Never Trust a Gryffindor
Chapter One
It was dark outside the Hogwarts castle. Darker than usual, which seemed to tell the story I am going to tell you now. Inside the Potions Class, Harry, Ron, Neville and Hermione were mixing the Draught of Living Death - a very hard potion to make - when they burned their cauldron and turned the potion into gas. Snape didn't notice. He was too busy giving Draco constant Outstanding marks in his NEWTs.
"Well done, Draco. You are the best student that I have ever had," proclaimed Snape.
But then he smelled a rat - a dead rat. Actually, it was Neville's potion that smelled so terrible and several Slytherins had already fainted due to the smell.
"NEVILLE! IS THAT YOUR POTION?" screamed Snape, running towards him. "YOU'RE GETTING A TROLL FOR THAT!"
"Neville can't help it," said Hermione angrily. "He's always got bad Potions marks but you've never been so-"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Hermione was frozen on the ground. Snape didn't normally do this - he was in a bad mood. A very bad mood.
Harry raised his hand.
"Snape!" Harry asked. "Why are you in such a bad mood?"
Snape Disapparated, leaving the students to do Potions alone.
The only thing Snape left was a Chocolate Frog, which was actually a cleverly disguised Nuclear Acid Pop. Ron immediately fell for it and swallowed it whole, which burnt his tongue so much he went to the hospital wing, where he had his tongue stitched up and bandaged.
When he came back, all three of his gang had "T" marks in their NEWTs and Snape was back.
"That's it," Ron said with a swollen tongue. "I'm never eating another Chocolate Frog again."
Hermione replied with "Do you even care what your grade is?" She then picked up a piece of A1 paper with nothing on it but a massive T, covering the whole page.
Ron's face fell. He was going to get revenge on Snape. Badly.