Author's Note: Another one of Snape's tales from his time at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.
The Beauitfying PotionFred and George Weasley snuck around another corner as they slowly made their way towards Snape's office. The two twins chuckled as the bottle filled with a potion they cooked up sloshed around in Fred's hand.
"Who says we don't like our teachers, eh Fred?" George asked, laughing slightly as they neared the cruelest teacher in Hogwarts class room. It was said that when Snape first started teacher the students did something to him to make him detest children, but no one at Hogwarts could figure out who did, and they never would. Snape was too smart to drink a cup of coffee with a truth serum since he seemed to have a sixth scene about the fact that someone was trying to slip a potion by him. Someone in their first year had tried to stick and aging potion into Snape's drink and the kid just ended up in detention (and Snape didn't end up with a greasy beard to match his hair).
"I don't know George, Snape will sure love what we've cooked up for him!" Fred replied, holding up the bottle as he and his brother snuck around the corner, finding the room free of the nasty potions teachers. The two boys snuck into the room, looking around for a drink that they could slip their creation into.
"Water glass at ten o'clock." George pointed out as the two boys heard echoing footsteps quickly approaching. Snape was due back from his check on the Slytherin house any minute now.
Fred quickly leapt across the room and dumped their home-made potion into the glass of water and ducked into the shadows by the door with George. Both boys trying to be extremely quiet while they waited for the Professor to get into the class room and take a sip of his water. Then the fun would begin.
Snape walked down the Hogwarts hall as he rubbed the side of his head, trying to rid himself of the awful headache the nagging Slytherins had given him when he told them it was time to return to their dorms and sleep. He not only hated children because they insisted on pulling pranks him twenty-four seven but they also complained too much, and were extremely ungrateful for what they had and were always trying to get more. A longer bed time, more practice time, etcetera, etcetera. They never stopped their constant begging for more.
Sighing Snape pushed open the door to his class and was too blind by the thoughts dancing through his mind to even notice the two pairs of eyes watching him from the shadows. The 'potions master' also didn't realize that there had been a potion spilled into his drink until he was done drinking the last bit of his water in one huge gulp.
The tingling feeling in his face and at the roots of his hair woke him up and he wondered what potion some pranksters had slipped on him this time. While Snape quickly made his was over towards a mirror, Fred and George slipped out of the class room trying not to giggle at their teacher's new appearance.
The potion they had snuck into Snape's drink hadn't meant to do him any harm or turn his hair pink or anything. No, the twins had decided to be nice in one of their pranks for a change and had made a Beautifying Potion for their slightly un-attractive teacher.
"You remembered the camera, right George?" Fred asked, looking back at the potions room as he heard Snape let out a surprised yell.
"Of course, we have to remember this prank. It's the only time we plan on pulling a prank on anyone and being nice about." George replied as he pulled out a picture of their potions master with silky, long, supermodel black hair, a smaller almost perfect looking nose, and instead of looking willowy Snape was muscular.
The twins laughed as they heard another yell from the class room they had just left, and raced off down the halls back towards their common room before Snape heard them and start chasing after them.
Unfortunately for Snape, the next day the older students had their first Hogsmeade trip of the year. And, being much more attractive than normal with the help of the potion that had been slipped into his drink, almost every witch over the age of 23 was hitting on him like crazy and he had no idea how to make them stop.
From that day on, Snape had developed a minor fear of the woman in Hogsmeade. And also of supermodels with long black hair.
The End
