Howdy-do. I own nothing. Not Snape, not Harry, not Draco… You get the
picture. The only thing I do own is The Mankind. At least I think so. If
some one invented it before me, then I'm sorry, I had no idea. I also own
this Fic. So there. Don't sue me. It won't cost you a thing for I'm broke.
And english is not my first language, I'm finnish.
No slash in this fic, mates. Sorry. But it may be slightly violent. And some swearing is going to appear.
Reviews welcomed, flames also.
The Mankind is in all of us
By: Believer
"Hey! Watch out!" Harry yelled as someone bumped in to him.
"Oh, well, well, isn't it Mr Potthead!" The furmiliar snearing voice of the most annoying slytherin in the whole world jeered.
"Malfoy, I'm already late, move!" Harry really wasn't in the mood for having a fight with Draco right now. He was late for the potions class, which only ment troubles for him. Speaking of which… "Why aren't you in the class room? The lesson has already started?" Harry asked.
"Hrr… The Professor drowe us out. He blew up one of his cauldrons."
" What? Snape actually screwed something potions related up?! Is he ill?"
"Not as far as I know. But you're still going to loose some points, Potter."
Harry shifted on his place. He was getting somewhat slightly annoyed of the infuriating boy. "Yeah, yeah, now move ower so I can get to the-"
"Oh, The famoys Potthead wants to get to class, eh? A little kiss-arse, aren't we?"
"Ha, look whos talking, Malfoy! Your mouth is so close to the greasy git's arse that it makes me wonder how you get your tongue out if it anymore!" In this point Malfoy was slightly red, and was reaching for his wand. But Harry was faster. Aiming his wand to Draco he muttered the curse. "Expelliarmus!" The platinum haired boy was slunged against the wall. Harry lowered his wand. "I told you to move," he muttered and started walking away. But the moment he turned his back to the slytherin he heard a voice behind him.
"Adipathusporcus!" Harry whirled aroud just in time to see a blue flash whizz past his ear. Good thing Malfoy had a lousy aiming, otherwise Harry would've been a nasty little pig now. But before he had time to curse back the most dangerous voice cut the air apart.
"What in the name of Seven Hells is going on in here?!" Slowly Harry turned around to face the livid potions Master. The man seemed to be angryer than normally. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had messed with his work in front of a whole class, but then again, you could never tell. "Well, explain."
"Potter started it!" "I did not!" "Did too!" "Oh, come on, do you even know what the word truth mens?!" "Obviously better than you-"
"Enough!" Snape roared. "Both of you in my office. Now!" Now the whole class had gathered to follow the scene. Harry and Draco slumped behind the Professor and followed him to his office.
"It was your fault," Harry murmured as the others made their way to their next classes.
Aah, what do you think? I know, it wasn't very scary. Yet. But it will be. At least I hope so. In next chapter. Promise. Review, please.
No slash in this fic, mates. Sorry. But it may be slightly violent. And some swearing is going to appear.
Reviews welcomed, flames also.
The Mankind is in all of us
By: Believer
"Hey! Watch out!" Harry yelled as someone bumped in to him.
"Oh, well, well, isn't it Mr Potthead!" The furmiliar snearing voice of the most annoying slytherin in the whole world jeered.
"Malfoy, I'm already late, move!" Harry really wasn't in the mood for having a fight with Draco right now. He was late for the potions class, which only ment troubles for him. Speaking of which… "Why aren't you in the class room? The lesson has already started?" Harry asked.
"Hrr… The Professor drowe us out. He blew up one of his cauldrons."
" What? Snape actually screwed something potions related up?! Is he ill?"
"Not as far as I know. But you're still going to loose some points, Potter."
Harry shifted on his place. He was getting somewhat slightly annoyed of the infuriating boy. "Yeah, yeah, now move ower so I can get to the-"
"Oh, The famoys Potthead wants to get to class, eh? A little kiss-arse, aren't we?"
"Ha, look whos talking, Malfoy! Your mouth is so close to the greasy git's arse that it makes me wonder how you get your tongue out if it anymore!" In this point Malfoy was slightly red, and was reaching for his wand. But Harry was faster. Aiming his wand to Draco he muttered the curse. "Expelliarmus!" The platinum haired boy was slunged against the wall. Harry lowered his wand. "I told you to move," he muttered and started walking away. But the moment he turned his back to the slytherin he heard a voice behind him.
"Adipathusporcus!" Harry whirled aroud just in time to see a blue flash whizz past his ear. Good thing Malfoy had a lousy aiming, otherwise Harry would've been a nasty little pig now. But before he had time to curse back the most dangerous voice cut the air apart.
"What in the name of Seven Hells is going on in here?!" Slowly Harry turned around to face the livid potions Master. The man seemed to be angryer than normally. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had messed with his work in front of a whole class, but then again, you could never tell. "Well, explain."
"Potter started it!" "I did not!" "Did too!" "Oh, come on, do you even know what the word truth mens?!" "Obviously better than you-"
"Enough!" Snape roared. "Both of you in my office. Now!" Now the whole class had gathered to follow the scene. Harry and Draco slumped behind the Professor and followed him to his office.
"It was your fault," Harry murmured as the others made their way to their next classes.
Aah, what do you think? I know, it wasn't very scary. Yet. But it will be. At least I hope so. In next chapter. Promise. Review, please.