This chapter contains no sex whatsoever - It is my initiative floor place so do the usual. Sex will descend later. It will hopefully be worth it. I just need this for background really.
Here goes nothing ...

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*****Polyjuice Potion and the squib*******
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I remember how it all started. It started the day my babe got the letter. I had been expecting it to make out - always hoping against Leslie Townes Hope that she would be a squib like me. Then I wouldn't feel so inferior.

I had always been jealous of my baby. She got all the factor that I wanted, not me. Mum and dad were so happy - I went un-noticed as per usual.

She got the usual geartrain - the sceptre, the owl and the robes. It wasn't my geological fault that I wasn't a maven. Try as I might, I could never get anything magic to work out for me. I had tried many things to see if I could unlock some potential. I occasionally got some experimentation close down - I managed a puff of grass or two once or twice. I still had nix to report back to my parents.

I went to a muggle school, had muggle friends. I liked a muggle girl, very pretty she was. Katherine was all blonde, blue eyes and that pink dress. She never had any clip for me though. It killed me inside. Plus she had a fellow - Stephen Arnold Douglas. I couldn't get any substantial sufferance anywhere - home, school or my love biography.

I had many plans to realise my life-time better. Run away, put myself up for borrowing, get a job and make my own life. Each had their own respective problems. I was a stripling, all lanky and gangly at 16. I was heavily hormonal. I liked some of the muggle conception - the microwave, computer and the cyberspace. They were tools that required no especial power to use them ( i.e. no magic ). The internet provided some sack for my endocrine at least, and I frequented pornographical sites quite often.
Having a beldame and a wizard for parents, they had no issue with my use of muggle twist as long as my ground level were of a consistent in high spirits way. It meant that I had a pc in my elbow room for my preparation. My parents trusted me ; they didn't check my pc for unsanitary websites.

My penury for sexual expiation and self acceptance kept escalating. No girls liked me at school ( except for ones that I was in their friend-zone ). I had tried to escalate some of those females to girlfriend status, but I was stillborn. In my hormonal state I got addicted to porn, but it wasn't enough.

Then one yr, my sister came flying into my elbow room - `` Harry potter is at Hogwarts ! '' she exclaimed. I asked her who he was and she explained to me. I lost interest, as it was more magic stuff that I wasn't really attached to. Mum and dad got all excited once more and regaled us with stories revolving around his parents. The only thing that intrigued me was that he was raised by muggles. I felt that he was the opposition of me.

The solely thing that really interested me in her years at Hogwarts was that she mentioned Polyjuice potion. She had possibility that mortal in the schoolhouse was using it, as the potion passe-partout had queried some students about missing item from his personal entrepot and had overheard a few of the items mentioned name calling. She did some research into the ingredients and found out their primary coil use. She was all well-chosen about her research ; I was more scheme by its potency purpose. Apparently it would change you into someone else. You had to add a piece of hair from the person you wanted to change by reversal into to the potion to spend a penny it turn. And the effects weren't permanent.

Lots of possibilities ran through my mind. Typical adolescent sentiment like using it to fit in, drive a car, and be person else basically. Then other things like robbery, beating up the bully at schooltime, becoming a bodybuilder for a day. But I had darker thoughts. Thoughts like impersonating someone's boyfriend. Then maybe I might get some intimate gratification. But I am a squib, I thought. There isn't a magical bone in my body. But I was determined I would constitute this work. If anything was worth pursuing magically, this had to be it. Where to start ?

I looked up Diagon alley online. I found nothing. Then I remembered the gens of the bookstall we went to with my sis. I looked up Flourish and Blotts. There it was - an online shop with livery service. It asked if I wanted owl or imperial mail. I selected royal mail and asked for it to be discreet so my parents would hopefully not find out.

Whilst I was waiting for my playscript to arrive, I spent a large amount of clip planning what I would do with the potion. I pondered how to get someone's tomentum and whose hair I should convey. It was widely rumoured around the shoal as to who was having sex with who, but there were no warrantee - We are all under peer pressure sensation after all. I would probably end up just taking pot luck.

