Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They all belong to the magnificent J.K Rowling.
Rating: PG-13
Author's notes: This is my first ever fanfic published on Fanfiction.net. I had others on the Cinescape message boards, and I would like to use this as an opportunity to thank everyone for relenting to my persistent pleading and groveling to give me nice, well-rounded critiques and advice.
Summary: Severus Snape at Hogwarts in his sixth year. Includes James, Sirius, Lily (NOT Snape/Lily), Lupin and the mysterious Florence. Also includes his family life in later chapters. WARNING: OotP Spoilers.
Chapter1 Introduction
Transfiguration had always been Severus Snape's weakest point.
Staring down glumly at his new mutant, Severus decided to waste whatever was left of the period and give it a name. His best friend Evan Rosier peered interestedly over his bony shoulder. "What d'you reckon." He whispered (Professor McGonagall was nearby, inspecting various blue, satin cushions and giving them a mark out of ten.) "I think it looks like a 'Fluffy'…or a 'Tibby', " said Evan.
Severus glanced down at the cushion with long, furry white ears protruding out of where the buttons were supposed to be, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he thought. Not far away, he saw James Potter smirk at him, as he laid his wand down next to his own perfect, midnight blue cushion and strutted over to Lily Evans, poking his head playfully over her shoulder as she gazed critically at her own work. She bit her lip and pushed him away.
Ack.
Lovebirds.
Just then, a sharp voice interrupted his disgusted musings.
"Another monstrosity, Mister Snape?" McGonagall had arrived. Snape fought back the urge to roll his eyes. It would sting more if she actually thought of a different criticism to direct at him every lesson. Instead he replied, "He's called 'Fluffy', actually, Professor." Professor McGonagall scowled and scribbled furiously on her notepad. "I shall be informing the Headmaster of your lack of progress," she said, indicating with a flick of her wand, the ears which were now starting to twitch convulsively
"Yes, Professor."
The bell rang and Severus threw his cushion onto the pile at the front of the classroom where others had carefully placed theirs, then grabbed his bag off the table and stalked to the door with Evan, who was now talking feverishly about how his cushion had sprouted a fluffy, white tail, just before McGonagall marked him. He was still gibbering by the time the got to Potions, at which point Severus had to remove his ability of speech with a Silencing charm.