Potions Master Down
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By Mae Noelle
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Disclaimer -- I don't own a thing. In this story. Nope, though it is brilliantly written to fool you all, this actually belongs to a more brilliant author, JKR, to whom I am indebted with my life. All praise JKR!
Summary -- Oh my GOSH! Yes! I know just EXACTLY what you are thinking! Oh, no, can this be another cliché stupid retardedly written foolish fast- moving all-sex un-creative Herm/mini-snape youth potion story?! Well, I am afraid it just might be. With the exception of the sex. Yes, so all you perverted people out there, begone. *Watches as 99% of people walk away* No! Come back! I was just joking!
Authors Note -- *begins with droll, usual, unchanging beginning to all fanfics she writes* This story is thanks to the magical, amazing muse Duck- WAIT A MINUTE! Guess what, everyone! I am actually writing this story by myself so far! Yes, I know what you are thinking! 'This won't last long..' . And, you are probably right. Ducky, my magical muse, is the essential being to every creative plot in the world, which is why so far she isn't here. Uncreative plot-line. But once it starts being creative, I assure you, Ducky is behind it all. (Don't worry though, I promise it is still good! She did read over this and approve, so I promise it is good)
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Chapter one
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Severus Snape sat stiffly in the chair by his desk, his arms folded and almost lost in the many folds of his draping black robe, and waited impatiently for the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins ready themselves for the beginning of potions class.
The noisy students entered one by one, hushing almost instantaneously after reaching a certain distance from their silent and brooding Potions Professor, otherwise of whom they paid no attention.
Severus taped his fingers slightly on his arm, leaning back in his chair and tilting his head up slightly, narrowing his eyes and emanating a more prominent evilness which caused the students to magically find their way to their seats faster.
Once everyone had reached their spots, and had taken out the stack of parchments which had been due of them this very morning, Severus stood effortlessly, and glided his way to the front of the room, his arms still folded.
"I trust every," He moved his gaze across the first row of Gryffindors, undoubtedly sending shivers up the spines of the more weak ones, and maybe more for Longbottom, "Single," He moved his gaze onto Potter, Weasely, and Granger, who all had on looks indifference. "One of you," His gaze swept over the remaining class. "Has brought in your reports, finished, on how to make your seventh year potions project." He paced slowly before the front tables. "I need not add that you must have every single piece of information needed to complete your project, including your list of ingredients needed and exactly how much used, in what order, what time of day and every other detail. I dare say you all remember you are to make an antidote for your potion as well?" He sneered and brought his glare down onto Longbottom, who was whimpering and leafing through his papers rapidly. "So I would document everything very well, if you wish to pass potions class your last year at Hogwarts.
"As your final and most important Potions project in your education here at Hogwarts, I will entrust you to the use of every store - including my own private store, should I happen to approve the item, your potion, and you." He turned his gaze to Malfoy, who smirked, turned to his two thick-skulled cronies, and nodded. "Many of our more recently developed potions in the wizarding world today were thought up here in this potions room, and I would hope that the time I have given-" At this some of the students rolled their eyes. He had given them three weeks! What more could they ask for? "And I would hope that with the time I have given, you have met up to the requirements of this potion to be useful to every aspect of the wizarding world, and to already prepare for it being published and issued, so do not. Mess. Up."
Severus took in a breath, enjoying the looks of absolute horror on most of the students' faces. They should have taken this Potions assignment more seriously. He had basically already given this speech at the beginning of term; they were all fully aware of what they were getting into.
"I would not advise any of you to rush your potion, to get it done with before the end of terms, to leave time for you to laze off," Or to show off, he mentally added. "For if the case does arise, I will assign you tedious potions I need done until the end of terms." With this mentioned he turned to Granger, and she looked a bit miffed at her being singled out. "Likewise do not draw out your potion making. I shall check each potion individually, put them through tests, and I will be able to tell if they could have been made in a day or two instead of a few months," He looked around the students, seeing some looking very disappointed, one of which was Malfoy.
