Yes, this is strange. Yes, I know this. And frankly, I like it. IF you dont like it, don't bother to review, cause your not only wasting your time, your well..actually you are only wasting your time, cause I dont give a firebolt! Muahaha! If you like it though, please do review ^_^
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Harry peered over the couch's arm, with half-closed eyes, to see if his brown-haired friend was still awake. She wasnt. So he suppressed a cackle, stood up carefully, and then began to weave his way out of the common room, to the dormitory. "Project Confront the Greasy Git started" He murmured, looking around like he expected a team of secret agents to leap out and attack him at any time.
As he entered the dormitory, he darted unsteadily from bed to bed, hiding behind curtains until he reach the four poster he called his own.
"Invisibility cloak.." He whispered, digging through his trunk. When his fingers closed about the sily grey material, he gave a yelp of happiness, and pulled it out. "Check."
Pulling it around him, he began searching again. "Marauders map..marauders map.." "oooh!" "Map!" He clutched it to his chest. "My precious..my map...all mine!"
He flicked his wrist, and his wand slid into his palm.
TICK! The point hit the map, and he declared in the utmost of serious voices. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Lines appeared, and then dots. It didnt take him long to find the potion master's whereabouts, and evil grin spread over his lips.
"Excelllleeent"
Resuming his pattern of darting, weaving, and hiding behind any and everything, he exited the dormitory, and darted down the steps.
A quick pause, and a careful look assured him Hermione was still asleep,and after sliding his wand back in its wrist holder, he let himself cackle in amusement. All his inhibitions were gone, and he'd decided most assuredly that the potions master needed to be taken down a peg or two.
He threw the cloak over his shoulders..not even bothering with a lamp..his wand was all he needed..he hurried out of the common room..cackling to himself as he ran..he'd get snape..he'd get him good.
"Da da da dum, Dah da dah dum.." He hummed as he "slid" through the portrait hole, looking around secretively, and then down at the map. Mrs. Norris was just around the corner. He hadn't planned on anything, but the cat was annoying...Giggling, he walked nonchalantly to the corner, and then paused. His wand slid into his palm, and he slid the tip into view, pointing it at the ceiling and murmuring a nifty little sticking charm. Then..
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Mrs. Norris began to meow, but Harry ignored it, and continued floating her up until she was stuck, head-back-and tail to the ceiling.
"Silencio"
The cat shut up.
He cackled, then peered at the map. Filch was coming. Another idea popped into his head. /Oh..this is excellent.../ He thought, and pointed his wand at his throat. "Quietus."
Filch appeared around the corner, looking for his cat, and Harry began. Walking up to just out of arms reach, his voice, now a husky, eery whisper, floated through the corrider.
"Filch and his kitty, sittin' in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes kittens, then comes filch, scratching his fleas!" Filch jumped, and glared about.
Harry bit his lip to keep from giggling.
"What filch...do you think no one knows..." He whispered, then breathed a silencing charm onto his feet, so he could walk without sound, and began to circle the caretaker. "We alll know about your "love" for Mrs. Norris." He laughed evily, aware that his voice sounded much different than normal, but not yet like any of the ghosts.
Filch shook, and his hands shot out, clawing at the air. "Who is it? Who's there?!"
"We're suprised Mrs. Norris can even walk...I mean, really..and oh..who are we?" He thought for a moment. "We're the echoes of children you've tortured..of the bad thoughts you've had..."
The caretaker quivered, and his voice raised. "WHaddya mean? Who are you? Where's Mrs. Norris? Where's my little love?" He said frantically.
Harry laughed evilly again.
"She's..looking down at you from somewhere up above.." He came up behind him, and dropped his voice to not hardly even a whisper. "We'll always be here, always be watching you. It would be best if you go back to your chamber..or look for your precious cat...after all, if you tell anyone...well..they all know you're about half mad as it is..."
