Hey guys, This is my first fanfic thingey eva – so yeah! AndI dont know how this really works so I'm just gonna say that I don't own anything about Harry Potter or anything!!!!!! except my plot – of course :) and I'd just like to say to Laura when she reads dis - MEH!!!!!

OH and could you review, pointers of any type are fine and Yeah! You probably didn't understand a word i just wrote, and i hope my story isn't as confusing (or do i? Mwahahahah) oh whateva – enjoy!!!!

"Oh great" Harry thought as he rushed down the dark hallways towards the dungeons "just what I need, to be 20 minutes late for potions, in the first week of school, Snapes going to skin me alive!!!"

Harry started to slow down as he approached the door into the potions class room.

Panting, Harry leans on the door searching the classroom for a seat.

Looking to the back of the classroom, Harry sees Ron sitting near the back of the classing waving madly at harry to come over and sit in the empty seat next to him, while at the same time trying not to make anyone notice. (especially Snape, who was writing on the board, or the Slytherines who were leaning over their papers scribbling like mad)

Getting the idea, Harry starts to sneak down the side of the class room as silently as he could. And because of all Harry's Quidditch training, he was, actually, quite quiet!

But unfortunately for Harry, half way to the back of the class, Harry tripped over Lavender Browns bag.

Harry drops his cauldron instinctively, to stick out his arms beneath him to soften his fall. But as a consequence of the cauldron hitting the floor, a loud, bell like sound rang out through the class room and as if by magic (he he he) everybody, as one, turned to face him.

"Well, well well," Snape sneered "If it isn't the famous Harry Potter, taking his time to come down and join us. Obviously something much more important had him occupied then his first potions class of the year."

Harry had now turned a deep shade of purple, fists clenched in anger. It was not his fault that he had got a very bad headache, and had gone to the hospital wing for the potion that would cure it. It was not his fault that when he arrived, madam Pomfry was no where to be found. It was not his fault that he had to wait 15 minutes for her to get back from the green house, where she was replenishing her supply of Wilmsweed, thinking that no one would be sick on the first day for lessons. It was not his fault!!!

Harry stared up at Professor Snape defiantly, who was now standing over him.

"Do tell. Oh famous one, whatever was it that took you away form my class for 20 minute!! When you most desperately need as much time to work on your potions as possible. What on earth made you come in so late a disrupt my the lesson for the rest of the class, who are, undoubtedly as bad at potions as you are." With that last comment, Snape was glaring at the half of the class that made up the Gryffindors.

"I guess they must be pretty good then" Harry muttered to himself, bringing Snape attention back to him.

"What did you say?" Snape whispered while glaring at Harry, daring him to repeat what he had just said.

"Nothing, sir. I said nothing."

"For your lateness, 20 points will be taken from Gryffindor, and you will serve a week of detentions with me, starting at 7:30 tonight! And I expect you to be on time for those!" Snape sneered, and in the background, Harry could see Malfoy smirking.

Muttering from the Gryffindors in the class broke out in resentfully.

"Silence!!!!" Snape shouted, and the muttering immediately.

What happens if Snape is a vampire, what happens when a certain Gryffindor finds out, and what happens when a certain vampire... ok - time out-this is my first fan fic - eva... so... be... nice... or else, just kidding, though not bout the first fanfic part, it really is my first :)