He turned his back to the students, and made his way to his desk. He turned back and unfolded his arms, placing his hands flat on the desktop. He leaned forwards slightly, staring each student in the eye. "You may all begin."
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Hermione made her way down the corridor, brushing past students, one hand holding her bag to her side, the other up on her chest, unintentionally protecting her Head Girl badge.
"Hermione! Hermione! Could you possibly walk any faster? Lunch won't run away!"
Hermione turned her head slightly, not slowing her pace.
"Why must you two walk so slow? I don't want to waste any time that I could spend studying for the-" She stopped at the top of the staircase, which she was not prepared for, and wobbled slightly at the edge of the step. A tug behind her kept her from tumbling down the stairs, and the voice to the person grabbing the back of her robe spoke up.
"Hermione, you know as well as we do that you are going to get the best grade on the Potions Project, and yet you are ten times as worried as the rest of us! Lighten up, and at least walk five miles per hour slower down to the Great Hall." Harry steadied the things in his hand and began walking down the stairs, fixing his glasses and trying to pat down his black disheveled hair.
Hermione sighed, looked back at Ron, who was still taking his leisure walking across the corridor. She gave him a look and began bounding down the stairs.
"You know what I don't get though?" Ron said suddenly, as he joined Harry and Hermione for lunch. "How on earth did Neville get something together?" He looked between his two friends. "I mean, I am sure Neville is fully capable," He looked around the table for Neville. "But I just don't see the sense. It can't possibly be a very good potion- I never saw him down at the library looking things up or studying down in the common for it or anything," Ron grabbed some things and put them on his plate, and hastily began to fork them into his mouth.
Harry looked at Hermione. "You wouldn't have helped him with this, would you, Hermione?" He narrowed his eyes. "Because I strictly remember professor Snape telling us we were forbidden to share ideas or anything of the sort with other classmates - they had to be our own creations. And I remember Snape staring specifically at you and Neville when saying so, too."
"True, that is," Ron said hastily, pointing his fork at Hermione, bits of food flying from his mouth. "If Neville's potion even so much as slightly sounds possible or even thinks about working, Snape'll know you've helped him with it." He swallowed. "That greasy git might even go as far as to keep you from passing, should he even slightly suspect you had anything to do with it."
Hermione shifted in her seat, and looked at her friends uncomfortably. "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let him do such a thing, especially not to me," She puffed out her chest, and looked fondly down at her badge. "Dumbledore would know that Snape would just be trying to mess with things." She poked at her food, and went back to reading her potion notes.
"So you did help Neville then!" Ron sputtered. "Hermione, you should've left him to himself on this one. If he passes potions, it will be all you - and he will have done almost nothing. Not that he has really done anything these seven years. You're always there, whispering hints to him and such." Ron trailed off and scrunched his nose.
Harry turned to Hermione. "Why did you go so far as to completely make up a new potion for Neville to use? That must've been loads of work, having to look up everything for two potions." He put a fork full of food in his mouth.
Hermione turned her gaze from Harry to her plate, which was untouched. "Well, I wasn't going to tell anyone, because I didn't want it getting around, and risk getting in trouble, but, I did basically give up an entire potions work to Neville. all he has to do is follow the instructions and write down exactly what he does."
Ron put down his fork and looked incredulously at Hermione.
She put her papers down in her lap. "Well! Let me explain. See, I read about the fountain of youth over this summer, and immediately my interest was sparked in the area. So I developed a potion to try and create bottled youth. I knew we were going to this project this year from past seventh years, and I wanted to be prepared. But then earlier this school year, I came upon a brilliant discovery - based upon the knowledge I have gotten from studying muggle sciences and chemistry over the summers, I came up with the idea to bring atoms together under extreme heat and pressure through special ingredients to isolate molecules and fuse them back together under different formations to create gold and-"
Hermione stopped and looked at the looks of absolute confusion on her friends' faces. She coughed and resumed.