Filch glared about, and then turned, almost running into harry, who quickly sidestepped. "Mrs. Norris.." He could hear Filch calling out as he ran down the hallways.."Where are you?"
Harry lost it.
Sinking down to the floor, he clapped his hands over his mouth, and laughed until tears were pouring down his cheeks and his sides were aching. That memory would be priceless later on.
Finally, he collected himself, and rose to his feet. Making sure he was still covered by the cloak, he peered at the map again, and made his way swiftly to the dungeons.
He slid up to the potion master's chambers..and paused.Then very carefully..knocked..he flattened himself behind a statue nearby. It wasnt long till he heard banging and some movements, then..."Coming..." and lower... "Albus, you'd better have a good excuse.." as the potions master made the doorway.
Snape, aka Greasy Git, stared around the empty hallway.."What..in the ..name..of..a deatheater.." he frowned.
Harry smirked.
Snape peered for a moment more, and then turned, heading back into his office.
Harry was right behind him.
As snape sat back down, immediately immersing himself in work, Harry hid in the shadows, and removed the cloak, stuffing it down his pants, and securing some of it in the belt loops of the jeans he wore, and then, after stuffing the map down the back of his pants, he brought his wand to hand, and stepped into the light. "Hallo, Snivellus! Fancy seeing you here..."
Snape looked up, and his eyes hardened, black fires burning in his eyes, but shock also showed. Was this james? How'd he have come back from the dead? The name "Snivellus" brought back old memories, and the greasy-haired potions master shuddered. Harry grinned.
"Isn't this nice..Just the two of us. I think its time we had a li'l chat, Snivellus. About the damnable way you've treated me. Just because you were jealous of my dad.." Harry leaned against the wall lazily, wand still carefully pointed at Snape though.
It took a moment for Harry's words to register to Snape, as he was still caught up in thinking that it was James that had come back. However, when it registered, rage filled him, and he swept to his feet, knocking back the chair he'd been sitting in. "Detention, potter!"
Harry shook his head.
"Nu-uh. Don't think so. You see...I'm sick and tired of being continually insulted and beat down by you. I can understand it to a poitn when you're around the slimy slytherins, but even when there's no need to be hateful towards me, you do anyways. Why is that, Snape?" He asked, straightening up.
"Thats Professor!" Snape said, his voice silky and dangerous sounding. Harry just ignored it.
"Again, why is that, Snape?"
Snape just looked at him, wondering at the new belligerence that Potter showed. And then, it hit him, as his nose picked up the pungent smell of firewhiskey. "A student? Out of bed? Insulting a teacher? and drunk nonetheless..." He smiled delightedly. "Ah to finally see the precious goldenboy expelled.."
Harry snorted.
"Yeah, right. For one thing, if I'm expelled, then I'm bloody vunerable, and if I die, your whole world crumbles around you, so will you get me expelled? Hmm, lets think about this?? Not."
Onyx eyes stared darkly at the boy-who-lived. "Don't push me, potter.." He spat the last name out.
Ruffling his hair in much the way his father did, Harry stared back at Snape. "You've done nothing but Push me, Professor. So I think this is only fair." He took a breath, and strode towards the potion master, his eyes gleaming. Snape took a step back.
Harry smirked.
"I'm supposedly so bloody powerful..I could do all sorts of things to you. You've fostered enough hate in me that even Crucio would be easy..." Memories of the time he'd tried to cast it on Bellatrix flashed through his mind, but he shoved it aside. It didnt matter right now. Revenge was the only thing that mattered. Revenge on Snape. "So...are you ready to accept your punishment?" His eyes grew dark. Power radiated from him. "You've done so much to me...I think that payback is most definitely due..." He brought up his wand.
Leveled it between Snapes eyes.
Severus swallowed, and Harry smirked.
Then...
"BOO!" Harry shouted.
Severus Snape, hardened spy, and former death-eater...
Fainted.
