Double Trouble

Sweet and quiet Harry and sassy and rambunctious Emily Potter have lived their lives with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin ever since their parents, James and Lily, were killed by Voldemort on October 31, 1981. Now, ten years and a few months later, the twins are getting ready for their first year at Hogwarts. But everything is not what it seems.

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5. Perfect Potions (Not)

Daphne awoke Mackenzie early the next morning, much to Mackenzie's disgruntlement. 

"Kenzie, today is the first day of classes." Daphne said sternly. "I will not be late!" 

"You're not going to be late!" Mackenzie groaned, her pillow over her head. "It's seven in the morning. Classes start at nine." 

"Well, we still have to get ready, don't we?" Daphne said. "Get up!" 

Sighing, Mackenzie pulled the pillow off her head and sat up. The other three girls were waking, as well. Pansy and Millicent left immediately to the bathroom, while Tracey stayed to make her bed, before following them. 

"You know, Daphne, I just cannot wait to spend seven years sharing a room with those three." Mackenzie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "They're just so pleasant to be around." 

"They'll warm up soon." Daphne said, trying to sound sure. 

"Your fake confidence isn't working." Mackenzie teased. She pulled a pink sweater out of her trunk, and pulled on skinny jeans. 

"Isn't that what you wore yesterday?" Daphne asked. 

"I have an abundance of identical pink sweaters." Was Mackenie's answer. 

"So you just wear the same thing every day." Daphne clarified. 

"With a nice pink headband holding my hair back, yes." Mackenzie nodded. "Moony and Padfoot call it 'Kenzie's Signature Look.'" 

"Cool." Daphne shrugged. "I wish I had a signature look."

"Sadly, I have to put robes over it." Mackenzie sighed, and bent back over her trunk. 

"Isn't that what you wore yesterday?" A snide, squeaky voice asked. 

Pansy had returned. 

"I have a large amount of pink sweaters." Mackenzie shrugged in response. 

"What are you, four?" Pansy sneered. "Pink sweaters and a headband? Really?" 

Mackenzie shrugged. "What are you, forty? Sometimes people like to unscrunch their face." 

Pansy glared at Mackenzie, before stalking out of the dorm. 

"You know, Kenzie, you might want to think about not insulting your dorm mates." Daphne said. "Since you're going to be spending seven years in the same room as them. Just a suggestion."

"Oh please, Daph." Mackenzie waved her hand. "I grew up with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. If they try anything, I can get them harder than they could ever get me." 

As the two girls left the dorm, giggling, Daphne seemed to come to a realization. 

"Wait, isn't Harry Potter living with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black?" she asked. 

"Yes." Mackenzie nodded. 

"And you also live with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black?" she asked again. 

"Yes...?" Mackenzie looked a bit confused. 

"Are you related to Harry Potter at all?" Daphne asked, as Draco and Blaise fell into step beside them on the way to breakfast. 

"I am." Mackenzie nodded. "Twin sister, actually. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread that around. Apparently, my brother is a lot more well-known than I am, and it's sort of nice not being 'Harry Potter's little sister," even though I'm technically older than him by five minutes. Not to mention, it gets really annoying explaining to people that Harry's not an only child." 

"Gotcha." Daphne and Blaise saluted, while Draco rolled his eyes. 

"I don't have to be nice to him, do I?" he asked. 

"Draco, I grew up with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin." Mackenzie said. "Who, by the way, did not put your family in a great light. There is almost no way that my brother will be nice to you. If he is not, then by all means, be as nasty as you want. If he is nice, then I would ask that you at least be civil." 

"Fine." Draco sighed over-dramatically. 

The foursome shared a laugh as the entered the Great Hall. Shockingly, to Mackenzie, at least, Harry, Ron and Hermione were already at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast. They were also huddled around a giant book.

"If you'd give me a moment, I must go invade his space." Mackenzie said, skipping towards the Gryffindor table. 

Harry looked up as she approached, and quickly covered the book with a newspaper. Mackenzie could see neither the book title, or the pages they were looking at. 

"Hello, brother dearest." she said. "What might you be doing up at this early hour?" 

"Same as you, eating breakfast." Harry said. "Might I ask what you are doing in the company of Draco Malfoy?" 

