Chapter One
Defense Against the Dark Arts
It was a quiet day in Hogwarts Academy Of Wizardry. Severus Snape has been teaching D.A.D.A.
"Harry, can you cast the disappearing spell?" commanded Snape.
"Yes Sir." Harry replied.
As Harry was casting the spell, a disturbance from the back of the class room was distracting Harry. Draco had stolen Neville's magic wand. Harry Potter was not paying attention to what he had been saying. As the spell was just cast on Snape, everything went silent. Snape thought everyone had been shocked that he had disappeared, but something totally different had happened.
"See class, you saw me, but now you do not." Snape stated unhappily. Harry,it seems you've got a better grade than Dreadful."
Hermoinie started to giggle and a small smile grew on her face. Suddenly, the whole class started laughing! Severus became furious. Harry looked at the wand in his hands with grief and discomfort.
"What are all you mud bloods laughing at?!" Snape commanded.
Draco scrambled to the front of the room. He cast a spell on the chalkboard to turn it into a mirror behind Snape.
"Turn around, sir." Draco stated.
He had ran down the aisle back to where he was sitting. Snape turned around slowly to see what had happened. Snape had never seen anything like this before from all his years of teaching at Hogwarts. This, this was something very disturbing and spine chilling.
"Are you all right sir?" Harry asked.
"Am I alright?! Am I alright?!" Snape's voice grew louder. "No! I certainly am not alright Harry James Potter! I shall change your grade to TROLL!"
Harry quivered. He sat there at his desk silent. Not a single soul in the room could manifest what had just happened before their eyes. Snape, Severus Snape, had a miniature Snape dangling from his nose. He was furious. No one in the class had never seen him this angry in their lives.
"CLASS DISMISSED!" Snape screamed at the top of his lungs.
Everyone sprinted out the door into the hallway. The only one who lingered behind was Harry. Harry felt guilty and some-what proud for what he had done. He just looked at his feet and walked out the door.