The 'people who turn into things that sound like their names' has found its next victim: the entire cast of characters within Harry Potter. who to blame for this? the reveiwer who suggested it... cherri202 i believe.
Professor Snape the random shape.
A/N: anyone familiar with my infamous 'people who turn into things that sound like their name' series (about Smallville) will understand the idea behind this fic. Anyone who isn't… well the title really says it all. I guess it's slightly, or severely depending on how it turns out, AU and Snape is still teaching at Hogwarts.
Dislcaimer: i don't own Harry Potter: that probably a good thing. I also don't own the word 'flollop' i believ that belongs to douglas Adams
It was an average day for the grimy potions master before it happened; he'd spent it punishing Gryffindor's and pondering whether he came across as sinister but sexy or down right evil. Undoubtedly to the students he intimidated he was the latter, but he got a strange feeling that; somewhere a large community of muggles found him attractive in some way. This thought was worrying for a number of reasons, firstly why would any muggles, he shuddered at the word, know anything about him and secondly why weren't they intimidated by him!
These thoughts aside, his day had not been wholly unpleasant: he had managed to take a total of 243 points from Gryffindor in a single lesson, a record achievement.
Hunched over a cauldron with a sense of smug satisfaction he added some little known ingredient to a bubbling mixture. He wasn't yet sure what this mixture would do but he never failed to create something interesting and if worst came to worst it was bound to be suitably threatening to send Neville Longbottom into shivers of terror, if he suggested the stupid boy be careful what he drink. Besides, he enjoyed experimenting with potions: it was a way to relax after a long day of terrorising students.
He glanced at his concoction as it changed colour to a vibrant orange; it must be done, whatever it was for. Checking the list of things he had added, the smile on the potion masters face faded a little: it shouldn't really do anything important. The ingredients almost exactly counterbalanced one another and aside from the pleasant odour escaping from the massive cauldron it was really useless. He doubted that it could even satisfy the task of scaring Neville.
Casting a quick spell to dispose of the perfume like potion Snape found a strange feeling overcome him. It was, I assure you, quite unrelated to the potion that had just disappeared and entirely connected to the inexplicable, and also unrelated to the potion, transformation that was overcoming the Hogwarts Professor.
Where a moment before had stood a truly unpleasant potions master, now stood, or rather flolloped a truly bizarre object. It was dark in colouring, though not quite black and almost circular except for the strange spikes that seemed to stick out and disappear from the random shape.
It was the next day before anyone next entered the potions lab and discovered the shape, 'flolloping' near to Snape's desk.
"What's that?" asked a quiet first year Ravenclaw
"I don't know' replied his friend in a whisper, "but I wonder where Snape is?"
"I bet that is Snape," said the first, "something horrible has happened to him," and then added after a brief pause, "serves him right."
"I wish," and with that the two first years laughed heartily as the rest of their class arrived to be puzzled by the strange sight.