Wrong Potion
The whole class gasped as Harry downed the entirety of a potion, "Now Malf-"
Snape saw in horror as he turned around at the noises of his students to see Harry downing one of the potions that Blaise Zabini had just turned into him. "MR POTTER FREEZE! Mr Malfoy levitate Mr Potter and take him to the hospital wing, do not let Madam Pomfrey perform any spells on him! Or even touch him!"
At this Harry began to freak out. He protested, "But it was just a strength potion, why do I have to go to the hospital wing?"
Professor Snape's voice took less than half a second to respond, "Even if it was just a strength potion it was not an expertly brewed one. Drinking mysterious potions rarely ends well Mr Potter! Now go and do not protest!" Before Snape had finished saying this Malfoy had cast a levitation spell on Harry. He was now flailing around trying to get back to the ground. "Mr Malfoy go! If you need to stun him, do so." Malfoy managed to shove Harry out the door and the class could no longer hear his protests.
"Mr Zabini grab one of your cauldrons and cart it to the hospital wing. Careful not to spill it!
"Mr Goyle paste a notice to the door to inform the rest of the school that class, as well as my office time, is canceled.
"Mr Crabbe go to the headmaster and tell him there was an incident in your potions class and he needs to come to the hospital wing soon.
"Miss Brown go to your head of house and instruct her that after her last class she is to head to the hospital wing.
"Mr Longbottom, send a letter to Mr Potter's relatives telling them he is in danger and they need to come as soon as possible."
"Mr Weasley, Mr Finnegan, each of you grab one of Mr. Zabini's cauldrons and go to the hospital wing. Take however much time you need to to avoid spilling it. Once you are there, do not interact with Mr Potter, do not touch him, do not cast so much as a lumous in his general vicinity." Snape took a momentary break from bellowing orders to take some breaths.
"Miss Parkinson, Miss Greengrass dispose of the contents of everyone else's cauldrons.
"Miss Granger, Mr Nott, Mr Thomas, Miss Bulstrode, Miss Patil, stay where you are. Everyone else leave once you are done with what I told you to do." At this point Snape left the students alone and went into his office. He left the door open. In a second he returned with a portable potion carrying tray. "Mr Thomas," he waited for the young boy to come up to him, "take all of the potions on my desk and put them into here."
"Miss Granger!"
She came up to him and asked "Yes?"
"Hold this, he put a medium black bag into her arms, "and this," he put a small blue bag into her hands, "and this," he put a medium orange bag into her hands. He then called for Theodore Nott and did much the same thing except he simply held a big case going almost to his face and a metal tin that nearly obscured his view. To Parvati and Bulstrode he gave books and more books until only their noses and eyes were peeking out behind them.
He held onto one more book and grabbed a bunch of files. At that point he left the office and closed and locked the door behind him. He led them all out of the classroom and locked that door too. He instructed them to follow him to the hospital wing. As he went he was moving so fast that they struggled to keep up. He got about 100 yards ahead of them and then he was out of sight.
As Malfoy carted a levitating Harry to the hospital wing his movements were slowed as he made sure not to bump him onto the walls. Harry, for his part, did manage to stop wriggling after the first hundred feet. It felt incredibly weird to be floating and moving not of his own accord.
When they made it to the hospital wing Malfoy lowered him to a bed and canceled the charm. Shortly after Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office called by an alert charm on the entrance. When Malfoy saw her speeding toward them he yelled, "STOP!
"I don't know why but Professor Snape said I'm not to let you cast any spells on or touch Potter."
Madam Pomfret halted when he called to her. "Oh dear, this is very serious indeed. Would you care to tell me what happened while we wait on Professor Snape."
Upon prompting from the Matron, Malfoy said in an absolutely scathing tone, "Mr Potter decided to drink from an unknown potion."
Harry protested, he was not that stupid! "It was just a strength potion! Honest!" Pomfrey looked at Harry with stern eyes.
Pomfrey used her years of being a healer to ask non-judgmentally, "Are you sure it was a strength potion? I see no reason why I would have received such instructions if it was a strength potion." Only about 5% of all types of potions reacted so violently with magic that someone with a foreign magical signature wouldn't be able to touch the user for fear of a reaction.
Harry replied, "Of course it was a strength potion, someone had just turned it in and we were all brewing strength potions, it had to be... Right?" With that last clause and Madam Pomfrey's reaction he only started to get more worried. All of a sudden this might not be a pointless visit to the hospital wing.
