This is a story from the POV of a student at Hogwarts. It's silly and for-fun. :P
(Amortentia is a love potion and veritaserum is a truth potion.)
I wrote Snape's dialogue the way I thought Alan Rickman would be saying it. Ahhhh. You know how he has slight pauses between words, nuances, and stresses on some words? Lol, that could've been said so much better, but I'm no poet. Please, please imagine Alan Rickman while you are reading. That is the only way to enjoy...
Worries of a Certain Fifth Year with a Terrible Crush
Chapter One
The Potion's master loomed over the batch of fifth years. He was holding his wand like a switch.
"Who…here," he said, "is aware of the fact…that my bottle of amortentia…is missing?" His voice, though softly spoken, was as hard and cold as ice.
The class was silent.
His black eyes flicked from one new face to another.
"I'm…waiting."
Nobody said anything.
In a sudden move, Professor Severus Snape, black robes swirling, turned on me.
"You. Do you…know…something about it?"
I shrank in awe and terror. My face was so hot it was no wonder he had singled me out from the others. Their faces were either as white as marble or as blank as paper. I was red.
"No sir," I dared to lie.
His eyes pierced mine for a moment longer. I couldn't look away, it was so intense.
And as quickly as they had come to rest on me, his gaze whipped away to address the whole crowd.
"Be warned that I…have…methods of finding out which…one…of you…stole…the bottle. I have also a bottle of veritaserum, a potion that will make…any…one of you…tell…the truth." His voice fell to a chilling whisper and he seemed to be speaking directly to me. "No matter how you try to hide it.
"Class…" he spoke distastefully, "dismissed."
Amid my shuffling classmates, I found refuge walking beside Hermione Granger, the smartest girl at Hogwarts and somewhat of a friend of mine. The minute I caught up with her, she said sharply, in a tone of disbelief, "Samantha, you didn't do it."
I turned red again. With lips pressed tightly together, I nodded.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Then, her expression turned frantic.
"I'll have to tell him, you know. You lied! It's against the rules!"
"Please, no!" I gasped, mortified at the thought. I would never live down the embarrassment. What if he forced veritaserum down my throat to find out why I had stolen the amortentia? I'd die.
Hermione looked discomfited. No doubt she was unwilling to tip Professor Snape off and deliver me to my fate just like that. For all her fastidiousness about rules, she was not that unkind.
"Why did you do it?" she finally asked.
I ducked my chin and lowered my eyes. "It'…"
"I can't hear you. You're mumbling."
I took a breath to begin again, but just then two boys jostled their way toward us and assailed Hermione.
"Hermione!" they said together, walking on either side of her and kind of bumping me away.
"Harry, Ron," she replied.
"Can you help me with that essay for tomorrow?" Ron, the redheaded boy asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Snape'll give me detention if you don't!" he reasoned.
"Professor Snape," I corrected softly. They all didn't hear me.
Hermione answered Ron, "No, he'll give you detention if you don't. I can't talk right now." She turned to me and gave me a very significant look. "I have to talk with Samantha."
I wanted to scurry off before they could begin to suspect me like Hermione did, but that would be pretty obvious. I forced myself to wait for her to drag me away. She did. Taking my arm, she propelled me to the side of the corridor, out of the way of the others.
"Now. Explain again why you stole a valuable potion from Snape's storeroom and lied about it," she demanded.
"Well, amortentia is a love potion. I wanted to try it," I said lamely.
Hermione lost a little of her security-guard-like manner, and even seemed interested. "On who?"
I blushed and muttered, "I can't tell you. I just want to try something."
She bit her lip, unsure what to do about me. After a while, she said, "Love potions are very dangerous, Samantha – "
"Why aren't you two going to your next class?"
I could've melted through the floor then and there. Professor Snape stood behind us, speaking in a dangerous detention voice.
Hermione looked at me. "I – I have Transfiguration," and hurried off.
I was fixed to the spot. His eyes were on me. Had he heard Hermione say the words 'love potion'?
I couldn't tell.
"Unless you are waiting to sprout wings," he said with an eyebrow raised, "I suggest you get going."
I lowered my head meekly and followed Hermione. I felt him still watching me suspiciously. He must know! I thought in terror.
