Black Magic
"Therefore, it was a love potion all along. They were never actually lovers."
"You are kidding mate. That's horrible and sick. How can people use magic to make someone sweet on them?"
"I dont know Ron. But she did so. Old Dumbo says that's why I can beat him. Because he can't actually love. Because of the potion."
"That makes no sense. You will beat him harry, but love won't have a part of it."
"I hope not Mia. Holding out on a emotion to win a war. Dream on. And I have time to get better. Hoping out on love sounds just wacky."
"So true. But like, I wonder how Merope, that was her name right, how she managed to convince old Riddle senior to have a sip of her fake potion. Like suspicious or what?"
"I know. But he obviously did it, she obviously did have magic and the rest was history." Harry replies before looking up at them both nervously. "you'll help me still, right?"
"Duh Harry. Why do you think we waited up for you? To talk about love potions? No." Hermione replies before catching Harrys' gaze. "Though be careful, there is talk of people trying potions with you."