Subitus Vices

Subitus Vices – Unexpected Events



2 months later..



“Harry?”



Pained moan.



“Harry…. I’m so so sooo sorry”



“Its...” Choked gasp. Deep breath “..fine….really..” Another dry heave.



“God, I’m really really sorry”



“Nev, just get a damp cloth, you’ve been apologizing for an hour” Ron said to the other boy from his position on the bathroom floor, next to Harry’s deathly pale form.



“Right..” the jittery boy confirmed, but it took another round of Harry heaving the last of his stomach content to get him moving.



Dean took the damp cloth from Neville on Harry’s other side and laid the cool material over the back of sick boy’s neck. “Dad used to do this for mum when she had Morning Sickness, seemed really nasty first thing in the morning, but I’m sure it helps with bad food sickness just as well” the boy contributed. “Helpin’ at all?”



The cool rage on his smoldering skin felt like heaven. He began to lift his head away from where last nights dinner was currently stinking out the bathroom. “..Yeah… tha..” another wave of nausea cut off his sentence, his head jerking over the toilet again and halting Ron’s movements to help wipe his mouth.



“Bloody hell, can’t image anythin’ worse than what poor Harry’s goin through” Ron settled for running the second damp rag over Harry’s bare back, hoping it would help.



Neville let out a small whimper.



There was a knock at the door “I hope everyone’s decent, cause I’m coming in anyway” a too high pitched voice to be a guy sounded slightly muffled from the other side.



Seamus, who had been standing far away enough not to see any vomit but close enough to count as support, immediately dashed to the door. The door hadn’t even opened an inch before a worried Hermione burst into the room, instantly wrinkling her nose at the smell. But suddenly she didn’t seem to care, and reached into her hastily thrown on robes for the potion that would hopefully make Harry a lot better. Seamus took that as his cue to leave for the kitchens, being the appointed food collector of the week.



“I still don’t get how you can get up the stairs to the boys dorms” Ron said irritated, while helping a very sick Harry to lean against him.



“Ronald, I’ve already explained this. Girls are trusted to go into the boys dorms without any … other preferences…unlike boys” the blonde female knelt in front of Harry, grasping his chin and gently leaning the vial against his parted lips. His sweat drenched skin; half lidded, dazed eyes and heavy, slow panting made him look as though he had just been resurrected from the dead.



“Yeah… but then how did Seamus get into the girls dorms without the stairs turning on him then?”



“That’s easy; Seamus doesn’t have any bad intensions towards any girls”



Ron just stared at her, waiting for an answer he understood.



“Oh Ronald, don’t be so stupid.. think”



“…..”



She sighed while tipping the glass vial slowly to let more of the blue liquid trickle into Harry’s parted mouth “He’s gay”



“Oh….… well that explains a lot” he mused, but Harry’s relieved sigh brought his attention back to the Boy Who Lived. “Feeling better, mate?”



It was times like these that he was very glad to be in Gryffindor with such good friends.



It had all started 2 weeks ago when the 5th year potions classes were given a lesson on cooking. It was very strange and started with everyone looking at Snape like he had finally cracked. But with a long explanation that it was meant to teach us how to mix potions into food so it won’t react badly with it and turn a horrible colour or something, it became enjoyable. But still strange.



That particular lesson had everyone trying to mix a light healing potion into a muffin, hopefully ending up with something that looked and tasted like a muffin but could heal small cuts.



It seemed like a great idea to Harry at first, since he was basically a chief with all the cooking he did for his ‘relatives’. Well until everyone had made a batch and had them cooling on their desks.



That’s when Snape had smiled. A sign that things were going to take a turn for the worst.



He announced to the class how we were to test them: make the person next to you try one. Some of the Purebloods had to be shown pictures of a muffin before making them, and only Neville Longbottom managed not to turn his muffin a very unappealing colour. Harry had whipped his head to the side, seeing said boy sighing in relief at not having to try his own muffin, before turning to meet Harry’s eyes with a very apologetic look.



Being a ‘brave Gryffindor with a death wish’, as Snape had commented, he was made to go first while everyone silently waited for him to take a bite and die on the spot. Neville’s lack of potion skills were very well known.



Fortunately, or unfortunately for some of the Slytherins in the room, the muffin didn’t kill him, in fact it tasted quite good, something he showed the rest of the class by eating two more by the time class was over..



Something he regretted two days later day..



His panting seemed to be the only symptom remaining but he managed a tired bright smile that reflected how he felt “You have no idea, thanks guys, ..i’m sorry about getting you all up..”



The first few days he had been able to run to the bathroom unnoticed, but one morning he had almost threw up half way through getting dressed, attracting most of the other boys attention in the process.



A week of early morning wake up calls for Harry and the few that heard him, made Ron march him straight to Hermione after the nurses potions did nothing for him.



“Harry James Potter, don’t you dare apologize, we’re always going to be here for you, for the good and bad. You should only be saying sorry for not telling us sooner..” Hermione said sadly.



“I know, I know but..” at her glare he refrained from saying sorry again “I’ll tell you if I have a bad problem in future okay?” the strong hug he received in answer knocked the wind out of him for a second but made him think that he could follow up on that promise in the future, no matter how bad.



But he couldn’t think of anything bad that had happened to him since Voldemorts return last year, only that it was becoming a bit unsettling that he hadn’t heard or seen anything of the snake lord since his resurrection….



