AN: Hello and welcome to the third time of publishing this thing. I have learned a lesson. Don't mess around with fanfics unless you have them on hard copy, and if you do…DON'T LOSE IT!
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise, I don't own. Anything you don't recognise, I probably don't own that either.
Chapter 1
On a dark, dark night, there was a dark, dark castle. In the dark, dark castle there was a dark, dark stair. Down the dark, dark stair there were some dark, dark dungeons. In the dark, dark dungeons there was a dark, dark office. In the dark, dark office there was a dark, dark Professor.
His name?
Professor Snape.
The Potions Master that night was marking essays. He particularly liked marking this class' work because there were Gryffindors in it. Three Gryffindors in fact, also known as the dream team. It was these three that had burnt his robes, disrupted his lessons countless times and cursed him with three expelliarmus curses at once, knocking him unconscious to name a few.
Their essays were the most enjoyable to mutilate with red ink. Potter's and Weasley's were frankly pathetic, and Snape found so many faults. By the time he was half way through he was tired of their illegible drawl.
Granger's, however, was a different story. Her detail was sloppy and it looked like she was putting everything she knew about the subject whether it applied or not. The Professor took great care in his nit picking and was only happy when he'd written on at least a third of the parchment. The know-it-all was learning though, as her essays were getting shorter. In reply to this though he would note her lack of detail, frustrating her and letting her know she would never win. A Potions Master, more so this one, was never happy.
Putting the last red slash agreeably through a whole paragraph, Snape reached for the next essay.
"Longbottom." Snape read shuddering, dreading what new branch of potions Longbottom had concocted this time.
Upon touching the paper the potions professor felt a tugging at his navel, unable to let go as he was pulled to wherever the port key was destined.
AN: Hrmm, and so it begins. Bwhahahahaha!!
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