Written for LJ Quote_Inspired challenge
Discalimer: Dont own Harry Potter or any of it's characters
Curse of Curiosity
Minerva McGonagall could do nothing more than shake her head and look at the headmaster with a look of utter exasperation on her face. Albus Dumbledore was currently sequestered in the hospital wing of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"It really is your own fault you know." She said with no sympathy what so ever and large amounts of amusement imbedded in her voice.
The headmaster tried to give her a very pitiful look. As though she had just told him that there were no more sherbet lemons in the universe and no one had the recipe to make more and then kicked a puppy in front of him. Tried to that is, it was a little difficult to distinguish any sort of look on his face due to the various hex's the old man had been hit with.
McGonagall admitted to herself that she was quite impressed at what Severus and Harry had been able to do to the old man with only a few spells. The old mans beard had completely disappeared and left in its place was cat whiskers which sprouted from just under the mans nose making it twitch constantly.
The pyjamas he had been forced into by one very irritated Madame Pomfrey had turned one of the deepest shades of black McGonagall had ever seen, they looked like he had raided Snape's wardrobe.
McGonagall and several of the other professors; including Professors Flitwick and Lupin, who had been dragged in, were completely unable to undo either of these spells, leading them to believe they had been cast by Harry due to the sheer power behind them.
Not only that but someone, Minerva suspected Severus, had hit the man with a boils curse that had hit him in the posterior most likely as he was leaving the room, Madame Pomfrey was currently searching through her stores, however the potion bottle containing the cure moved away from her every time she reached for it. Realising it would be a while before the Headmaster was released she decided to cave into her curiosity.
"What on this earth even possessed you to go into Severus' rooms anyway?" McGonagall asked.
"I was curious. Since I'm not a cat, that's not dangerous." He informed her. Minerva though he sounded like a small child explaining the universe to a fed up adult.
"I don't think that metaphor was designed to actually warn cats." Replied the Professor as she left the hospital wing laughing.
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