[a/n]The world's great experiment had its quadrennial dance almost 2 weeks ago. I picture Bill Murray in Groundhog Day saying "It's Election Day AGAIN!" Whattamess!

[a/n1]Last add was a pick on Dumbles. This one, a pick on Snape. Enjoy.

Harry Does Different CCCLXII

Anger Management

"You are here Potter, to learn the art of focus and concentration. To keep an invader out of you mind." Professor Snape had hazed the younger wizard through half the school, never minding who might see, from the Headmaster's tower office to his own in the dungeon. "Legilimens!"

Some minutes later the 'lesson' was at an end and after being insulted snapped "Well MAYBE I would be so pathetic if you actually taught something."

"Insolent." The teacher sneered then commanded "If asked about this, we will take advantage of another of your inadequacies. You will explain I am teaching you remedial Potions. Now you may go."

Harry stormed out. And back in the Gryffindor Common Room he slumped down on the couch between his best friends.

"Alright there mate?" Asked Ron while Hermione rubbed a shoulder.

He begrudgingly offered the excuse given "Snape is teaching me remedial Potions." He then noticed Lavender Brown pretending not to overhear and leaned closer, pitching his voice just so "At least THAT'S what he told me to say. Seems there've been complaints and since he likes me least, I'd be the perfect one to help with anger management."

"Anger management? What's that?" asked Ron.

Hermione, of course, knew the dictionary definition "Anger management is a psycho-therapeutic program for anger prevention and control. It has been described as deploying anger successfully. Four techniques - - -"

"LALALALALALA!" Ron pressed his fists against his ears "Harry make her stop it burns!"

Harry giggled a bit and waved her to silence "The theory is dear Snivilus can't control his temper, so the best way to teach him is to give him a constant dose of something…or in this case, someone…who he'd rather die than be nice to."

"Surely you're exaggerating." Her tone was prim and proper "He is a Hogwarts teacher."

Ron rolled his eyes "Come off it Mione. How many Potion classes have we had? And those times Third Year that he subbed for Lupin? If you can name me even ONE TIME he complimented Harry, or gave him points, I'I-ll I'll eat a merman's pitchfork!"

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"Ah, Severus, thank you for coming." The Deputy Headmistress responded to the knock on her office door "I imagine you are less than thrilled to be in Gryffindor territory."

The dark man repressed a sneer. After all, she is his superior and he even respects her "It is not my most desired place to be." He gritted out from clenched teeth.

"As I said when asking you here, this is official business, so belongs in the Deputy Headmistress' office." Minerva's tone was even "It has come to my attention that Mr. Potter has been unofficially assisting you in some of your anger issues."

To say Severus frowned would be an understatement "I beg your pardon."

"It is nothing to be embarrassed about, but I completely understand the need for discretion on the matter. I want you to know I feel very proud of you as a former student, making such a personal effort." She fairly beamed at him "However, the one area you have yet to master seems to be the matter of House Points. And Mr. Potter should not be made to suffer while assisting your self-improvement. I'll not, of course, discuss the matter publicly. But I thought it only fair you received a heads up, as it were. House point totals will be updated in the morning, reversing the 318 points you've deducted from Mr. Potter through today. Thank you for your time, Severus…..And Severus, keep at it."

A vein on the Potion Master's temple pulsed. The whole situation was outrageous! How had this atrocity happened? Well, obviously it was that spawn of Potter's fault! It was with considerable effort he kept a neutral face and strangled out a "Thank you Minerva. Pleasant evening." He ignored the scurrying Gryffindors who saw him and scattered as he left the Tower.

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"Bloody Merlin's saggy balls!" George rushed over and patted Harry's shoulder "Did you SEE that expression?"

Hermione gasped "Honestly George! Language! And in front of girls no less!"

"Eh, Ginny's heard a million times worse." He shrugged "And you pal around with our brother. And by the way. I'm Fred!"

She looked sheepish and replied "Sorry Fred."

"No worries don't let it happen again though." He replied, then turned his attention back to "So, Mr. Potter, what do you know about Professor Greasy's mood?"

Harry just shrugged and queried "Why do you think I did anything? Besides, if anything I'd say he had NO expression."

"Oh please." The redhead scoffed "Don't bullshit a bullshitter."

To this Hermione scolded "FRED!"

"I'm not Fred. I'm George." was the perfectly straight-faced response.

There was sniggering all around the Common Room. EVERYONE just moments before, had heard him call himself Fred.

George gave no indication he'd even heard them and went on to explain "When you've been the target of our Potion Master's MANY expressions, you get to know them all. And THAT non-expression is reserved for the worst. Only me and my illustrious twin have earned it…and that only a few times a year. I know didn't do anything, and I'm almost as sure that my ugly half didn't, and Snape likes no one near as bad than you."

"Dunno what you mean, George." He replied coolly, then raised a flagon of pumpkin juice in the direction of Lavender Brown. "I couldn't have done anything. Today's Saturday. We don't have class. Hey, Mione? If it's not too much trouble, check the spelling on my Transfiguration essay?"

Lavender giggled into Parvati and they both waved back cutely.