Chapter 1 – Double bubble toil and trouble
The potions lab was dark and cold, not unlike the professor who taught the subject, Severus Snape. The sole joy in life for this individual was docking points from the Gryffindor house and reliving a grudge against James Potter, albeit via his son. Harry Potter was tired of this routine but learnt long ago that arguing back would only worsen the situation, the insults and criticism were now water off a ducks back and Harry honestly couldn't care anymore about this bitter old mans opinions of his family.
Currently Harry, along with his best friends Hermione and Ron, was huddled around a cauldron with the sole intention of warming himself up. The group where currently working on the Transoulplant potion, which was occasionally used in divination to allow spirits enter the medium's body. Hermione was the year's book worm and therefore took to making most of the potions herself, not wanting her marks to fall due to the less able boys. "Weasley! Potter!" Snape shouted, "I hope you are going to contribute towards the group work, 20 points from Griffindor for your insolence and laziness". Ron and Harry groaned and hastily started chopping some caterpillars into miniscule pieces before Ron added them to the potion. "What the hell did you do that for?" Spat Hermione, "they are meant to go in after the pig's blood and after the 22 shakes!" Ron however seemed entirely unfazed "Oh come on Hermione, it won't make a difference and anyway we can't redo it, we will run out of time." Reluctantly Hermione agreed and continued to formulate the potion, unaided.
At the end of the class the trio were rather impressed; their potion looked exactly the same as Snape's, although it was giving off a strange smell of Cough Candy. Pouring it into a beaker Hermione was rather pleased with herself, until Snape figured out an additional way to torment the group. "Well, Granger, as you are acting so smug I take it you three will have no qualms in taking the potion yourselves", Snape articulated with a smarmy grin plastered across his face. Determined not to give the bullying git of a professor the opportunity to berate them further they advanced to the front of the classroom and promptly downed the potion in one. With that all three hit the decks in an unconscious heap.
The potions lab was dark and cold, not unlike the professor who taught the subject, Severus Snape. The sole joy in life for this individual was docking points from the Gryffindor house and reliving a grudge against James Potter, albeit via his son. Harry Potter was tired of this routine but learnt long ago that arguing back would only worsen the situation, the insults and criticism were now water off a ducks back and Harry honestly couldn't care anymore about this bitter old mans opinions of his family.
Currently Harry, along with his best friends Hermione and Ron, was huddled around a cauldron with the sole intention of warming himself up. The group where currently working on the Transoulplant potion, which was occasionally used in divination to allow spirits enter the medium's body. Hermione was the year's book worm and therefore took to making most of the potions herself, not wanting her marks to fall due to the less able boys. "Weasley! Potter!" Snape shouted, "I hope you are going to contribute towards the group work, 20 points from Griffindor for your insolence and laziness". Ron and Harry groaned and hastily started chopping some caterpillars into miniscule pieces before Ron added them to the potion. "What the hell did you do that for?" Spat Hermione, "they are meant to go in after the pig's blood and after the 22 shakes!" Ron however seemed entirely unfazed "Oh come on Hermione, it won't make a difference and anyway we can't redo it, we will run out of time." Reluctantly Hermione agreed and continued to formulate the potion, unaided.
At the end of the class the trio were rather impressed; their potion looked exactly the same as Snape's, although it was giving off a strange smell of Cough Candy. Pouring it into a beaker Hermione was rather pleased with herself, until Snape figured out an additional way to torment the group. "Well, Granger, as you are acting so smug I take it you three will have no qualms in taking the potion yourselves", Snape articulated with a smarmy grin plastered across his face. Determined not to give the bullying git of a professor the opportunity to berate them further they advanced to the front of the classroom and promptly downed the potion in one. With that all three hit the decks in an unconscious heap.