This is my first Harry Potter story, and it's been met with a bit of success on another fan fiction site. I'm not claiming any greatness or originality (I mean, come on, I had to borrow from the goddess JK Rowling to crank this thing out) but I do hope you enjoy my little foray into the world of Hogwarts. My only requests are that you approach this with an open mind, you don't sue me for my humble efforts, and that you review a LOT :-D This thing originated as me testing out a few of my book 6 theories. The central theory will be presented in chapter 1, and from there I sort of run with it. In reality, I've got the VAST majority of this story written, so hopefully updates will be fairly regular.
Erm, fair warning, there's a bit of light smut later on (I'm really no good at writing it, so it's nothing serious) so if you're easily squicked, I'll warn you to skip the chapters. If you're too young to read smut, how'd you pass the R rating anyway?! You should be ashamed of yourselves! (Erm, I'm not mad. I'm just going to reach out of the monitor and cover your young eyes).
That said, kick back with a cup of the hot beverage of your choice (cocoa got me through writing this) and enjoy!
Relations, Revelations
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Introduction
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"Potter, put your hand down. I will not entertain questions until I am finished explaining the potion."
"Um, Sir, I just…"
"PUT YOUR BLOODY HAND DOWN! Now is not the time!" Snape shouted, giving Harry one of his famous death-glares.
"But you're about to…" Harry's feeble attempt at interjecting only served to infuriate the already-furious Professor even more.
"DOWN! One more HINT of elevation of ANY of your limbs and your house will lose fifty points!"
"Professor Snape, you're about to add bat's wing instead of gnat's wing!" Harry jumped out of his seat, leaning determinedly over his desk, fists firmly glued down and knuckles turning white.
Snape glowered at the boy, glanced at the bottle in his hand, set it down, and poisoned the classroom with a sweeping gaze, his face white with rage.
"Mr. Potter." The tone in which he spoke was frighteningly calm and icy. "You are not in this class to point out the unbearably obvious. You. Are. Here. To. Learn. Twenty-six years experience on my part does not equal five years on your part."
"I'm sor…"
"I will NOT be accepting apologies for your outrageous behavior! I have dealt with your rubbish for five and a half years, not to mention your FATHER'S rubbish for the last thirty-seven! He was a selfish, egocentric, show-off, good-for-nothing prat of a know-it-all who drove me to the brink of insanity, as are you! You remind me of him more and more with EVERY passing day! Your bland sense of humor, your innocuously fake charm, right down to your RATTY BLACK HAIR!!! You bloody picked up right where he left off!"
Harry looked through Snape as if he wasn't there for a moment, eyes slightly widened in shock.
"Excuse me." He got up and left the room.
Snape let out a sigh of indignation and sat down at his desk, taking a sip from the coffee mug full of fire whisky he kept on hand just in case of occasions like this one. His class just stared at him in shock.
"Well what are you all staring at? The instructions are on the board. Get to work!"
He ran his hand through his black hair and rested his head on his hand, fingers still entwined in his tresses.