A Day In The Life Of Martha Stewart

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters…I'm merely a desperate HP fan going through withdrawals…hehe.

It's Monday. It's raining outside. I'm tired. I'm cold. The floors are cold. I want my slippers. Where are they? Why did I stay up so late last night? Why won't I just get out of bed? Did I have homework to do last night? Yes…for potions. Damnit. Where is everyone? Ron? Neville? Someone? I guess everyone went to eat already. I'm hungry. Get up Harry. Why are you being so lazy? Get up. What time is it? I have to shower. I bet the water will be cold. My muscles hurt. Why? Ugh….

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the door to the dormitory swinging open with a loud creak.

"Harry! What the hell are you still doing in bed? Get up. You'll be late!" Ron Exclaimed.

"I know," Harry mumbled back.

"Then get up."

"I've been trying to. I'm just a bit sluggish right now."

"You can't afford to be sluggish. We've got a potions quiz in half an hour. If you miss class, you'll be killed." Harry sat up.

"Really now? By who?" Harry inquired.

"Either Snape or Hermione. Whoever gets to you first." Ron joked.

Harry smirked. Slowly, he managed to swing his feet off the bed.

"Ron. Have you seen my slippers?"

"No?" Ron replied very unconvincingly. "I'm guessing you're not going to believe me."

"Where are they?"

"Crookshanks must've found them. They're downstairs…shredded by the fireplace." Harry groaned in frustration.

"Great. This day's just going to get worse. I can feel it."

"You're being pessimistic, Mate. You've been a real downer lately. You need to stop being so negative."

"Ha. That's funny coming from the one who complains about everything."

"Shut it." Ron chucked a pillow at Harry. Both started laughing. "Just hurry up and get downstairs." Ron turned and left the room. Harry took a long stare at the cold, stone floor before setting his feet down on it. Eventually, Harry got up and got showered and ready for class. He made his way down the stairs to the common room. Hermione and Ron rose from the couch. Hermione had Harry's slippers in hand.

"Sorry Harry." Hermione said handing them to him.

"Why didn't you just toss them? They're useless to me now." Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Her eyes shifted over to Ron.

"He's in a bit of a mood this morning. He'll get over it. Don't let him get to you."

Harry had just left the dorms without saying a word. Ron and Hermione followed him. The three walked into potions and took their seats. Snape looked particularly ominous today. Swooping around the class, glaring at students walking in.

"I've decided," Snape started, "Instead of quizzing you on what we did last week, I'm going to quiz you on what you should have read this weekend."

A low groan came from the class.

"Those of you who have done what you're supposed to, have nothing to worry about."

Harry picked up his book.

"Worthless piece of crap." As Harry opened the book to look at what he was supposed to read last night.

"Close your book Mr. Potter." Snape said as he hovered above him.

As Harry shut his book, it began to fall out of his hands. He fumbled with it for a moment, to try and get the book back on his desk. Instead, it found its way to the floor, right beneath Snape's feet. Everything seemed to be in slow-motion. Snape's foot caught the book, and down he fell. Everyone looked. Harry clapped his hand over his mouth. Snape hit the ground hard. A loud thud was heard when his head hit the stone floor. Silence. Nobody knew what to do. Snape was lying on the ground knocked out cold.

"Someone has to get him to the hospital wing!" Hermione piped up.

"Cool it Hermione. Let's enjoy this for a moment." Ron said.

Harry was still shocked at what had just happened.

"No, Ron, Hermione's right. We've got to get him up there."

"Are you alright Harry? You just knocked out Snape. You should be rejoicing."

"Are you sure I'm not dreaming Ron?" Harry asked.

"Can I punch you in the face to find out?" Ron asked with an eager smile.

"No. Don't touch me." Harry replied quickly.

Harry and Hermione ran up to the hospital wing and got Madam Pomfrey. She brought Snape to the hospital wing and took care of the huge gash he had on his head. Snape was knocked out for 3 days, and it just happened that on the day Harry was in the hospital wing, to see how he was, he woke up. Harry was caught like a deer in the headlights. Snape looked Harry dead in the eye.

"Professor, before you say anything, I just want to apologize about what happened and I didn't mean for it to happen. It definitely wasn't intentional. If I could go back in time, I would undo what I've done. I'm deeply sorry. I…."

"Harry," Snape said in the gentlest way. Harry was taken aback.

"Sir?"

"Don't you worry about it. I'm fine. It happens."

"But, I…" Harry stammered.

"Harry. It's alright. You didn't do it on purpose."

"Okay." Harry said in a very confused manner.

"Do me a favor though, Harry."

"Yes?" He said cautiously.

"If you could, go down to the kitchens and fetch me a sweet cake or two. The food up here is terrible. But make sure you find one without rhubarb. Rhubarb makes my complexion all splotchy." Harry's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what Snape had just said.

"Yeah. Sure. No problem," Harry said with hesitation.

"Thank you so much Harry dear."

Harry turned and quickly walked out of the hospital wing. Instead of going to the kitchens, he ran straight to the Gryffindor common rooms. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the couch. Harry burst in and startled Hermione.

"Harry! What's going on?" Hermione squeaked.

With a half smirk, Harry replied. "You have to come up to the hospital wing and see Snape."

More to come…I will finish it. Ch.2 up Very soon.