Authors note: I've never, ever, made a stupid fan fiction. And I don't plan to start.

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Harry Potter moaned inwardly as the idea of a whole year of potions class hit him. He noticed Snape wasn't treating him any differently then his first year; which obviously wasn't going to vary under any circumstances.

" Why start now?" Harry thought spitefully.

Not that he wanted pity; he got enough of that from everyone else- everyone he didn't want to treat him differently. But Snape seemed to be more vindictively cruel than usual. And Harry noticed the man was getting particularly fond of hissing insults under his breath at the "child oddity".

Yes, "child oddity", that was Harry's new title. Quite popular in the papers- and Harry had a nervous feeling that Snape was a regular subscriber.

Quickly Harry hid the article about the Ministry deaths under the table while Snape took attendance. Ron and Hermione sat close to him, reading a sentence or two whenever Harry dared to slip it into his view.

"- Death Eaters and casualties were found at the scene and identified.

Professor Dumbledore [Headmaster of Hogwarts] commented, " We are doing everything we can to save our youth from a violent world. There will be more hard times ahead but -"

"Mr. Potter, give that to me now." Snape's voice reverberated through the room in annoyance.

Harry looked up in time to see Malfoy's carefully aimed smirk. Snape floated his way up to Harry and roughly tore the paper from his hands.

"Potter, this isn't a daycare, and I'm not going to pamper you. You're in class! If you cannot give me your attention now then I shall have it later- 20 points from Gryfinndor and detention." Snape spat.

Harry knew better than argue, but it still didn't keep him from making obscene gestures under the table.

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"Tough luck Harry." Ron said as he walked his friend to the Potions room that night. "Who knows? Maybe Snape won't make you work at all. He'll just yell at you or something."

"Yeah." Harry said not sounding to convinced.

Snape must of heard their voices, because he stalked out of the door and greeted them in a vituperative manner.

"See you around" Harry muttered as he shut the potions door behind him.

Snape had Harry sit as he carried a bag of what seemed a million dirty jars. Who know what had died (or lived) in them.

"Your job is to clean all of these." Snape sneered as he waved his arms at the mass of jars. "The Boy Oddity can do that properly can he?" he smirked.

"Those damn journalists." Harry thought angrily.

"I won't allow you to leave until their finished." Snape said as a side comment to farther annoy Harry.

For a while Harry thought he could cope. He had done much more taxing work at the Dursey's house, and cleaning was his forced forte.

However, Snape seemed to get to his class' essay papers, and some of his comments made Harry want to crawl out of the room. No matter how hard he tried to get all of the jars done before Snape got to his paper, he realized it was a dying goal.

"Potter, did you think writing in an ungodly scrawl was going to shield how completely horrid your opening paragraph is?" Snape drawled.

Harry already knew it wasn't his best work. But he definitely didn't want to be there as Snape criticized it.

"I suppose you'll live off your fame because your mind obviously isn't going to get you anywhere." Snape spoke silkily. "And your grammar is hideous."

Harry felt the heat rising to his cheeks but refused to give Snape the satisfaction. To keep his composure, he imagined the look on Snape's face if he threw a glass jar at him.

"Well…" Snape said with a nasty smile on his face, "Don't expect a scholarship." And he very showily marked an "F" on Harry's paper.

Before Harry could loose his cool a knock on the door and the entrance of a uniformed teen walked in the door.

"Can I help you?" Snape said annoyed someone had interrupted.

"Package for Professor Snape." Said the boy in a cracked voice. "Sign here."

Snape winced at the sound, and signed quickly.

"You're Harry Potter!" the teenager said excited. "They told me you were here- but I didn't believe it!"

"Oh my god not now, not in front of Snape, please god…" Harry prayed scrubbing a jar harder. He became very aware two sets of eyes were on him.

"Hey can I have your-"

But it ended right there. Snape must have shut the door on him. Harry took a moment to thank his stars.

"Don't let your ten seconds of fame stop you Potter, that's only the first batch." Snape spat.

Harry secretly watched as Snape opened the parcel the delivery boy had handed him. It looked like a circular gold piece about the size of Harry's palm. Some picture was indented in it that Harry couldn't see.

"They can't be serious. They know I don't mess with this stuff." Snape muttered. To Harry's surprise Snape threw it in the trash.

"Before you leave, empty this." Snape scowled kicking the wastepaper basket. "And don't throw it anywhere you like, throw it away in the outside trashcans."

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Harry couldn't help but look at the jewel Snape had thrown away. It was such an odd thing to just toss, but Snape must have had some reason.

Harry stood there at the trashcans hesitating. Technically, it wasn't Snape's property anymore. He could always show it to Hermione later, she'd probably know what it was. Or Ron, if it was a common household item.

So Harry put it in his pocket.

Walking up the stairs Harry realized just how tired he was. He half-sighed the password to the Fat Lady and trudged up the stairs.

Everyone was already asleep, so Harry as quietly as he could slipped into his pajamas and didn't bother throwing his clothes into the clothes hamper.

That night he had a dreamless sleep…

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Harry groggily woke up, realizing it must have been daytime. He reached for his glasses on the shelf next to his bed.

However, his hand kept missing.

He finally took the effort to open his eyes and was shocked at what he had discovered. His eyes were entirely focused and clear. There wasn't any familiar blur.

"What the…"

And he sat up. Not only was the clarity unfamiliar, but so was the bed. The room.

A sickening feeling sprang up in Harry's stomach as the suggestion of Voldemort or dark magic whispered in his brain.

Harry jumped out of the bed quickly and noticed something.

He had never been that tall.

When ran to a mirror on the side of the bedroom and screamed.

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Snape felt drained and allowed himself to lie in bed while trying to make the effort to get up for the day. Normally he woke up naturally, but this morning he was having trouble. Just as he was drifting off, a loud, annoying beeping noise interrupted his half-slumber.

"What the hell?" Snape growled mentally at the noise. His eyes shot open as he heard a groan not to far away from him.

He was confused that someone else would be in his bedroom, but even more so that every shape resembled a furry blob.

"Time for a new day, eh Harry?" Dean Thomas said.

Snape sat up from the bed with such irate energy it surprised all the boys in the room.

"I can't see. What's going on? Why are you here- my voice!?" Snape said in a confused rambling.

The boys looked at each other a little worried.

"Here's your glasses Harry." Ron said handing them to the stupefied Professor.

Snape put them on and was able to see in the mirror across his bed.

He screamed.

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Authors Note: It picks up in due time.