"Well, anyways, I came upon a better potion, and I didn't want to use my youth potion anymore. But I couldn't bare to just discard it for the moment, and Neville came to me for help, as he knew he would need it for the Potions project, and so I let him borrow it." Hermione coughed and breathed in deep, going back to reading her potion notes.
Ron blinked after a minute, and turned his head again towards Hermione. "Well, Harry, I don't know about you, but I didn't catch a word of that. And nor do I want to. I shall content myself with the fact that Hermione cheated on this Potions project, and will get the best grade of all."
Harry chewed thoughtfully, and twirled his fork on his plate, like there was invisible spaghetti mounded on it. "Herm, tell us about the youth potion idea. If it works, will it be like, 'take a sip and become a year younger'? You could make so much money off of that if it worked."
Hermione sighed and looked up from her potion notes again. "Well," she started, looking Harry in the eye, but not clearly seeing him. She thought back to her notes she had taken on the youth potion, and. "It wasn't my purpose for the potion to permanently keep the drinker young, but rather to have them become young and only stay that way for an hour, or up to a week, or month, depending on the conditions of the brew. The youth potion is supposed to work as follows: When seven milliliters are taken orally (having been stewed for a month, with ten lacewings, stirred to the right), the drinker should appear one year younger. 14 milliliters, two years. They will retain their knowledge, and not forget anything at all, but the memories of the years taken away would seem more dream like. So, for instance, if you took a swig, Harry, right now, and you became sixteen, everything that has happened for the past year you would still remember, any new spells you learned would still be accessible, but you would feel sixteen, look sixteen, act sixteen, be sixteen - but mentally, you are seventeen." Hermione sighed and looked back down to her notes.
She looked back up at Ron, whose mouth was slightly open. She gave him a questioning look.
"Hermione?" He said unbelievingly. "How on earth do you think these things up?"
"It's magic, Ron." She said bluntly, and looked irritated (but somewhat complimented) back down to her notes.
"So when would the person be snapped out of the potion?" Harry questioned, once more interrupted Hermione's study.
"I told you - it is different, depending on how you stew it. If you took one years worth, to take you back a year, it could only last for a day, or up to a year. So if you took it, you could be seventeen today, sixteen tomorrow, and then seventeen the next day. Or sixteen for a week, and then after a week, you wake up seventeen. Or sixteen for a month, and wake up seventeen. Or sixteen for a year, and wake up seventeen - but in the case it lasts a whole year, it would indeed be a true youth potion, because it would have stopped your physical deterioration for a year. So when you should be eighteen you are only seventeen." Hermione stopped to ponder her logic for a moment, to explain the potion in the simplest way possible - if it was possible. "But in the case someone takes a gulp that makes them look twenty years younger, and the potion is to last for a year, or to last for twenty years. I did not look that far into it, because of so many complications, but as far as I figured, when I was researching possibilities, anything over so many years would just act like a youth potion. so you take twenty years worth, boom, your twenty years younger, no going back." Hermione hoped she sounded as clear as it was in her head, but the looks she received told her otherwise.
She sighed.
"I promise you, you shall come to understand it, when the need arises."
They took this with content, and Ron looked back up at Hermione.
"You know, I did mostly understand that," He said proudly, stuffing more food in his mouth.
"Well, that is great and everything, but could you two please let me to my studying now?" She sighed impatiently, and looked down for the last time at her potion notes.
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WELL, ok, I hoped that is enough to suffice. I promise though, for future reference, if anything is unclear, it will become clear. In the unfortunate case it does not make itself clear to you later on through the story, please put your question in a review and I will do my best to answer questions. Hopefully for now there is none.
My chappies are never shorter then five pages - if you know my stories at all, they are ALWAYS ten pages or more, to keep the reader interested. But I am afraid that this is just the intro, and I want response.
And not that I am complaining, but I realize that stories that are usually crappily written, really short, all sex and no plot, usually have more admirers and reviews then my stories tend to have. ( I get sad sometimes. So please review and tell me if you want me to continue with this over suspenseful plot (lol) and even if you don't more will come.
OK -- byebyes!
