Title: Honey Sweet
Summary: There's a new teacher at Hogwarts. She has been teaching Potions ever since Snape disappeared and only Dumbledore seems to know where he is. When Snape comes back, it seems he's not the only evil one now.
Disclaimers: I am not J.K. Rowling. Sometimes I may wish I was, but I'm not *sob* any ways. J.K. Rowling owns the stuff! I only own the story line and Melita Mikaels so yeah you've heard this all before.
Notes: So, on to the story! It's about halfway into their sixth year and Snape hasn't been there all year. The story might skip around from one point of view (POV) to another so just beware of that.
Chapter One: Introducing Professor Mikaels!!
*Harry's POV*
Harry Potter woke up and was almost late for breakfast. He got dressed as quickly as he could and ran to the Great Hall sitting down heavily into a chair next to Ron and Hermione.
"Hello," he slurred, still half asleep.
"Hi," Ron said distractedly reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning, Harry!" Hermione said cheerfully.
Harry winced. Hermione was entirely too cheerful in the mornings. He began to pile some eggs onto his plate, then began to pick at them, to tired to eat anything. Finally he gave up trying to make his food look more appetizing and pushed his plate away from himself so he could lie his head on the table.
"Better wake up soon," Ron said, still reading, "We have potions first."
Harry groaned. "I. hate. Mikaels!" he said, his head in his arms.
"Yeah, I was excited when I saw no Snape, but now," Ron sighed putting down his Daily Prophet, "She's just as evil as he is!"
"Well at least she doesn't have that unexplained loathing for Harry," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Ron gaped at her. "Hermione! She has an unexplained loathing for anyone and everyone!" Ron told her.
Hermione just shook her head looked through her schoolbooks.
"Well, let's go so we can get a good seat in the back," Harry said rising.
"Harry, you haven't eaten anything yet!" Hermione told him sternly.
"I-I-I'm not hungry," Harry said failing to stifle a yawn.
Hermione eyed him skeptically then the three of them walked out of the Great Hall to the dungeons.
*** *Professor Mikaels' POV*
Melita Mikaels gaped at Dumbledore. The news he had just given her was none to thrilling.
"But. why is he coming back so soon? I can't leave here, Dumbledore! What will happen when he comes and finds me teaching his class? He won't stand for it, I tell you, he won't!" she said matter-of-factly.
"I am aware of the. rivalry between you two," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "but I assure you, you don't have to leave the castle. I will arrange for you both to continue teaching the class."
Melita stared in shock. "But. but Dumbledore! We couldn't even stand being in the same house (A/N: Slytherin house), how do you expect to teach in the same classroom!" 'We'd have killed each other by the first week,' she thought to herself.
"I am sure the two of you can act like responsible adults in front of your students," Dumbledore said.
Melita scowled. She knew this was a lost argument. Dumbledore would have his way with this and wouldn't have it any other way if she wanted to stay in the castle.
"Alright, Dumbledore, I'll prepare things for him to come back tomorrow," she said grudgingly.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically.
Melita took this as her cue to leave and she rose from her seat and walked to the door.
"Good day, Professor," she said leaving.
"Good day." Dumbledore said when she's left, thoroughly amused, his eyes twinkling brightly.
*** *In the Potions Dungeon*
*Harry's point of view*
Harry had his head on his table, nearly asleep. He was so tired. he could hardly keep his eyes open. so they closed. thus he didn't notice the shadow suddenly standing over him.
"Ahem."
Harry opened his eyes slowly and look groggily up at Professor Mikaels.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't sleep in my class, Potter," the Professor snapped, "fifteen points from Gryffindor and you will come in for detention tomorrow." She turned her back to him and went to the front of the room again.
Harry glared sleepily at her back.
"Now that Potter has been kind enough to join the world of the living, everyone get out your supplies and start on your coloring potions that we took notes on yesterday," she said sharply. Then she turned and sat at her desk taking things from certain drawers and rearranging things and emptying shelves.
Harry tried to begin his potions, getting a spot next to Hermione so she could help him. He had just added the salamander skin when he heard muttering from Professor Mikaels.
"That stupid, old, long nosed, greasy haired, arrogant, basta-"
BOOM!!!
Harry's potion exploded at he accidentally added to much dragon-claw dust.
"POTTER!" Mikaels yelled as half the class was covered in orange goop.
Harry sputtered and coughed, being as it had covered him the most (head to foot in other words). Right before their eyes everyone who had at least a small speck of the potion on them began to change color.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor!" she screamed, "now everyone who has been touched with the potions come to my desk and I will give you the antidote!"
Half the class walked up and waited in line to be changed to their original color. When it was Harry's turn, Mikaels cleaned the potion from him, but he continued to change colors.
"You will stay the way you are until I decide to give you the antidote. It was your potion, so maybe you pay more attention in the future!" she snarled.
"But, Professor!" Harry began.
"Shut it, Potter! There are people behind you who need to be cured, now go back to you seat!" she snapped.
"But-"
"YOUR SEAT, POTTER!"
Harry turned red (literally) and went to sit down turning purple, then blue.
"I suddenly miss Snape."
Okay, so there it is! Review!! Reviews are wonderful! Mikaels doesn't totally hate Harry. This was just one of his bad days. She doesn't favor anyone, so yeah. Just thought I would make that clear. Anyhoo! Review! Tell me what you think!
