Potter's potion is bubbling away right on schedule. It'll be done in a few days.

I'm entertaining the idea of using this whole event as leverage against him. He is easily provoked.  I could jibe him about using his time as a helpless infant as a metaphor. I could mock him and embarrass him in front of his schoolmates.

I could imagine him growing red with anger and embarrassment. But I can no longer imagine my satisfaction in seeing this.

I could have Potter in the palm of my hand. Except he already has me wrapped around his tiny fingers.