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By Mae Noelle
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Disclaimer -- I don't own a thing. In this story. Nope, though it is brilliantly written to fool you all, this actually belongs to a more brilliant author, JKR, to whom I am indebted with my life. All praise JKR!
Summary -- Oh my GOSH! Yes! I know just EXACTLY what you are thinking! Oh, no, can this be another cliché stupid retardedly written foolish fast- moving all-sex un-creative Herm/mini-snape youth potion story?! Well, I am afraid it just might be. With the exception of the sex. Yes, so all you perverted people out there, begone. *Watches as 99% of people walk away* No! Come back! I was just joking!
Authors Note -- *begins with droll, usual, unchanging beginning to all fanfics she writes* This story is thanks to the magical, amazing muse Duck- WAIT A MINUTE! Guess what, everyone! I am actually writing this story by myself so far! Yes, I know what you are thinking! 'This won't last long..' . And, you are probably right. Ducky, my magical muse, is the essential being to every creative plot in the world, which is why so far she isn't here. Uncreative plot-line. But once it starts being creative, I assure you, Ducky is behind it all. (Don't worry though, I promise it is still good! She did read over this and approve, so I promise it is good)
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Chapter one
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Severus Snape sat stiffly in the chair by his desk, his arms folded and almost lost in the many folds of his draping black robe, and waited impatiently for the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins ready themselves for the beginning of potions class.
The noisy students entered one by one, hushing almost instantaneously after reaching a certain distance from their silent and brooding Potions Professor, otherwise of whom they paid no attention.
Severus taped his fingers slightly on his arm, leaning back in his chair and tilting his head up slightly, narrowing his eyes and emanating a more prominent evilness which caused the students to magically find their way to their seats faster.
Once everyone had reached their spots, and had taken out the stack of parchments which had been due of them this very morning, Severus stood effortlessly, and glided his way to the front of the room, his arms still folded.
"I trust every," He moved his gaze across the first row of Gryffindors, undoubtedly sending shivers up the spines of the more weak ones, and maybe more for Longbottom, "Single," He moved his gaze onto Potter, Weasely, and Granger, who all had on looks indifference. "One of you," His gaze swept over the remaining class. "Has brought in your reports, finished, on how to make your seventh year potions project." He paced slowly before the front tables. "I need not add that you must have every single piece of information needed to complete your project, including your list of ingredients needed and exactly how much used, in what order, what time of day and every other detail. I dare say you all remember you are to make an antidote for your potion as well?" He sneered and brought his glare down onto Longbottom, who was whimpering and leafing through his papers rapidly. "So I would document everything very well, if you wish to pass potions class your last year at Hogwarts.
"As your final and most important Potions project in your education here at Hogwarts, I will entrust you to the use of every store - including my own private store, should I happen to approve the item, your potion, and you." He turned his gaze to Malfoy, who smirked, turned to his two thick-skulled cronies, and nodded. "Many of our more recently developed potions in the wizarding world today were thought up here in this potions room, and I would hope that the time I have given-" At this some of the students rolled their eyes. He had given them three weeks! What more could they ask for? "And I would hope that with the time I have given, you have met up to the requirements of this potion to be useful to every aspect of the wizarding world, and to already prepare for it being published and issued, so do not. Mess. Up."
Severus took in a breath, enjoying the looks of absolute horror on most of the students' faces. They should have taken this Potions assignment more seriously. He had basically already given this speech at the beginning of term; they were all fully aware of what they were getting into.
"I would not advise any of you to rush your potion, to get it done with before the end of terms, to leave time for you to laze off," Or to show off, he mentally added. "For if the case does arise, I will assign you tedious potions I need done until the end of terms." With this mentioned he turned to Granger, and she looked a bit miffed at her being singled out. "Likewise do not draw out your potion making. I shall check each potion individually, put them through tests, and I will be able to tell if they could have been made in a day or two instead of a few months," He looked around the students, seeing some looking very disappointed, one of which was Malfoy.
