"Mr. Potter, are you paying attention to the lesson?"
Harry jerked up to laughter from the Slytherin side of the dungeon. "Excuse me professor?"
"I asked you, Mr. Potter, what the cure for Wartroot was." Hermione's shot up instantly almost knocking Harry's glasses of. Snape ignored her, eyes intent on Harry.
"I don't know."
"Pity," Snape strode back to his desk. "10 points from Gryffindor for your lack of focus." The class ended in the Gryffindor nearly flew out of class, Harry ready to follow before Snape said "and I'll be seeing you for detention Mr. Potter. Maybe that will help your attention span."
Once safely outside with Ron and Hermione Harry groaned. "Great. Just what would make my day. Detention with Snape."
"Touch luck," Ron said. "I say we run him over with a truck, a big truck, a really big truck, a really really-"
"Really Ron. That wouldn't solver a thing and you know it." Hermione chided. Ron shrugged.
"So? It'd make me feel better." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Harry smiled a little. "What do we have next?"
"You two have Divinations," said Hermione who'd memorized all of their schedules. "I have Arithmacy." She turned in the opposite directions.
"Sometimes I can't believe we're friends with her."
At 8:00, Harry went heavy heartedly down to the dungeons. 8:00 was the usual time for detentions, which he'd been getting a lot of this year. Snape was transferring glass bottles from a large cabinet to a desk.
"Good," he said wit a light smirk. "You can clean out these jars. And don't spill anything. Those potions might still be potent." Harry waited till he was out of the room to mock him then sat down infront of the desk with the jars.
He picked up a rag and started cleaning the caked on left overs of whatever potion had been made in the bottle. He's done about 5 bottles when his hand brushed over one made of inky black glass. A pale silver liquid that looked a bit like unicorn's blood filled about ¾ of the bottle. He started at it and all at once the liquid flashed and Harry yelped loudly falling back in the chair and the bottle went flying just as Snape came in. He opened his mouth to speak but at that moment the bottle came crashing down and shattered against Snape's head knocking him out and covering him in the silver liquid that seemed to expand.
Harry moved back ready to call for help as the liquid spread covering Snape from head to toe and shone brightly and Snape seemed to shrink then the liquid seeped into his skin and instead of Snape lying there, there was a tall teenage girl with jet black hair and too big robes.
Harry jerked up to laughter from the Slytherin side of the dungeon. "Excuse me professor?"
"I asked you, Mr. Potter, what the cure for Wartroot was." Hermione's shot up instantly almost knocking Harry's glasses of. Snape ignored her, eyes intent on Harry.
"I don't know."
"Pity," Snape strode back to his desk. "10 points from Gryffindor for your lack of focus." The class ended in the Gryffindor nearly flew out of class, Harry ready to follow before Snape said "and I'll be seeing you for detention Mr. Potter. Maybe that will help your attention span."
Once safely outside with Ron and Hermione Harry groaned. "Great. Just what would make my day. Detention with Snape."
"Touch luck," Ron said. "I say we run him over with a truck, a big truck, a really big truck, a really really-"
"Really Ron. That wouldn't solver a thing and you know it." Hermione chided. Ron shrugged.
"So? It'd make me feel better." Hermione rolled her eyes.
Harry smiled a little. "What do we have next?"
"You two have Divinations," said Hermione who'd memorized all of their schedules. "I have Arithmacy." She turned in the opposite directions.
"Sometimes I can't believe we're friends with her."
At 8:00, Harry went heavy heartedly down to the dungeons. 8:00 was the usual time for detentions, which he'd been getting a lot of this year. Snape was transferring glass bottles from a large cabinet to a desk.
"Good," he said wit a light smirk. "You can clean out these jars. And don't spill anything. Those potions might still be potent." Harry waited till he was out of the room to mock him then sat down infront of the desk with the jars.
He picked up a rag and started cleaning the caked on left overs of whatever potion had been made in the bottle. He's done about 5 bottles when his hand brushed over one made of inky black glass. A pale silver liquid that looked a bit like unicorn's blood filled about ¾ of the bottle. He started at it and all at once the liquid flashed and Harry yelped loudly falling back in the chair and the bottle went flying just as Snape came in. He opened his mouth to speak but at that moment the bottle came crashing down and shattered against Snape's head knocking him out and covering him in the silver liquid that seemed to expand.
Harry moved back ready to call for help as the liquid spread covering Snape from head to toe and shone brightly and Snape seemed to shrink then the liquid seeped into his skin and instead of Snape lying there, there was a tall teenage girl with jet black hair and too big robes.