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What happened to me? Love potion.

A bloody strong one at that.

I feel really bad. You need a pick-me-up.

Got Butterbeer, wine, dazzling oak-matured mead.

I had other intentions for this, but I think, given the circumstances…

Here we are, Potter.

To life!

Ron.

Ron. Professor, do something.

I don’t understand.

Come on, Ron, breathe.

These girls, they’re gonna kill me.

Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using a bezoar.

You must be very proud of your student, Horace.

Hm? Oh, yes, very proud.

I think we agree, Potters actions were heroic.

The question is, why were they necessary?

Why, indeed?

This appears to be a gift, Horace.

You don’t remember who gave you this bottle?

Which, by the way, possesses remarkably subtle hints of licorice and cherry…

…when not polluted with poison.

Actually I had intended to give it as a gift myself.

To whom, I might ask?

To you, Headmaster.

Where is he?

Where’s my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?

What’s she doing here?

I might ask you the same question.

I happen to be his girlfriend.

I happen to be his friend.

Don’t make me laugh. You haven’t spoken in weeks.

I suppose you want to make up now that he’s all interesting.

He’s been poisoned, you daft dimbo!

And for the record, I’ve always found him interesting.

Ah. See? He senses my presence.

Don’t worry, Won-Won. I’m here.

I’m here.

Uh… Hermione…

Hermione.

Hermione.

Oh, to be young, and to feel loves keen sting.

Well, come away, everybody.

Mr. Weasley is well tended.

About time, don’t you think?

Thank you.

Oh, shut up.

Stop it, Ron. You’re making it snow.

Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again.

Um, well…

…she came to visit you in the hospital.

And you talked.

I don’t believe it was a particularly long conversation.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m bloody thrilled to be shot of her.

It’s just she seems a bit put out.

Yes, she does, doesn’t she?

You say you don’t remember anything from that night?

Anything at all?

There is something.

But it can’t be. I was completely boggled, wasn’t I?

Right. Boggled.

Harry.

That’s Katie.

Katie Bell.

Katie. How are you?

I know you’re going to ask, Harry, but I don’t know who cursed me.

I’ve been trying to remember, honestly.

But I just cant.