He turned his back to the students, and made his way to his desk. He turned back and unfolded his arms, placing his hands flat on the desktop. He leaned forwards slightly, staring each student in the eye. "You may all begin."
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Hermione made her way down the corridor, brushing past students, one hand holding her bag to her side, the other up on her chest, unintentionally protecting her Head Girl badge.
"Hermione! Hermione! Could you possibly walk any faster? Lunch won't run away!"
Hermione turned her head slightly, not slowing her pace.
"Why must you two walk so slow? I don't want to waste any time that I could spend studying for the-" She stopped at the top of the staircase, which she was not prepared for, and wobbled slightly at the edge of the step. A tug behind her kept her from tumbling down the stairs, and the voice to the person grabbing the back of her robe spoke up.
"Hermione, you know as well as we do that you are going to get the best grade on the Potions Project, and yet you are ten times as worried as the rest of us! Lighten up, and at least walk five miles per hour slower down to the Great Hall." Harry steadied the things in his hand and began walking down the stairs, fixing his glasses and trying to pat down his black disheveled hair.
Hermione sighed, looked back at Ron, who was still taking his leisure walking across the corridor. She gave him a look and began bounding down the stairs.
"You know what I don't get though?" Ron said suddenly, as he joined Harry and Hermione for lunch. "How on earth did Neville get something together?" He looked between his two friends. "I mean, I am sure Neville is fully capable," He looked around the table for Neville. "But I just don't see the sense. It can't possibly be a very good potion- I never saw him down at the library looking things up or studying down in the common for it or anything," Ron grabbed some things and put them on his plate, and hastily began to fork them into his mouth.
Harry looked at Hermione. "You wouldn't have helped him with this, would you, Hermione?" He narrowed his eyes. "Because I strictly remember professor Snape telling us we were forbidden to share ideas or anything of the sort with other classmates - they had to be our own creations. And I remember Snape staring specifically at you and Neville when saying so, too."
"True, that is," Ron said hastily, pointing his fork at Hermione, bits of food flying from his mouth. "If Neville's potion even so much as slightly sounds possible or even thinks about working, Snape'll know you've helped him with it." He swallowed. "That greasy git might even go as far as to keep you from passing, should he even slightly suspect you had anything to do with it."
Hermione shifted in her seat, and looked at her friends uncomfortably. "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let him do such a thing, especially not to me," She puffed out her chest, and looked fondly down at her badge. "Dumbledore would know that Snape would just be trying to mess with things." She poked at her food, and went back to reading her potion notes.
"So you did help Neville then!" Ron sputtered. "Hermione, you should've left him to himself on this one. If he passes potions, it will be all you - and he will have done almost nothing. Not that he has really done anything these seven years. You're always there, whispering hints to him and such." Ron trailed off and scrunched his nose.
Harry turned to Hermione. "Why did you go so far as to completely make up a new potion for Neville to use? That must've been loads of work, having to look up everything for two potions." He put a fork full of food in his mouth.
Hermione turned her gaze from Harry to her plate, which was untouched. "Well, I wasn't going to tell anyone, because I didn't want it getting around, and risk getting in trouble, but, I did basically give up an entire potions work to Neville. all he has to do is follow the instructions and write down exactly what he does."
Ron put down his fork and looked incredulously at Hermione.
She put her papers down in her lap. "Well! Let me explain. See, I read about the fountain of youth over this summer, and immediately my interest was sparked in the area. So I developed a potion to try and create bottled youth. I knew we were going to this project this year from past seventh years, and I wanted to be prepared. But then earlier this school year, I came upon a brilliant discovery - based upon the knowledge I have gotten from studying muggle sciences and chemistry over the summers, I came up with the idea to bring atoms together under extreme heat and pressure through special ingredients to isolate molecules and fuse them back together under different formations to create gold and-"
Hermione stopped and looked at the looks of absolute confusion on her friends' faces. She coughed and resumed.
