Title: Revenge is Sweet
Summary: Severus stumbles upon an ideal opportunity.
Pairing/Characters: Severus, James, and Sirius
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Written for Speed Drabble: Croak, yellow, lawn. I'm not sure what year the boys are in but I imagine they would be in one of the lower years; first or second maybe.

Severus Snape looked up and enjoyed the sight of a moonless, cloudless night. It was a calm one; no wind. It was peaceful. Severus enjoyed the peace for a few more minutes but found himself conscious of the time; he didn't want to be out after curfew, after all. He lowered his eyes and started heading back, the lantern in his hand casting a yellow glow over the Quidditch lawn.

A sound behind Severus had him spinning around quickly, wand raised. What he saw caused a scowl to automatically form on his face. What are Potter and Black doing here?

He watched them, their heads down, as they snuck into the Slytherin change rooms and he started to smile. They didn't know he was here.

Casting a muffling charm on his feet and placing his lantern on the ground, Severus followed them. He kept a distance between them until they stopped inside the change rooms, giggling like school girls.

"They'll never know what hit them," Black whispered.

Potter smirked at him, placing a pillow case filled with who-knows-what on the ground. "Gryffindor will definitely win next game."

Severus sneered at the boys before raising his wand and pointing it at Potter first. He whispered a spell softly and watched Potter jerk and rub his throat.

"You okay?" Black asked when he saw his friend's discomfort.

Severus took the chance to mutter his next spell, the more obvious one. Black's robes immediately changed to Slytherin green and silver, all the way down to his shoes; one green and one silver.

"What on earth," Black said, looking down at himself.

Potter opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. Instead, a loud, long croak emerged. Potter's eyes widened and his cheeks immediately flushed red.

Severus smirked, backing away from the scene; no way was he getting caught. He retreated to pick up his lantern before leaving for his common room. Revenge was sweet.

(w.c 323)

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