The mystery fic game! What was Jessie thinking?

While digging in my glovebox for something this morning, I found a folded up piece of typing paper that turned out to be the beginning (I think) of a HP fanfic. It is in my handwriting, but I don't remember writing it. The best part, though, is that my little one page selection is a total cliffhanger, and it's really bugging me now not knowing where the hell I was going with it. It appears to have been written before DH came out. I TOTALLY do not remember writing this. Looks good, though. I've been amusing myself trying to figure out what was about to happen. When I sat down at the computer (I'm between classes) I had the intention of typing it out and asking everyone to fill in the blank - only I seem to have left my mystery fic in my bio notebook in the car. I guess I'll do that after I get home.  (ETA: Snippit found and typed)

 

( The mystery bit )

 

And that is, apparently, all she (I) wrote. I don't know whether Harry is dying or impotent or has some weird magic STD...no clue at all. So my question is this - what potion? Somebody give me an answer!

Mah, I am sooo ebil!

There's a big hubub in Baton Rouge right now over whether to allow the building of a new casino (the opposition, not surprisingly, is funded by the two casinos already in town), and we've been getting calls from both sides all week. 

I just got one of those calls now, and they asked for my dad. Instead of telling the guy that my dad just wasn't home (which he isn't), I came up with an all new way to keep these people from calling me. 

Paid calling guy: Hi, I'd like to talk to _____ about the campain to stop the building of the new ______ casino. Is he available to speak with me?

Me: He was killed in a horrible car accident three weeks ago. 

Paid calling guy: Oh. My. God. I am so. So. Sorry. *click*

Me: Mwah ha ha. 

ETA: (Days later) My tactic seems to have worked - they haven't called back. Up until I told the guy Dad was dead, they were calling 5 times a day.