Most of the women I found on the net were my mum or dads age and I found that stimulating yet I wondered more so about people my age. I had often heard my sister doing unknown things in her elbow room. I think I had it pinned to what she was actually doing in there, and it made things all that worse. She hadn't had any fellow - being 12 and all - but it didn't stop her it seems. I often caught coup d'oeil of her naked body through crevice in doors. And then I also had the interesting noises from her room. It didn't avail at all. The day my Holy Scripture arrived I shut myself in my room after school. I had some money saved, and a up-to-dateness converter available via the shop didn't call for me to take a pace out of the house. I started reading. Simple potion workplace didn't require any magic at all really - mainly proficient cooking as such. I was pleased. All I had to do was get it right. It was a complicated process to make - requiring a lot of time for brewing and many processes that were time raw. Then there were the constituent. I looked up the ingredients online and soon enough found myself at the pill roller's website. Same rules applied - up-to-dateness spiritual rebirth and home delivery. Apparently the shop possessor realised that muggle families didn't really have the prison term every day to visit Diagon back street and their tyke still needed sorcerous gear.

Some of the component were quite expensive and rare. I figured it would be worth it if it worked. Mum asked me about why I needed to spend so lots money and I explained to her that I had decided to accept my liveliness as a squib and focus on lupus erythematosus magical avocation. I still wanted to have a try at some of the less magically-oriented constituent of the wizarding world, such as potions, and levered my logical argument on how much money they were spending on my sisters education. She caved easily and my dad seemed impressed with my resolve. I told them I didn't want to disclose any of my work - in case it didn't follow - but promised to get to them for help if I felt the pauperism arise.

So I delved into my discipline - ordering factor occasionally from the druggist for me to drill my cutting attainment on. When I believed I had the essential acquisition required to proceed ; I started to brew the potion. I started at the starting time of the school holidays. It would take a few workweek to brew. I checked my progress with the illustrations and notations in the book. It all appeared to go well. Maybe I did have some 'magic'in me after all.

Once the potion was brewing I had to make more architectural plan to acquire some pilus. I thought about my dad's - gross. Mum had the same force on my sensing. What about my sister ? There was a opening. Mum and dad were taking a misstep with my sis - I had declined to accompany them citing my potions complexity. They accepted that, requiring habitue notifications and the episodic visit from my aunty who had a daughter - my 9 yr old cousin. She was quite pretty.

So my parents left. affair were going even effective than expected. Everything was on track. The potion was doing what it was meant to and I was well prepared for each whole step. Then my aunty came to claver. She had the same questions as my parents - what was I doing in my pastime of potions. I gave her the same response as I gave my parents and that seemed to meet her. As she left, I saw a exclusive whisker of my cousins'cliff to the floor. It was an opportunity I couldn't miss. I scooped it up and stashed it in one of my ampul. I had another hypothesis. What if I cut it up and added it to the potion when I needed it ? Or I could bottle it if needed for a later date.

The potions Word was definitive that the fuzz needed to be added to the brewage whilst in the operation of brewing - not once it had gone cold. The brewage was able to appease warm for a few weeks so I had some meter up my sleeve to solve with but not that much. I decided to cut and bottle it - that way I could have more fun than a onetime only trade. From then on I started devising a lean of multitude I may desire to try on and ways of getting a lock of hair. An estimate presented itself to me when my sister placed her hairbrush on the side table after brushing her hairsbreadth. I took the chance to swipe a couple of hairs from her hairbrush. Hell - who hasn't had fancy of seeing their Sister naked ? I declined my female parent's hairsbreadth though - that was gross.

I laid my ear to the chin-wag wheel at school day and decided to play Russian roulette with the effect. Hades - I might just hold someone else's virginity along with my own whilst I was at it. I managed to get a parttime job at a local tomentum dresser - that might butter mum and dad up a bit more about the completely money spending matter - plus I knew that young woman from my school day frequented the shop too. I mainly swept the floor and done some gofer business. Then the opportunity of a life came my way - Stephen Arnold Douglas and Katherine came in for a cut together. I made certainly I didn't miss this opportunity. I got plenty of stock labelled for each of them.

Finally the day came for the potion to be tested. I was uncertain if I wanted to be really freaked out so I took a lock of my own whisker then had a shave. If it worked I would be intimate straight away for surely and wouldn't have to hide it either. After I shaved I took my hair and added it to the potion. It took on a tan colour. I drank it off and waited. It made my hide front crawl and gurgle. Then it was back - my seventh cranial nerve hair. IT kit and caboodle ! ! ! I felt like Frankenstein's creator and revelled in my masterpiece. I refrained from laughing devilishly. I wasn't a freak. And I wasn't a true squib either. I could do potions ( at least this one it seemed ) .It took between an time of day or two for the spell to don off then I was freshly shaven again. I marvelled at the warm shave I had ever had. So I had my plans - my livestock, my potion and a time frame in which to play with. What next ?