I had no intention of doing anything beyond that one short little scene, but thanks to reviewers and my best friend, I decided that I'd give it another shot. Please review ^_^
Fin? Fin! Fin?! ...mebbe?? -grin-
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Harry peered over the couch's arm, with half-closed eyes, to see if his brown-haired friend was still awake. She wasnt. So he suppressed a cackle, stood up carefully, and then began to weave his way out of the common room, to the dormitory. "Project Confront the Greasy Git started" He murmured, looking around like he expected a team of secret agents to leap out and attack him at any time.
As he entered the dormitory, he darted unsteadily from bed to bed, hiding behind curtains until he reach the four poster he called his own.
"Invisibility cloak.." He whispered, digging through his trunk. When his fingers closed about the sily grey material, he gave a yelp of happiness, and pulled it out. "Check."
Pulling it around him, he began searching again. "Marauders map..marauders map.." "oooh!" "Map!" He clutched it to his chest. "My precious..my map...all mine!"
He flicked his wrist, and his wand slid into his palm.
TICK! The point hit the map, and he declared in the utmost of serious voices. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Lines appeared, and then dots. It didnt take him long to find the potion master's whereabouts, and evil grin spread over his lips.
"Excelllleeent"
Resuming his pattern of darting, weaving, and hiding behind any and everything, he exited the dormitory, and darted down the steps.
A quick pause, and a careful look assured him Hermione was still asleep,and after sliding his wand back in its wrist holder, he let himself cackle in amusement. All his inhibitions were gone, and he'd decided most assuredly that the potions master needed to be taken down a peg or two.
He threw the cloak over his shoulders..not even bothering with a lamp..his wand was all he needed..he hurried out of the common room..cackling to himself as he ran..he'd get snape..he'd get him good.
"Da da da dum, Dah da dah dum.." He hummed as he "slid" through the portrait hole, looking around secretively, and then down at the map. Mrs. Norris was just around the corner. He hadn't planned on anything, but the cat was annoying...Giggling, he walked nonchalantly to the corner, and then paused. His wand slid into his palm, and he slid the tip into view, pointing it at the ceiling and murmuring a nifty little sticking charm. Then..
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Mrs. Norris began to meow, but Harry ignored it, and continued floating her up until she was stuck, head-back-and tail to the ceiling.
"Silencio"
The cat shut up.
He cackled, then peered at the map. Filch was coming. Another idea popped into his head. /Oh..this is excellent.../ He thought, and pointed his wand at his throat. "Quietus."
Filch appeared around the corner, looking for his cat, and Harry began. Walking up to just out of arms reach, his voice, now a husky, eery whisper, floated through the corrider.
"Filch and his kitty, sittin' in a tree, K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes kittens, then comes filch, scratching his fleas!" Filch jumped, and glared about.
Harry bit his lip to keep from giggling.
"What filch...do you think no one knows..." He whispered, then breathed a silencing charm onto his feet, so he could walk without sound, and began to circle the caretaker. "We alll know about your "love" for Mrs. Norris." He laughed evily, aware that his voice sounded much different than normal, but not yet like any of the ghosts.
Filch shook, and his hands shot out, clawing at the air. "Who is it? Who's there?!"
"We're suprised Mrs. Norris can even walk...I mean, really..and oh..who are we?" He thought for a moment. "We're the echoes of children you've tortured..of the bad thoughts you've had..."
The caretaker quivered, and his voice raised. "WHaddya mean? Who are you? Where's Mrs. Norris? Where's my little love?" He said frantically.
Harry laughed evilly again.
"She's..looking down at you from somewhere up above.." He came up behind him, and dropped his voice to not hardly even a whisper. "We'll always be here, always be watching you. It would be best if you go back to your chamber..or look for your precious cat...after all, if you tell anyone...well..they all know you're about half mad as it is..."
Filch glared about, and then turned, almost running into harry, who quickly sidestepped. "Mrs. Norris.." He could hear Filch calling out as he ran down the hallways.."Where are you?"
Harry lost it.
