiling. “Hermione Granger. I asked if she had seen who put it in there, but she said she didn’t know.” you said.

Luna diverted her attention away from the ceiling. “Well either Hermione is telling the truth, or obviously whoever it is asked Hermione not to tell you. We can ask Ron and Harry if the three of them were late to class today, and we can ask Professor Flitwick about the meaning of the name ‘Lutrinae’” said Luna matter-of-factly.“That’s settled then. We’ll go to Professor Flitwick tomorrow, and after that we can try to talk to Ron and Harry without Hermione noticing.” You smiled at your new plan, excited to find out who was writing notes to you. You were struck with a sudden pang of guilt and quickly added “We have to make sure Hermione doesn’t find out we’re going behind her back. She’s really sweet, and I’d hate for her to get hurt because of a silly note.” Padma and Luna nodded.

You got distracted from your planning upon hearing a bang from the Slytherin table. “OUCH!” screamed a few Slytherins, and snickered, realizing Michael and Terry had succeeded in blowing up Draco’s apple. “MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!” shouted an outraged Malfoy. Michael and Terry were both howling with laughter, along with the rest of the Great Hall. “Oh will he then? You gonna go crying to daddy, because you’ve lost your apple?” shouted a red-haired Gryffindor boy from behind you, his voice full of mock sympathy. Tears streamed down your face from laughing, and for a few moments Lutrinae was forgotten.

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Rodolphus “I’m home, Bella” Lestrange

Taken by Bellatrix “You should not even have gone without me, Rodolphus. Trick me with some sleeping draught on my brandy, I will have my revenge, do not worry, husband” Lestrange in 1977

Excellent. 

What do I think? I think your attempts to raise a dragon hatchling from an egg in your tiny house displays incredibly poor judgement. I also think that is an incredible looking dragon, so you have been doing something right. Luckily I can provide a more suitable home for him, with ample space. 

It had been over three days now since Ravenclaw had properly talked to Slytherin. 

Rav barely managed to walk straight (well, they never did anything “straight” but that is not the point) and their handwriting got more and more sloppy to the point were it was almost unreadable. They had dark circles under their eyes and were daydreaming in class.

But the worst part were the tremors. It always started when Rav didn’t get enough coffee......or too much... 

It worried Slyth so much that they were barely able to sleep. 

Sleep? Sleep!

They hadn’t... they wouldn’t... would they?

Slyth paced through the room as they wen’t through the signs:

1. talks less (especially to Slyth)

2. less attentive

3. tremors

4. daydreaming

5. handwriting: worse

They had all the signs of sleep deprivation. This called for darstic measures.

Slyth rummaged through their drawers looking for a special item they had made for this exact occasion: parchment induced with sleeping draught and enchanted to “explode” after being read.

They wrote down only one sentence. One that would make Rav realise what was about to happen just as they’ll be about to fall asleep.

“GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!!”

Healer: Mr Black, your husband is very sick after the full moon. He can’t be disturbed or made upset-

Sirius: Oh lord I’m going inside! *Starts making a huge scene*

Healer: *Breathes in and out* -Which is why I’m prescribing an extremely strong Sleeping Draught.

Sirius: *Sobs disgustingly* How often should I give him?

Healer: Oh it’s not for him.