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It was a cool autumn afternoon in Ireland, a very wet one in
fact. It had been raining for the past week but inside the Great Hall
it was quite comfortable. The dim weather had cause Minerva to
change the scenery from mimicking the real sky to a bright and
sunny day. Too bright for some, more specifically, Severus Snape.
He hated so-called 'good weather', that could be plainly seen by his
pale complection. After all he did burn quite easily but more of the
reason was that he found a certain beauty in a rainy day, although
no one would associate the word beauty with Severus Snape.
As he stalked down the rows of ravenous children he heard
uproariously loud laughter coming
from the end of the Gryffindor table. 'Gryffindor...' he thought as he
came to 'burst their bubble' as it were.
What he saw was at the very least shocking. Potter had fallen on the
ground. The laughing had come from others of his house who had
thought it must have been a slip, but they ignored one important
detail...he wasn't breathing.
"SILENCE!" he bellowed at them. True he had never much cared
for the boy but he was far
wanting him injured...or worse. He shoved all of them out of the
way and levitated him to the hospital wing. Severus Snape ran faster
than most thought he could. After all he was old wasn't he? At
least that is what they all thought. In truth Severus was only 35 but
after years of spying and dealing with the 'dunderheads' daily, life
began to take it's toll on him. When they arrived at the hospital
wing, no one was there.
"Dammit Poppy..." where was that woman when you needed her?
But being a skilled potions
master, and a trained teacher he began assessing Potter himself. His
pulse was fast, too fast, he had broken out in a cold sweat, and...was
his face turning green? What on earth could be wrong with the boy?
Severus began racking his brain for answers, he was after all
the third greatest mind in Britain as the time, why couldn't he figure
it out? Leave it to Potter to have some unknown illness and die on
him. Wait! Why hadn't he seen it before?
"Ayurveda!"
Harry awoke to a bright light. Well not exactly a bright light,
something was in the way, right below his eyes. What happened? He
felt tired. Very tired. "Where am I?" he asked aloud.
"Oh! You're awake! Sir, you must go back to sleep, you're much
to weak right now." And that's exactly what he did.
Severus too awoke with a bright light shining him in the face but
not the same dark spot in his line of sight. Why did he feel so tired?
What had happened before this?
Was he alive? "Where am I?" he demanded, despite his fatigue.
"Go back to sleep, you need you're rest." Was that Poppy? He
was to tired to think any longer.
The next time Harry awoke he was feeling much better. He even
stood up. Why was he so tall? Odd. Maybe he was just a bit
disoriented. Was it 100 degrees in her? He was feeling so hot now
that he reached to take of the jacket he had been wearing but was
surprised to see just a black robe. I don't wear black, he thought.
And those hands they weren't his. They were much longer, more
elegant, and morecalloused. Was he still delusional? Yes that must
be it. But it didn't feel unreal. Harry frantically looked around for a
mirror, all this could not be his. What kind of medical center
doesn't have a mirror? Ah, herwas one, in her office, if you could
call it that. He reached out to it, but closed his eyes, afraid of what
he might see. Slowly he lifted he eyelids and dropped the mirror. He
thought he was about to lose his lunch. There in the mirror...was
Snape.
Severus awoke to what sounded light shattering glass. He bolted
up. He felt pretty good, great in fact. Springy, he might say. He
looked around to see where that sound had come from only to see
the shards of glass on the floor and he caught a glimpse oh himself
in a piece lying next to him. Potter.
"What the hell did you do!" someone yelled at him. He looked up
to see it was his face, screaming at him.
"What the hell is going on!" he demanded.
"You know bloody well what's going on, you did this to me! Get
so miserable in you're pathetic life that you wanted to steal mine,
did you?"
The more Severus stared he realized why he seemed so
frightening to his students, he was getting a little scared himself.
"Potter, I did nothing of the sort. If I was that miserable I would
have stolen someone a bit less of a spoiled brat."
"How dare you! You evil black bat!"
"POTTER! YOU WILL STOP THAT THIS INSTANT! I don't
know what happened but I suggest you keep you mouth shut so I
can figure this out or I will assign you so many detentions that you
won't graduate until you're eighty!"