Sinking down to the floor, he clapped his hands over his mouth, and laughed until tears were pouring down his cheeks and his sides were aching. That memory would be priceless later on.
Finally, he collected himself, and rose to his feet. Making sure he was still covered by the cloak, he peered at the map again, and made his way swiftly to the dungeons.
He slid up to the potion master's chambers..and paused.Then very carefully..knocked..he flattened himself behind a statue nearby. It wasnt long till he heard banging and some movements, then..."Coming..." and lower... "Albus, you'd better have a good excuse.." as the potions master made the doorway.
Snape, aka Greasy Git, stared around the empty hallway.."What..in the ..name..of..a deatheater.." he frowned.
Harry smirked.
Snape peered for a moment more, and then turned, heading back into his office.
Harry was right behind him.
As snape sat back down, immediately immersing himself in work, Harry hid in the shadows, and removed the cloak, stuffing it down his pants, and securing some of it in the belt loops of the jeans he wore, and then, after stuffing the map down the back of his pants, he brought his wand to hand, and stepped into the light. "Hallo, Snivellus! Fancy seeing you here..."
Snape looked up, and his eyes hardened, black fires burning in his eyes, but shock also showed. Was this james? How'd he have come back from the dead? The name "Snivellus" brought back old memories, and the greasy-haired potions master shuddered. Harry grinned.
"Isn't this nice..Just the two of us. I think its time we had a li'l chat, Snivellus. About the damnable way you've treated me. Just because you were jealous of my dad.." Harry leaned against the wall lazily, wand still carefully pointed at Snape though.
It took a moment for Harry's words to register to Snape, as he was still caught up in thinking that it was James that had come back. However, when it registered, rage filled him, and he swept to his feet, knocking back the chair he'd been sitting in. "Detention, potter!"
Harry shook his head.
"Nu-uh. Don't think so. You see...I'm sick and tired of being continually insulted and beat down by you. I can understand it to a poitn when you're around the slimy slytherins, but even when there's no need to be hateful towards me, you do anyways. Why is that, Snape?" He asked, straightening up.
"Thats Professor!" Snape said, his voice silky and dangerous sounding. Harry just ignored it.
"Again, why is that, Snape?"
Snape just looked at him, wondering at the new belligerence that Potter showed. And then, it hit him, as his nose picked up the pungent smell of firewhiskey. "A student? Out of bed? Insulting a teacher? and drunk nonetheless..." He smiled delightedly. "Ah to finally see the precious goldenboy expelled.."
Harry snorted.
"Yeah, right. For one thing, if I'm expelled, then I'm bloody vunerable, and if I die, your whole world crumbles around you, so will you get me expelled? Hmm, lets think about this?? Not."
Onyx eyes stared darkly at the boy-who-lived. "Don't push me, potter.." He spat the last name out.
Ruffling his hair in much the way his father did, Harry stared back at Snape. "You've done nothing but Push me, Professor. So I think this is only fair." He took a breath, and strode towards the potion master, his eyes gleaming. Snape took a step back.
Harry smirked.
"I'm supposedly so bloody powerful..I could do all sorts of things to you. You've fostered enough hate in me that even Crucio would be easy..." Memories of the time he'd tried to cast it on Bellatrix flashed through his mind, but he shoved it aside. It didnt matter right now. Revenge was the only thing that mattered. Revenge on Snape. "So...are you ready to accept your punishment?" His eyes grew dark. Power radiated from him. "You've done so much to me...I think that payback is most definitely due..." He brought up his wand.
Leveled it between Snapes eyes.
Severus swallowed, and Harry smirked.
Then...
"BOO!" Harry shouted.
Severus Snape, hardened spy, and former death-eater...
Fainted.
I had no intention of doing anything beyond that one short little scene, but thanks to reviewers and my best friend, I decided that I'd give it another shot. Please review ^_^
Fin? Fin! Fin?! ...mebbe?? -grin-