Hello, my wonderful readers! How are you all doing? *distributes hugs and cookies* I have started something new, and totally different than my usual one-shots! *throws hands in the air dramatically* This is a request-fic for vampygurl402. Give my first requester a round of applause! *claps excitedly because I've been drinking Monster* This will also be multi-chaptered. *gasps* Okay, enough dramatics, loves! ...I forgot what I was going to say, so... *shrugs* Enjoy, please, and REVIEW! Aaaaaand...don't forget to vote on my poll for a special Valentine's Day fic!
Finally, Harry thought, adding the next ingredient to his potion, the blood of some poor creature Harry couldn't remember.
It was the Friday before the Christmas holidays, and Harry Potter couldn't wait to leave Potions class, his last class of the day, in favor of packing to stay the entire Christmas break with his godfather, Sirius Black. After the Triwizard Tournament in his fourth year when Voldemort had resurrected, Sirius had been given his freedom when Harry had been questioned under Veritaserum by Aurors and confessed to seeing Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, at the graveyard. The man, if he could be called that, had immediately been arrested and thrown into Azkaban in a special cell that prevented animagus transformation. The traitor would be there for the rest of his pathetic life.
Lost in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice when Draco Malfoy surreptitiously dropped a random ingredient into his cauldron. He did notice when the potion started to bubble, however. He barely had time to shout out a warning and attempt to cover his face before the entire thing exploded, splattering a few drops on his tan skin and burning him. The teen didn't seem to notice. Everyone else had managed to duck in time, thankfully.
Professor Snape stood up furiously from where he had taken refuge behind his desk. "Did anyone get the potion on themselves?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Snape's gaze swung to him. Harry gulped.
"See me after class, Potter," the professor said softly, just as the last bell of the day rang. "Start cleaning this mess first. Class dismissed."
Most of the students rushed out, happy to leave the cold dungeons and get ready for the holidays.
"I feel sorry for you, mate," Ron muttered, patting the brunette's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Harry. Professor Snape can't keep you for too long; it's almost dinner. We'll save you a seat if you're late, okay?" Hermione soothed, hugging him briefly and leaving the class with Ron.
The sixteen-year-old sighed, taking out his wand and vanishing the messy potion and melted cauldron. His arm stung in a few places, notifying him of the fact that the botched potion hadn't missed him. He had been the only one left standing, after all. What had he expected?
The skin that had been touched by the potion was an angry red and some looked badly burned and would likely scar. Biting his lower lip, Harry decided to see Madame Pomfrey about the burns later. He didn't know what the potion might do to his skin, but he definitely did not want to anger Severus Snape.
Harry hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and walked across the classroom to Professor Snape's office. The door was marginally open, giving the raven-haired teen a view of his professor's broad back, seeing as Snape was turned away from him, hands behind his back. Not knowing exactly what to do, Harry knocked on the door. The man turned and walked to the door.
"You'll be coming with me to the Headmaster's office" was all he said. He walked briskly out the door and into the corridor.
Harry nodded and hurried to catch up.
Reaching the gargoyle guarding the entrance, Snape muttered the password and led Harry to the door of the office. The professor knocked sharply, but was met with silence on the other side. Frowning, he tried opening the door, surprised when it opened. He reluctantly motioned Harry inside and they both looked around the empty office for Dumbledore.
There was a note on his desk, saying he had to leave on an emergency trip and would be back after dinner. Severus scowled. Now what would he do with the Potter brat?
A muted hiss caught his attention. The raven-haired student was bent over a bit near the door, clutching his arm and wincing ever so slightly.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?" The black-clad professor walked over, grabbing Harry's arm in a surprisingly gentle manner and inspecting it.
The burns were more of a dark pink than vivid red now, but a few of the worst looked raw and ready to bleed. Severus glared at the teen.
"Why did you not notify me immediately of your burns? I had specifically asked the entire class if they had been hit with the potion, Mr. Potter. What gave you the idiotic idea to not say so?"
Harry flinched when the professor pressed his wand to his arm, but sighed softly when the burns were slowly healed. "I hadn't noticed the potion had managed to explode onto me, Professor. I didn't feel pain until a few minutes ago."
"Very well. Now, I see no point in us lingering here. The Headmaster is obviously not available; we shall have to meet with him at another time," the older male said, turning and striding towards the door.
A shrill cry and a gasp made him turn. Harry was staring at Fawkes, who was perched delicately on a glowing glass ball. The phoenix chirped again and seemed to motion Harry forward.
"Hello, Fawkes. What do you have there?" Harry murmured, approaching slowly and picking up the glass sphere, which just seemed to glow brighter.
"Potter, no!" Severus yelled, running forward and grabbing onto the teen's arm just as they were whisked away, both disappearing.
Fawkes trilled happily and closed his eyes to sleep, knowing no one would notice their disappearance.
Harry groaned as he landed with a thud. He didn't know if whatever he had touched was a portkey, but it had felt just as horrible. As soon as he saw Fawkes again, he was going to throttle the damned bird.
An answering groan next to him snapped him from his thoughts.
"Professor Snape?" he mumbled, sitting up a bit.
"As soon as I figure out where we have been transported by that bloody glass ball, Potter, I will then proceed to Avada Kedavra you," came the reply to his right.
That's definitely Snape, Harry thought drily. He opened his eyes, taking in his environment. The vast room looked eerily like the Great Hall at Hogwarts, except everything newer, as if it had just been built. The House tables also looked smaller, as did the teachers' table. Where the hell are we?
"Potter, do you have any idea where we've ended up?" the professor asked quietly, standing up and looking down at Harry.
"Why do you assume that I know where we are?!" Harry retorted, standing as well and brushing dirt off his robes.
"Because you are the one who got us into this mess in the first place by being too trusting of that bird!"
"Well, sorry for not imitating you and being suspicious of everything and everyone around me!" Harry took out his wand, casting a Tempus to check the time.
7:37 pm, Friday, December 10, 0964.
"What the hell…?" Harry breathed, drawing Severus's attention to the words floating in the air.
"Good going, Potter. You brought us more than a century back in time," he hissed.
"I didn't do it," the teen said hotly, cancelling the Tempus and putting his wand away. "Fawkes wanted me to take the glass ball. What I don't understand is why."
"This place looks a lot like the Great Hall of Hogwarts," Severus noted.
"But why would we be here?" Harry asked again.
"That's what I'd like to know as well," a new voice said.
Harry and Severus whirled around, coming face to face with a young, alive Salazar Slytherin. The man held his wand out, the tip glowing softly. The other three Founders were behind him, also brandishing their wands.
"Now, tell me, who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?!"
There! What did you all think of the first chappie? Good? Bad? Should I hang myself?
Snape: Just review already, all of you, before she dies of depression...on second thought, don't review. *smirks like the evil bastard he is to the authoress*
Baby Draco (cuz I felt like making him a baby!) : Mamma! *reaches for authoress*
Me: Awww! *picks adorable baby up* Who's my wittle baby? *starts cooing and walks off*
Harry: *peeks into screen and raises eyebrow* Um, review? For the sake of her sanity?