"What is all this yelling about?" came a voice from the doorway.
It was Poppy. "Mr. Potter, did I hear you yelling at you're
Professor?"
"I am not Potter!"
"Mr. Potter, I suggest you stop that. This is not a game, you were
seriously ill. You, too,Professor."
"ill?"
"Yes, you were both passed out on the floor. Luckily I got here in time."
"In time, indeed." Severus muttered.
"What was that Mr. Potter?"
"Nothing."
Harry was getting a wonderful idea. He could send Snape to
detention and sort it out there or he
could give it to him and play a little game. After all, why not have a
little fun? Harry mustered up his most Snape-like tone, "Mr.
Potter," he drawled silkily,"I think it's time you
return to class."
"Oh, no you don't...!"
"Mr. Potter," replied much more stern, "You will learn to respect
your teachers. Detention. My classroom, eight O'clock."
"You little...!" He started with venom, but was ubruptly cut off.
"NOW, Potter!" and with that Snape left the room in a huff,
slamming the door as he walked out.
Harry tried to suppress a laugh, but failed and tried to make it
sound like a snort.
"I'm sorry, Severus. Mr. Potter is usually much more respectful
to his teachers. I dare say he has a disliking of you."
"Of course he does," Harry replied sharply. He knew exactly what
to say,"Considering his Father."
He had spat out that last word like a curse, superbly Snape. And
with that he attempted to 'billow' out of the room, nearly tripping
on the elongated robes as he went.
On the staircase, Snape was cursing Potter up and down.
Extremely unhappy. "That filthy little brat! When I get my hands on
him I'll...!"
"Harry!" came an excited voice from behind him. It was the
Weasly girl. "I'm so glad to know you're alright!" and with that she
planted a kiss firmly on his lips while wrapping her arms around his
neck. Wow, Potter had picked out and exquisite kisser, but he could
not think that. She was his student, after all. Pervert, he thought to
himself. What was her name? Something with a G maybe? Gineene,
Giselle,...Oh!
"Ginny! Where did you come from?"
"Potions, where else? I suppose it must seem odd that I'm so
happy after that class but Professor Snape did not show up today!
Dumbledore was our substitute. He's so much better. Hermione
told me that Neville didn't explode a single cauldron! Isn't it
wonderful?"
Did they really hate him that much? What was he thinking? Of
course they did. He was after all the 'Greasy Bat of the Dungeons'
as he was affectionately named. "I think he's sick."
"Well in that case, I hope he gets better...in a week at least
though. It's nice not having someone lurking about over your head."
"I s'pose."
"Well let's go! It's lunch and I'm starving!" Ginny drug him
into the Great Hall where he unfortunately saw himself sitting at
the end of the head table...smiling? Severus Snape does not smile! I
have a reputation to uphold! Severus stated indignantly to himself.
He had Minerva in a laugh riot. It was all over. But he knew what
Potter was playing at. And if there was one thing that Severus Snape
could to was play the game. And play it well. Potter would never
know what hit him. He did the single most embarrassing thing that
he could think of. He strode over to the head table and watched as
Potter's eyes follow him until he was in front of Professor Sprout.
"Professor," He stated.
"Yes, Mr. Potter? What is this about?"
"Professor...I LOVE YOU!" and he planted a big one, right
smack dab on her lips. And that's not all he did...
He wrapped his arms around her and to his great surprise he almost
thought that Sprout had began to enjoy it, until he recoiled and ran
into the Gryffindor common room, hearing audible gasps and
laughter behind him as he ran.
"Passwor..." the fat lady began.
"Hippogriff!" he yelled. All teachers were required to know all of
the house passwords in case of emergency but certainly no one
would have thought it would be used this way.
And Severus Snape laughed harder than he had in a long, long time.
Harry was simply mortified. He would kill Snape the second he
saw him again. But for now, Harry thought, he could get even now
and get mad later. But what to do? Harry pondered this for a
moment, only a bit distracted by the laughter coming from all
around him. This had to be good. Ah ha! The idea had hit him like a
lightning strike. And this was perfect...
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AN: This is my first story so try not to flame me. But con crit is greatly appreciated. thanks. Flightless-Sparrow : )