For some unknown reason, the twins were speaking in a rather pompous manner to each other this morning. 

"I am building bonds of friendship within my house, as my dorm mates other than Daphne are rather... cold." Mackenzie shrugged. "Might I ask why you care?" 

"Because he's a Malfoy, Kenzie." Harry dropped the strange tone. "We're supposed to stay away from him." 

"Well, I find him perfectly pleasant." Mackenzie shrugged. 

"Isn't he the one you made fun of in the robes shop?" Harry asked. 

"Yes, and we both find that incident to be rather amusing." Mackenzie refused to drop the strange tone. 

"Kenzie, we've been warned constantly to stay away from the Malfoy's." Harry said. "You can't be friends with him!" 

"And why not?" Mackenzie asked, temper beginning to rise. 

"Because I'm you're twin brother, and I say you're not allowed to!" Harry said, his temper rising as well. 

"I'm not allowed to?" Mackenzie asked, taking a step backwards. "Okay, here's a few things we need to get straight! First of all, I am not telling people that we are related, and neither will you! The best we get is childhood friends, because I am really sick of only being known as 'famous Potter's sister.' Second, you cannot tell me who I can and can't be friends with. I rather enjoy the company of 'that awful Malfoy boy,' and you can't tell me I can't! Is that understood?" 

Harry looked at her strangely. "You're not telling people we're related?" 

"No, I'm not!" Mackenzie said, voice rising slightly. "Because if I do, the only way anyone will ever see me is as Harry Potter's twin sister, and as a way to get close to you. For the first time ever, I found three people who are willing to be my friend because of me, not you, and I'd like to keep it that way! And did you hear anything I said before that?" 

"Yes I did." Harry said, turning back to his breakfast. "Go do whatever you want. Just keep Malfoy away from me, and go away. We're busy." 

Mackenzie's face turned red. She spluttered angrily for a moment, before she whirled around and started marching back to her seat. Halfway there, however, she turned back around and returned to Harry's seat. She got a glimpse of the book and pages, Famous Wizards of the Past Ages, the section on Alchemists. And, being the currently angry, petty witch she was, she spat in her brother's breakfast. 

"Mackenzie!" Harry exclaimed, both shocked that she would do something so childish, and angry that she ruined his breakfast. 

Not turning to look at him, Mackenzie skipped back across the Hall to the Slytherin table, where Daphne and Blaise were laughing, and Draco had cracked a grin. 

"Kenzie, that was so childish and petty!"  Daphne laughed. 

Mackenzie shrugged. "Well, that's me for you." 

Daphne, Blaise, and Draco laughed again. They stopped, however, when they saw Snape coming towards them. 

"Miss Potter, Miss Greengrass, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini." Snape acknowledged. "You schedules." 

The group took the papers that Snape handed them. As he walked away, Blaise groaned. 

"Potions with the Gryffindors, first thing." he sighed. 

"According to Moony and Padfoot, Snape's terrible." Mackenzie chimed in. 

"Yeah, well, he should be at least civil to us." Daphne shrugged. 

"It's the Gryffindors we've got to watch out for." Draco added. "There's some, like, rule or something that says that Slytherins and Gryffindors are required to hate each other. No Slytherin and Gryffindor have been friends since Godric and Salazar themselves."

"Oh." Mackenzie shrugged. "Well, as I am friends with Harry, looks like we just broke a record." 

Blaise, Daphne, and Draco rolled their eyes and shook their heads as they followed their friend down to the dungeons for potions. 

Snape started class by taking roll. He completely ignored Mackenzie's name, barely waiting for her to say 'here,' before he continued on to Harry's. 

"Ah." he said. "Harry Potter. Our new..." he paused delicately, "celebrity.

Harry and Mackenzie both glared at him. 

Snape finished taking roll, and then began staring down the class. 

"You are here," he began, "to learn the subtle art and exact science of potion-making. There is no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations. Many of you will hardly believe it is magic, but I assure you, the use of potions can carry much more consequence than the use of a spell." He leaned forward slightly, staring around the class. "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death... If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." 

Hermione was sitting on the edge of her seat, looking desperate to start proving she wasn't a dunderhead. Ron looked intimidated. Harry still looked a bit angry, as well as confused. This was not what Moony and Padfoot had warned them of. 

