simple mistakes

I don't own harry potter or anything recognisable in here... sadly... I dont get paid to do it, Im just a poor very bored student, please dont sue.
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A Simple mistake.

Some years ago, a young reporter on their first big story made a simple mistake. The story turned out to be one of the biggest events in the history of the wizarding world, and every person in it learned the tale of Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

Following the deaths of James and Lilly Potter on that fateful night, Harry was sent to live with his only living blood relatives, muggles who went by the names of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, who was Lilly’s sister. Harry grew up knowing nothing of the wizarding world, nor of the assumption that had been made, until he met Hagrid on his eleventh birthday. It was from that day on that Harry decided it would be better to live a lie than to expose the untruth of the story from all those years ago that so many people held dear in their hearts.

It was during Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts that the truth was finally revealed, also because of a simple mistake. If Neville Longbottom had only read Professor Snapes instructions properly and added Mandrake root instead of Marjoram leaves, and a pinch of saffron strands instead of a pouch of cinnamon sticks, then the lie would never had come to light.

“Mr. Longbottom, what have you done this time?” drawled the potions master as a cloud of purple smoke erupted from the boys’ cauldron and filled the dungeon. Stepping towards Nevilles’ bubbling blue concoction, Snapes already pale complexion turned sallow and looked around at his class who through the clearing smoke as his students started to look rather restless.
“Right every one on their feet, stand facing the wall, hands on heads at least a foot away from the next person. You can thank Mr. Longbottom for creating the perfect Tibi Amor potion, with which you awill all affected by, and I don’t particularly want its affects rampaging about the school. Therefore we shall all have to wait here until the affects have worn off. Oh and Longbottom, twenty points from Griffindore for this debacle.” With this, Snape sat at his desk uncomfortably, trying to look as if nothing was the matter and faked some essay marking.
“Er, professor, what exactly is Tibi Amor?” piped up Dean, before noticing the tent apperaring underneath his robes. “Oh.”
“Tibi Amor is the wizard equivalent of Viagra, which induces arousal and is suitable for both men and women” quoted Hermione, her usual calm know-it-all voice slightly quivering.

Draco smirked. He actually found the situation rather amusing, and stood there with a raging hard-on proudly glancing around the frustrated and embarrassed faces of his class mates. Crabbe and Goyle on his right looked as if they were about to burst, and even Granger a couple down the line on his left looked flushed. Peering further down the line, he noticed Potter shifting his shoulders as if he had a cramp there. Dracos’ hard on jerked as he thought of rubbing the knots out of Harrys’ slender shoulders and caressing his neck with his lips, tasting the salty sweetness of the sheen of sweat that had appeared there. Draco shook himself, what was he thinking? He had never thought of another boy in any way like this, especially Scarhead himself. He licked his lips, letting his thoughts flicker back to Harry... for Gods sake get a grip.

Snape kept them there for another hour until he was sure that the effects of the potion had mostly worn off and that there were no embarrassing tents in the front of any of the boys trousers. The sent of turned on teenagers filled his classroom, and he honestly couldn’t wait to get rid of them.
Shortly after they left as Draco was making his way down to the great hall for the evening meal when he caught sight of a couple trying to eat each other in one of the alcoves. The girl who had short black hair had her back to him.
“Neville, this is wrong, it’s only happening because of that potion. What if someone catches us?”
“So Longbottom, you’ve finally found a girlfriend. She must be even stupider than you are. It’s strange; I always thought you were gay.” The ‘girl’ turned around to face him.
“Potter? Well that confirms my little theory. There will be a lot of people who would find this revelation rather interesting. I can see the headline of the daily prophet now: “Potter the Pouf; the saviour of the wizarding world is a man grabber”.
“It’s not what you think Malfoy. Neither of us is gay.”
“Really? It’s not what it looked like me a minute ago. ‘Oh Neville, what if someone catches us?’ Rather pathetic isn’t it? If you do insist on flaunting your homosexual ways in public, you’re most certainly going to get caught.”
“But we…”
“It’s alright Neville. I’ll tell him. It’s my secret. As I said earlier Malfoy, neither of us are gay, because then we would both have to be the same gender. We’re not.”
“Excuse me?” The look on Malfoys’ face was priceless.
“I’m a girl, Malfoy. Always have been. My name is Harriet Potter, but everyone calls me Harry. Somewhere along the way someone mistook me for a boy and labelled me as the boy who lived, which sort of stuck, I just figured it was easier not to deny it. Not many people know. Not even Hermione or Ron, even if I have been sharing a room with Ron for the last six years. He can be rather stupid sometimes.”
“I’m guessing none of the professors know either since you’ve been aloud to share a room with boys for all this time?”
“Obviously not. And I don’t really mind… it’s probably better than sharing a room with Hermione. Tell who you want Malfoy, I doubt few would believe you, and I don’t really care anymore. I’ll see you around.” It wasn’t a question. A flash of Harrys’ eyes meeting Dracos’ silver ones told him so, and that there was a lot more to the statement. A secret had been shared, a lie uncovered, and this could only end in one of two ways; victory or ruin. Only time would tell.