Author's note: Dear reader, this is my first published fanfic, and I would appreciate your opinion, so R&R! Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or elements present in the Harry Potter Universe. I just own the plot. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
(I thank you from my heart, my beautiful sister for translation and the grammar things you did for me. All my stories are dedicated to you. 3)
It was scorching outside, not even a speck of dust flying in the hot air that filled the classrooms and hallways of Hogwarts.
Everyone was making plans for the summer break. Some were happy, some a little sad, and some were sharing their ideas with each other in the Great Hall, while eating a delicious brunch. The atmosphere in the Great Hall was peaceful and quiet contrasting the one in Dumbledore's office.
The Headmaster was pacing furiously in front of the school's staff, disturbing the grime that made itself at home in the worn carpet.( Well, looks like the house elves didn't do their job.) Madame Hooch coughed awkwardly and swatted away a little fleck of dirt that clung to her robes. Dumbledore threw her a cold glance and came to a halt in the middle of the room. Clearing his throat he addressed his personnel, whom sat in some very uncomfortable chairs.
"My dear colleagues, I would desire concern on your part regarding the situation I will bring into discussion today," he started with a sugary voice. " This contest is planned by the great playwrights and headmasters and this is an epiphany that will change our lives, we shall embrace the art and…"
Professor McGonagall elbowed Madame Pomfrey, "I reckon he got loads of money with this." she whispered. Pomfrey agreed with an almost invisible nod, standing rigid in her chair, carefully guarding her facial expression while dying of boredom on the inside, just like everyone else.
"….that is why our school will participate in this contest and we will WIN! " Dumbledore concluded, emphasizing the word 'win' like it was the motto by which his life went by.
In spite of trying to keep still and neutral, while trying to ignore the agonizing pain in his back, Professor Snape stretched and a loud pop made by his vertebrae echoed in the room, drawing all the attention to himself.
He glanced around shrugging discreetly. The truth is he had no idea what happened in the last three hours. All he knew is that Madame Pomfrey dragged him all the way to Dumbledore's office and..that's pretty much it. His mind was revolving around the potion that Dumbledore told him to prepare in order to prevent girls from skipping class with the excuse that it was "that time of the month". Needless to say that Professor Snape was downright shocked by the request, and completely opposed to the research. And now all the eyes in the room were following his every move….
"Severus will be the misunderstood vampire and.." Dumbleodre continued.
Hearing his name caused him to jerk awake from his reverie and stare at Dumbledore, who was smiling mischievously under his grey beard.
"Excuse me?" Severus raised an eyebrow at the Headmaster, trying to contain his annoyance.
"Glad to see you are awake Severus," Dumbledore smirked, " I was just saying how you will be the star of this play, a prince of darkness, a misjudged vampire, evil but kind, gentle but cruel….imagine the effect it will have! I shall name it 'The Sleeping Beauty' " he smiled proudly toward the audience.
Everyone looked at him with their jaws set, either trying not to laugh or gawk. Well, this was unexpected.