Summary: There's a new teacher at Hogwarts. She has been teaching Potions ever since Snape disappeared and only Dumbledore seems to know where he is. When Snape comes back, it seems he's not the only evil one now.
Disclaimers: I am not J.K. Rowling. Sometimes I may wish I was, but I'm not *sob* any ways. J.K. Rowling owns the stuff! I only own the story line and Melita Mikaels so yeah you've heard this all before.
Notes: So, on to the story! It's about halfway into their sixth year and Snape hasn't been there all year. The story might skip around from one point of view (POV) to another so just beware of that.
Chapter One: Introducing Professor Mikaels!!
*Harry's POV*
Harry Potter woke up and was almost late for breakfast. He got dressed as quickly as he could and ran to the Great Hall sitting down heavily into a chair next to Ron and Hermione.
"Hello," he slurred, still half asleep.
"Hi," Ron said distractedly reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning, Harry!" Hermione said cheerfully.
Harry winced. Hermione was entirely too cheerful in the mornings. He began to pile some eggs onto his plate, then began to pick at them, to tired to eat anything. Finally he gave up trying to make his food look more appetizing and pushed his plate away from himself so he could lie his head on the table.
"Better wake up soon," Ron said, still reading, "We have potions first."
Harry groaned. "I. hate. Mikaels!" he said, his head in his arms.
"Yeah, I was excited when I saw no Snape, but now," Ron sighed putting down his Daily Prophet, "She's just as evil as he is!"
"Well at least she doesn't have that unexplained loathing for Harry," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Ron gaped at her. "Hermione! She has an unexplained loathing for anyone and everyone!" Ron told her.
Hermione just shook her head looked through her schoolbooks.
"Well, let's go so we can get a good seat in the back," Harry said rising.
"Harry, you haven't eaten anything yet!" Hermione told him sternly.
"I-I-I'm not hungry," Harry said failing to stifle a yawn.
Hermione eyed him skeptically then the three of them walked out of the Great Hall to the dungeons.
*** *Professor Mikaels' POV*
Melita Mikaels gaped at Dumbledore. The news he had just given her was none to thrilling.
"But. why is he coming back so soon? I can't leave here, Dumbledore! What will happen when he comes and finds me teaching his class? He won't stand for it, I tell you, he won't!" she said matter-of-factly.
"I am aware of the. rivalry between you two," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "but I assure you, you don't have to leave the castle. I will arrange for you both to continue teaching the class."
Melita stared in shock. "But. but Dumbledore! We couldn't even stand being in the same house (A/N: Slytherin house), how do you expect to teach in the same classroom!" 'We'd have killed each other by the first week,' she thought to herself.
"I am sure the two of you can act like responsible adults in front of your students," Dumbledore said.
Melita scowled. She knew this was a lost argument. Dumbledore would have his way with this and wouldn't have it any other way if she wanted to stay in the castle.
"Alright, Dumbledore, I'll prepare things for him to come back tomorrow," she said grudgingly.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically.
Melita took this as her cue to leave and she rose from her seat and walked to the door.
"Good day, Professor," she said leaving.
"Good day." Dumbledore said when she's left, thoroughly amused, his eyes twinkling brightly.
*** *In the Potions Dungeon*
*Harry's point of view*
Harry had his head on his table, nearly asleep. He was so tired. he could hardly keep his eyes open. so they closed. thus he didn't notice the shadow suddenly standing over him.
"Ahem."
Harry opened his eyes slowly and look groggily up at Professor Mikaels.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't sleep in my class, Potter," the Professor snapped, "fifteen points from Gryffindor and you will come in for detention tomorrow." She turned her back to him and went to the front of the room again.
Harry glared sleepily at her back.
"Now that Potter has been kind enough to join the world of the living, everyone get out your supplies and start on your coloring potions that we took notes on yesterday," she said sharply. Then she turned and sat at her desk taking things from certain drawers and rearranging things and emptying shelves.
Harry tried to begin his potions, getting a spot next to Hermione so she could help him. He had just added the salamander skin when he heard muttering from Professor Mikaels.
"That stupid, old, long nosed, greasy haired, arrogant, basta-"
BOOM!!!
Harry's potion exploded at he accidentally added to much dragon-claw dust.
"POTTER!" Mikaels yelled as half the class was covered in orange goop.
Harry sputtered and coughed, being as it had covered him the most (head to foot in other words). Right before their eyes everyone who had at least a small speck of the potion on them began to change color.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor!" she screamed, "now everyone who has been touched with the potions come to my desk and I will give you the antidote!"
Half the class walked up and waited in line to be changed to their original color. When it was Harry's turn, Mikaels cleaned the potion from him, but he continued to change colors.
"You will stay the way you are until I decide to give you the antidote. It was your potion, so maybe you pay more attention in the future!" she snarled.
"But, Professor!" Harry began.
"Shut it, Potter! There are people behind you who need to be cured, now go back to you seat!" she snapped.
"But-"
"YOUR SEAT, POTTER!"
Harry turned red (literally) and went to sit down turning purple, then blue.
"I suddenly miss Snape."
Okay, so there it is! Review!! Reviews are wonderful! Mikaels doesn't totally hate Harry. This was just one of his bad days. She doesn't favor anyone, so yeah. Just thought I would make that clear. Anyhoo! Review! Tell me what you think!