Disclaimer: I don't own Snape or anything in the Harry Potter world, all belongs to J.K. Rowling, well except maybe this plot…
Warning: OOC
A/N: Hi, this is my first fan fiction ever! I hope you will like it. The inspiration came from a picture of Alan Rickman laughing, I couldn't get the sentence " When Snape smiles it doesn't bode well" out of my mind. Read and enjoy! And thanks LadyDiablo for all your help, everything from supporting me and encourage me to write this down to beta my English. Couldn't and wouldn't done it without you!
When Snape smiles it doesn't bode wellSnape sits in his chambers with a concentrated look on his face. He peers down in his cauldron and frowns. It's obvious that he doesn't notice the failing fire in the fireplace or the cold that is beginning to creep throughout the room. The damp walls and diminishing light are also beyond his attention. He leans closer to the brewing potion. His concentration is total.
Poff!
A pink cloud suddenly bursts out of the old cauldron. The structure resembles mostly vaporised water. More easily put, it looks like pink fog. It was almost… beautiful. Snape shakes his head, and disappointedly waves the pink vapours away and decides to quit for the day.
Another attempt failed. Better to tell Albus as soon as possible. He couldn't figure out what he did wrong but the tricky potion was certainly not supposed to turn pink. That's so… girly. The very thought made him wince; he must be more tired than he thought he was.
With a flourish move he dons his cape, skips to the door and opens it. Without much thought he waves dismissingly at the room behind him with his wand and the said room goes completely black.
It wasn't supposed to be pink.
Snape walks down the all too familiar corridor, deep in thought. He has to get to Albus. Despite the late hour there were quite a lot of students running around in the dungeons. Snape doesn't notice them. At first.
After the fifth student (or something like that, he hardly counts each and every pupil) takes a swift look at him and hastily steps out of his way, he begins to register the students and their weird behaviour. Sure, he carries an air of dignity when he strides the hallways of Hogwarts, sure the students usually respects him and let him pass undisturbed, but this wasn't as usual.
This was ridiculous.
He stares at Longbottom as the Gryffindor creeps past him with his back tightly pressed against the wall. Snape continues his walk. A frown appears on his forehead. And it gets deeper. One look at his face and every single brat seem freaked out. Even his Slytherin students blink at him, quickly step away and almost run when they are past him. What on earth is going on?
What the hell is wrong?
Snape stops in front of a mirror. He looks normal, his skin is still pale (not pink thank god) and his black hair is still… just black. But there is something different, he just can't pinpoint what. He takes one step closer to the huge mirror. The unknown difference is bothersome. As he examines his reflexion he notices two Gryffindor boys reflected in the mirror. One of the boys grabs hold of the other one's arm and begins to drag his bewildered friend away when the Potions teacher makes eye contact.
"Hurry, Professor Snape is smiling, it can't be good." The Gryffindors quickly disappear down the hallway.
He smiles?
Snape leans even closer to the reflecting surface. He is indeed smiling. How peculiar. Why? That thought is soon erased by a much more important one. He is indeed scaring the wits out of the annoying brats. The smile grows into a full-on grin.
A/N: Please read and review! I am so curious about what you think!