Meanwhile, on the half of the room full of Slytherins, Draco was tipping back in his chair slightly, trying and succeeding in looking casually bored. Daphne was taking carefully organized, extremely neat notes. Blaise was leaning his head on his hand, studying the potions ingredients laid out in front of him. 

Mackenzie was casually slumped in her seat, looking bored, but somehow also giving the undeniable sense that she was paying absolute attention to everything being said. 

"Potter!" Snape suddenly snapped. 

Mackenzie jerked forward, only to see him staring down Harry. 

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Mackenzie and Hermione's hands both shot up. Harry, however, appeared slightly confused. 

"I don't know, sir." he said quietly. 

"Tut tut." Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Let's see if Miss Potter knows the answer. Miss Potter?" 

"Powdered root of asphodel and an infusion of wormwood put together creates a sleeping potion, one so potent that it is called The Draught of Living Death." Mackenzie said promptly. She may not have cared about any of this, really, but she'd decided that if she was to recreate the world of pranking at Hogwarts, she'd have to get the teachers to trust her, so when she hit them, she'd be able to hit them hard. 

"Excellent, Miss Potter, ten points to Slytherin." Snape approved. His eyes turned back to Harry. "Let's try again, why don't we, Potter. Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" 

Mackenzie and Hermione both raised their hands again, Hermione almost leaving her seat in her eagerness. 

"I don't know, sir." 

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming here, Potter?" Snape sneered. 

Harry bristled as Snape turned to Mackenzie. 

"Miss Potter?" 

"A bezoar is a stone found in the pit of a goat's stomach." Mackenzie recited. "When one encounters a situation involving poisons, shoving a bezoar down their throat will almost definitely cure them. There are a few poisons that it will not cure, however, and they are rare to come by, so the best solution is simply to avoid poison." 

"Right again, Miss Potter." Snape said. "Ten points to Slytherin. One more time, Potter. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" 

Hermione actually stood now, while Mackenzie rested her elbow on the desk, hand barely raised. It appeared, however, that Snape had asked the wrong question if he wanted to mock Harry. Harry's eyes lifted, and he stared defiantly directly into Snape's eyes. 

"There is no difference." he said coldly. "They are the same plant, and also go by the name Aconite. The flowers are used in potion-making, but the leaves are deadly toxic."

Snape looked slightly taken aback for a moment, until his sneer returned. "I did not ask for the entire history of the plant, Potter." he snapped. "Ten points from Gryffindor." 

All the Gryffindors looked indignant and angry, as did Mackenzie. However, Snape did not give them a chance to respond before assigning them to make a forgetfullness potion, and putting the directions on the board. 

Things only went downhill from there. After Neville spilled his potion all over everyone, causing them to erupt in highly painful boils, Ron somehow made his grow a giant, spotted, highly poisonous toadstool in the bottom of his cauldron, and Hermione was accused of cheating for creating a perfect potion, Gryffindor lost a total of fifty points that day. 

On the other hand, when Crabbe deliberately dumped Neville's potion all over everyone, causing them to erupt in highly painful boils, Nott dropped the quick-acting seed of  huge, spotted, highly poisonous toadstool into the bottom of Ron's potion, and Mackenzie's perfect potion was apparantly copied off of by Hermione, Snape turned a blind eye and rewarded Mackenzie's potion with twenty points to Slytherin. 

Needless to say, most Slytherins were smug, and all Gryffindors were furious. Some Slytherins, however, shared the Gyffindor's anger and confusion. Had he not seen Crabbe and Nott? Did he not notice that Mackenzie was seated on the opposite side of the classroom from Hermione? Whatever his reasoning, however, Snape refused to acknowledge the Gryffindor's protests, simply sending them on their way to Transfiguration. 

"Well that was a disaster." Mackenzie sighed, leading her friends up several flights of stairs. 

"You can say that again." Blaise, Daphne and Draco agreed. 

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Another long chapter! 2254 words! Wow! 

Sorry it took so long to update. I just got the news that my choir teacher is being fired because people are mad that middle schoolers get two electives, and I had several musical performances. I will, however, try to get the next chapter up quickly. Of course, that just depends on standardized testing, musical committments, and how severe my next bout of writers block decides to be. 

See ya, pineapples! 

Emma

 
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