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Chapter 7:

"Yuck," Harry said as the nurse forced a third spoonful of jelly, white liquid at him. He was feeling much less tense and annoyed.

"You'll still be a bit edgy for a few days, but that should take care of it," the nurse said. She nodded to Dumbledore before heading off.

"I don't get it," Harry said, handing the magnet to snide looking Snape as Dumbledore watched.

Hermione and Ron both stretched to get a glimpse of it as Snape flicked it with his wand, turning it back to a sunny yellow before handing it to Dumbledore.

"Why didn't that awful potion I'd taken from Snape work," Harry asked.

"The magnet," Hermione said as if it was as plain as the nose on his face. "The same thing that was turning you into the opposite of what you are turned Snape's potion into the opposite as well.

"Snape should have know better then to have a potion out like that," Dumbledore said looking pointedly at Snape.

Snape just nodded then glared at Harry.

"Anyway," Hermione said. "We're just glad to have the old Harry Potter back."

Harry disengaged himself from a hug with a smile.

"So who does that belong to?" Harry asked.

"That's what I intend to find out," Dumbledore said and whisked out of the room. Snape followed behind him with one last glare at Harry. Harry had a feeling he'd be paying for the potion he'd stole even if he had been under the influence of what appeared to be a magic trinket.

"We're going to dinner. Are you hungry," Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there in just a second," Harry said.

He let the two of them head off without him then walked slowly through the halls. He knew he'd been under a spell, but it bothered him that he could so easily become that kind of person. How had the spell so easily caused him to do things he never would have dreamed of doing, and without even a fight from his true self. The strange, tall slytherin kid ducked around a corner up ahead. Harry remembered his smirk, and had the distinct feeling he knew something.

Harry hurried around the corner as he heard a door bang. He pushed open the door, but no one was there. Only a small, fat, round puppy waddled across the yard. A grumpy Draco pushed past him with a glare.

Harry took the long way back inside to join Ron and Hermione. He'd have to ask Dumbledore when he got the chance who the kid was.