For the next couple of minutes the healer quizzed the boys about potions class. Then Blaise Zabini came through the door carrying a medium sized cauldron. Madam Pomfrey addressed the new arrival, "Mr Zabini, what are you doing here?"
"I think Harry drank my potion." The boy said. When Malfoy heard this he was stricken with terror he was frozen and could only watch what was happening.
"And what exactly was your potion?"
"I was making three different versions of the same potion, I don't know which one he took. They were all different versions of an Elven single activated fertility potion. They all had different amounts of dried ferken moss. I was having trouble understanding the properties of the ingredient so Professor Snape said to make the potion with different amounts of it and study the effect."
Harry was lost; he'd never heard of the potion or that ingredient. He did know that taking a potion meant for an elf as a wizard was not advisable as a general rule. Once Harry stopped thinking about himself for a moment he glanced around the room and Malfoy shocked him. He'd gone pale, if he was normally pale this was like a ghost, damn near translucent.
"Am I correct in assuming that Mr Malfoy gave it the activating ingredient?"
Zabini answered, "Yes ma'am." Malfoy looked like he tried to answer but couldn't. Harry was confused and worried. What did these three know that he didn't? "I brought one of the cauldrons I used, I assume Professor Snape wanted us to test the potion left inside of it to determine what the effects on Harry would be." what he said made sense, since he drank the sample of it that was given to Snape.
Madam Pomfrey was taking it all in. She didn't know exactly what that potion would entail but from the name had a good enough idea. With Mr Potter's infamous luck she was incredibly worried for him. She looked at him softly, he was completely lost to what they were talking about. "Yes we will need to do that. However we will have to wait for Professor Snape as he will know exactly what is the best procedure for it."
Professor Snape was the next person to enter the hospital wing. He had passed Ron Weasley and Seamus Finnegan on the way as they were slowed by the carrying of cauldrons.
"Madam Pomfrey, we are going to need a private room for Mr Potter here. Make sure there is enough room for him and several other people." That was all Snape said to his colleague before he moved unto Harry.
"Mr Potter, tell me every detail you remember from when you drank the potion!" Snape snapped at Harry. He was bending down in order to look him dead in the eyes. His stare didn't break. Harry tried to avoid his eyes.
"Mr Potter, look at me!" When Harry had returned his gaze to Snape he got a new set of orders, "Tell me everything that happened at the end of class!"
Harry didn't know what to say, just that he ought to say something before Snape gets worse. "I was angry at Malfoy and wanted to beat him up. We were making strength potions so I grabbed one of the potions off the desk and downed it. I was hoping it would give me some extra strength to beat him up with. But when I swallowed the potion I heard your voice telling me to freeze. Once I heard that it dawned on me that the potion wasn't right. I didn't feel the tell tale muscle vibrations from a good strength potion. It must have been made wrong.
"Oh God! I didn't drink Neville's potion did I!?" His voice squeeked as he thought about it.
"No, Mr Potter. Although I fear what you have done may be a worse fate than that." Snape turned to the Matron, "Mr Potter's magic may react if anyone but Mr Malfoy performs spells on him." Harry didn't understand that part, did it have something to do with why malfoy carried him up here. Madam Pomfrey had said that malfoy had activated the potion, what did that mean?
In spite of Harry's confusions, Snape kept going. "I have a couple of students who are bringing up some books with instructions for spells. I trust with those and the two of us, we should be able to teach Mr Malfoy most of the spells we want to perform on Mr Potter. If you would go ahead and take him to a private room and start to teach him the first spell we need, that would be good. I am going to interview Mr Zabini about the potion." Madam Pomfrey directed Malfoy to a door and the two disappeared.
As Snape finished talking the two boys carrying the cauldrons entered the hospital wing. Once there, they set them by the other, and ran up to Harry. "Mate, what did you drink? Are you okay?"
"I don't know, Zabini said it was some Elven potion possibly made with the wrong amount of an ingredient. Snape said it would've been better if I had drank Neville's potion." The boys talked for a couple of minutes before the rest of the people who were coming to the hospital wing entered. They sat down their stuff and the Gryffindors greeted Harry. Harry got out of bed to hug Hermione.