"Well, anyways, I came upon a better potion, and I didn't want to use my youth potion anymore. But I couldn't bare to just discard it for the moment, and Neville came to me for help, as he knew he would need it for the Potions project, and so I let him borrow it." Hermione coughed and breathed in deep, going back to reading her potion notes.
Ron blinked after a minute, and turned his head again towards Hermione. "Well, Harry, I don't know about you, but I didn't catch a word of that. And nor do I want to. I shall content myself with the fact that Hermione cheated on this Potions project, and will get the best grade of all."
Harry chewed thoughtfully, and twirled his fork on his plate, like there was invisible spaghetti mounded on it. "Herm, tell us about the youth potion idea. If it works, will it be like, 'take a sip and become a year younger'? You could make so much money off of that if it worked."
Hermione sighed and looked up from her potion notes again. "Well," she started, looking Harry in the eye, but not clearly seeing him. She thought back to her notes she had taken on the youth potion, and. "It wasn't my purpose for the potion to permanently keep the drinker young, but rather to have them become young and only stay that way for an hour, or up to a week, or month, depending on the conditions of the brew. The youth potion is supposed to work as follows: When seven milliliters are taken orally (having been stewed for a month, with ten lacewings, stirred to the right), the drinker should appear one year younger. 14 milliliters, two years. They will retain their knowledge, and not forget anything at all, but the memories of the years taken away would seem more dream like. So, for instance, if you took a swig, Harry, right now, and you became sixteen, everything that has happened for the past year you would still remember, any new spells you learned would still be accessible, but you would feel sixteen, look sixteen, act sixteen, be sixteen - but mentally, you are seventeen." Hermione sighed and looked back down to her notes.
She looked back up at Ron, whose mouth was slightly open. She gave him a questioning look.
"Hermione?" He said unbelievingly. "How on earth do you think these things up?"
"It's magic, Ron." She said bluntly, and looked irritated (but somewhat complimented) back down to her notes.
"So when would the person be snapped out of the potion?" Harry questioned, once more interrupted Hermione's study.
"I told you - it is different, depending on how you stew it. If you took one years worth, to take you back a year, it could only last for a day, or up to a year. So if you took it, you could be seventeen today, sixteen tomorrow, and then seventeen the next day. Or sixteen for a week, and then after a week, you wake up seventeen. Or sixteen for a month, and wake up seventeen. Or sixteen for a year, and wake up seventeen - but in the case it lasts a whole year, it would indeed be a true youth potion, because it would have stopped your physical deterioration for a year. So when you should be eighteen you are only seventeen." Hermione stopped to ponder her logic for a moment, to explain the potion in the simplest way possible - if it was possible. "But in the case someone takes a gulp that makes them look twenty years younger, and the potion is to last for a year, or to last for twenty years. I did not look that far into it, because of so many complications, but as far as I figured, when I was researching possibilities, anything over so many years would just act like a youth potion. so you take twenty years worth, boom, your twenty years younger, no going back." Hermione hoped she sounded as clear as it was in her head, but the looks she received told her otherwise.
She sighed.
"I promise you, you shall come to understand it, when the need arises."
They took this with content, and Ron looked back up at Hermione.
"You know, I did mostly understand that," He said proudly, stuffing more food in his mouth.
"Well, that is great and everything, but could you two please let me to my studying now?" She sighed impatiently, and looked down for the last time at her potion notes.
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WELL, ok, I hoped that is enough to suffice. I promise though, for future reference, if anything is unclear, it will become clear. In the unfortunate case it does not make itself clear to you later on through the story, please put your question in a review and I will do my best to answer questions. Hopefully for now there is none.
My chappies are never shorter then five pages - if you know my stories at all, they are ALWAYS ten pages or more, to keep the reader interested. But I am afraid that this is just the intro, and I want response.
And not that I am complaining, but I realize that stories that are usually crappily written, really short, all sex and no plot, usually have more admirers and reviews then my stories tend to have. ( I get sad sometimes. So please review and tell me if you want me to continue with this over suspenseful plot (lol) and even if you don't more will come.
OK -- byebyes!
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