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“Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasly, 10 points from Gryffindor for turning up late to class!”



“Yes Sir” they both sighed, not bothering with any excuse and sitting at their desk in time for some text books to fly neatly in front of them.



The Professor turned in a swirl of black robes at the front, before drawling out the instructions “Turn to page 361, quickly. We haven’t got all day” the last bit directed at the Gold and Red side of the room.



“Least we’re not cooking again today, ‘ey mate.” Ron whispered next to him, for which Harry gave a discreet but grateful smile, turning to the right page filled with text and a small watercolour picture of a flower in the bottom corner.



“Today we will be researching the ingredients and process of….” Snape continued in the same drawling tone that suggested that he had things he would rather be doing but had to teach us anyway, but Harry tuned him out before the end of his first sentence.



The picture looked very familiar, but not in the same way as he might remember a face or voice. It nudged at his mind in a way that made him think that he knew what it was but somehow just couldn’t grasp the memory.



The purple petals that curved inwards as if to protect itself from.. something, he couldn’t remember.



Snape’s voice caught his attention again as Ron nudged him “… we use all these substitute ingredients to mimic the affects of the Moon Lilly that used to create the effects of the potion without being picked. The Moon Lilly, now extinct; used to grow in all of the major forests or where ever the balance of sun and darkness existed, for they were nocturnal plants that protected their light sensitive pollen with their petals, while taking in enough light to perform photo synthesis for food.



Groups of wizards used to sit around these flowers while researching important tasks, the sent of the flowers was said to focus the mind and allow people to concentrate for days on the thought that is most prominent, whatever that may be. Unfortunately, the Ministry intervened and set out to collect these special flowers, and soon found out why they were left undisturbed for so long.



It seemed that the flowers had developed a fail safe to protect themselves. If disturbed, they would release their pollen, which turned out to be equivalent to the most potent form of lust potion, and made their ‘attacker’ completely forget about disturbing them again….”



“This little bugger, is a very mischievous little nocturnal plant, which has a strange defense mechanism to make the ‘attacker’ forget all about it”



Harry gasped as memories flooded his system, thoughts and feelings, oh the feelings… the aches and pains …..and the pleasures… he closed his eyes tightly as he felt over whelmed by the sheer force of magic plumping through his veins from the emotions coming at him from all sides, tugging at him, pulling him..



“Potter!!”



His eyes snapped open as he stared at the watercolour picture slightly out of breath, as if he had been panting, the feelings fading as fast as they had come while one memory lingered at the back of his mind…



And once again he was left baffled as his class mates looked at him.



What, had something happened? What had he done now?



“What?” he asked confused.



“Mate you okay, you looked like you just blacked out there for a sec?” Ron asked from beside him, Hermione nodding on his right.



Harry just looked confused “I did?”



“You don’t remember?” the blonde girl asked with concern.



“Remember what? Professor Snape was talking about the Moon Lillies defense, and then you were all looking at me”



“Mr. Potter” Snape was suddenly leaning over his desk, making himself eye level with Harry, while keeping a good distance between the two, looking quite curious and concerned at the same time but in a way that made him seem to already know the answer. “What was the last sentence you remember me saying?”



Suspiciously he did as asked, recounting the information he received from the lecture. “The Moon Lilies have a kind of fail safe if they’re disturbed, they release some strange pollen that makes the ‘attacker’ forget all about them”..



Then it happened again, he vaguely felt Snape take hold of his chin to keep their eyes locked while the flood gates of emotions opened and poured into his system like a raging river. His gasp echoed across the silent room while he felt his magic respond to the emotions buzzing through his system.



The same lingering thought stayed in his mind as he calmed down, Snape’s smirking face coming into focus.



“Back to the land of the living Potter?”



“What are you talking about?”



“Must be quite the memory you’re trying to suppress”



“…. Should I know what that’s supposed to mean?”



The potions master released his chin before gesturing around the room with his hand. Empty chairs over turned, smashed or cracked glass along the shelves in the rooms. It was then he noticed a few of the people close to him had moved away, choosing to stand against the walls or at the end of the desks.



“What happened?” Harry asked becoming very uncomfortable with the stares on all sides.



Snape smirked “You, Mr. Potter, have just experienced a magical orgasm… quite literally. You have also landed your self detention with me tonight”



Harry felt his face heat up at the professors words “W-what do you m-mean?”



“Well firstly, You have come into contact with Moon Lilies, and you’re going to show me where for your detention”



“H-how, but you said they’re extinct ..”



“Moon Lilies are the only flower that causes certain effects when a memory charm is used, effects that are triggered when a sense of ‘Deja vu’ occurs. The most common effect is that instead of ‘seeing’ memories played before your eyes, only emotions, feelings and senses are felt by the person. When someone is thinking; their eyes dull and glaze over, but yours Mr. Potter, became very bright and your pupils sharp, signaling strong emotions. So you defiantly know where they are.



And only quite powerful wizards, in terms of raw magic, can have magical orgasms. It is basically a build up of raw magic focused by strong emotions, which is then released like a shock wave of magic, much like a Muggle bomb. I doubt more than 10 people in this school have the magic potentail needed for that kind of desplay of power, shame you had to go in Gryffindor. Such a waste"



Harry gave up trying to understand this confusing turn of events, instead burying his head in his folded arms; suddenly feeling very tired.