Harry didn't know how he saw him but a harsh voice interrupted the well wishings. "Mr. Potter, if you do not stay in that bed I will be forced to restrain you!" Snape then turned to Harry's friends, "None of you are to come within 3 feet of Mr. potter. Doing so will be very dangerous for him." He gave those instructions calmly, but it still put shivers down everyone's spines. On that, Snape returned to taking notes from Zabini.
When he finished he escorted the boy to the door and told him not to tell anyone else what the potion he made was. He also instructed that Draco would need him as a friend. Snape then moved to the pile of things that had been brought in. He shuffled around before pulling out a book. He handed it to Madam Pomfrey and returned to the pile. He got out a book and began to arrange a magically expanded desk. On it he put some parchment with ink and a quill, the book, which he opened to a page he had bookmarked. He sat there for several minutes making notes from the book. He then returned to the pile and grabbed another book. He opened it and started cross referencing everything including the parchment he had taken notes from Zabini on.
At that point everyone but Hermione and Ron left to go to their next class. Everything continued like this for about an hour. Harry talked with his friends trying to ignore the three people who were working very hard doing Merlin knows what because he swallowed something he shouldn't have. The more this went on the more stopid he felt. Hermione wasn't helping him feel any better. They were distracting him but it wasn't helping. Hermione tried to get the name of the potion out of him but he didn't remember and he wasn't sure he wanted Hermione doing research to help him when he already had Snape and Pomfrey doing that.
Besides, for the moment he felt fine. Snape was probably just being extra cautious to annoy him and teach him how stupid he had been. Well trust him, he was getting the lesson. He was already losing sight of why he did it in the first place.
Madam Pomfrey excited the adjacent room then addressed Ton and Hermione. "All right, the two of you go to class. We need to do some work on Mr Potter here."
She waited for them to leave then called Malfoy over to the bed. "Mr Malfoy, I'm sure Mr Potter would appreciate some privacy. If you would put just a basic silencing spell over the room." The group waited for him to do that. Snape at that point had moved to testing a sample taken from one of the cauldrons.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry with a sympathetic look. "Mr Potter what you ingested was an Elven fertility potion. It was singularly activated by Mr Malfoy, do you understand what that means?" She waited, staring intently at him.
"No." Harry was happy to finally have someone explaining stuff to him.
Madam Pomfrey sighed and began to explain, "It is a potion designed to help Elven couples conceive a child. A normal fertility potion would just boost your likelihood to conceive for a certain period of time. An activated fertility potion is designed to promote spontaneous conception. This means it contains the genetic material and everything else required to conceive a child. Once it enters a magical body it will infuse itself into the body and work with it to conceive a child using the contributor's genetic material. Your body has been attempting to do so since you swallowed it."
She gave him a minute to go over that. Harry knew that wizards could get pregnant with the help of potions but he had never imagined it happening accidentally. "Malfoy is the contributor?" he asked. Madam Pomfrey and a downtrodden Malfoy nodded. Harry thought about that for a minute before gagging. "I drank some of Malfoy's jizz?"
Malfoy just couldn't take it anymore, "God, Potter! Yes! You drank my jizz. One of a thousand reasons you shouldn't go around taking random potions. Can't you think for once about the wider implications of this. You took an incredibly strong, experimental potion without a prescription. If you are anything shy of barren you'll be carrying my child. My first child, the one who is supposed to be my heir. They'll be born a bastard! When I'm fifteen!
"You are bringing shame unto my entire lineage. I'll be the laughing stock of the family! The only reason I might not get disowned is that there is no one else to take my place as heir.
"And on top of everything you're a man! -Not even that, a boy! There is no hope for me to save face and marry you because last I checked there is no good potion for changing someone's sexual preferences. And God forbid I be the reason the Boy-Who-Lived becomes the girl-who-lived!
"With your thoughtless actions you've damned me. I'll be cast out of all but the seediest parts of society. And what am I going to do with a child? I don't want one and I certainly have no need for one. This child better be the damn Christ incarnate for it to be worth the hell it's gonna put me through.
"So what are you going to do about it Potter! What is your big plan to solve the mess you've gotten us into?" Draco was winded. He'd been grabbing at his clothing to keep himself from lunging or throwing anything at the boy laid up on a hospital bed.
Harry couldn't begin to process what Malfoy had just yelled at him. He hadn't thought about the consequences for him at all. Hell, he'd only just thought of some of the consequences for him.