*ominous voice* Part three is here...... beware...
This chapter contains the infamous potions lesson and not much else. quite.... interesting. I'm trying to get
one chapter up a week, and the next bit's written, just not typed. so the next bit will be out soon. ^_~
~Windangel
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Hermione and Sirius arrived at breakfast early, and were talking animatedly when a sleepy Ron and Harry
staggered into the Great Hall. Tears of laughter were running down Hermione's face, and Sirius was waving
his hands around like a maniac.
"And so this guy just looks at my Dad like a stunned fish, then down at the gold, and says;" here he put on
a sniffy voice, "'Excuse me sir, but are you foreign?'" They both cracked up again. Hermione recovered
enough to say a 'Good morning,' to her friends before bursting out with histerical giggles again.
Harry muttered a 'morning' and grabbed the coffee pot.
After about ten minutes, Sirius and Hermione had calmed down, and Harry and Ron had almost woken up.
"So, sleep well?" Sirius inquired, patting his still yawning godson on the back.
"No. Nightmares."
"Ah." Sirius felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to intrude, but he was also worried. He decided to let that
one slide. "Cheer up, they're only dreams."
"Yeah, I suppose." Harry shrugged, changing the subject quickly. "How long have you been up anyway?"
"Since dawn." said Hermione brightly, buttering her toast.
"And you're not TIRED?" Ron complained, and was just about to comment further when Professor
McGonagall handed him his timetable. He took one look at it, and swore.
"Weasley! Language!" Professor McGonagall warned, handing out the rest. As soon as Harry got his, he felt
almost as angry as Ron looked.
"Double Potions! First!" Ron exclaimed, throwing the parchment down in disgust.
"Don't tell me... Snape teaches it, doesn't he." Sirius snorted. "Who else would?"
Harry nodded grimly.
"Damnit."
***
As they descended the stairs towards the dungeons, Sirius became more and more restless. Snape would
use any excuse to give him detention, and take points from Gryffindor. He sighed. And he didn't have
enough time to think of a decent prank. It was depressing.
He took a seat between Harry and Hermione and tried to ignore Snape, who was busy babbling about an
antidote for cobra bite. How goddamn useful. He completely zoned out on the in-depth lecture on the
technique they were supposed to be using. Potions was as dull as he remembered it.
"You will be working in pairs, as usual. Ingredients are at the front. You may begin." Snape ordered
shortly, and sat down behind his desk and began marking papers; now ignoring his class.
Harry, of course, partnered Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, looking depressed.
"Partner?" He nudged her with his elbow, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, I guess." she smiled a little. "Thanks Sirius."
"No prob. Now I hope you were listening to that, 'cos I wasn't."
Hermione threw up her hands in fake exasperation, and went to collect the ingredients while Sirius heated
the couldron.
***
"So it's four moths wings..." Hermione muttered, holding out her hand for the wings Sirius was supposed to
have removed from the moth. He hurriedly sliced them off, carefully putting the delicate wings in her
outstretched palm. Sirius had been thinking. So far, his cunning brain had managed to come up with a few
crude ideas, the bet of which he would have to ask her about. The thing was, it was a bit of a touchy subject.
"Hermione?" he began slowly. "About what you were saying this morning--"
"Shuttup!" She hissed, dropping the wings into the potion with a splash. She jerked her head towards the
other end of the bench where Harry and Ron were working. "If you have something to say, write it!" she
shoved a scrappy piece of parchment and a quill into his hand, and went back to the now bubbling potion,
blushing furiously.
Sirius shrugged and sat down, spinning the quill around his long fingers. Finally he scrawled:
I've had a few ideas about you know what. Thing is, the most likely to work requires some acting
on your part. You up to it?
He folded it in half, and passed it to her, keeping an eye on Snape so he didn't see. He watched Hermione's
confused expression as she read the note, finally writing something underneath. But, unfortunately for them
both, Snape looked up as she unsubtly returned the parchment to him. Sirius quickly hid the parchment
under the desk as Snape stood up, looking satisfied.
"Passing notes in class, Granger, I thought you were more mature than that." he smiled. It wasn't a nice
smile. "Obviously I was wrong." There were audible sniggers from the Slytherin side of the room.
Hermione went bright pink. "Give me that note, Praedator."
"Why should I?" Sirius was scribbling hurriedly on another piece of parchment. What he was writing
probably wasn't legible, but that didn't matter...
Snape took a few steps forward, eyes narrowing malevolently. "Do not ask me to repeat myself, Praedator."
Sirius reluctantly thrust the scrap of parchment in Snape's general direction. Snape grabbed it, his expression
daring Sirius to challenge him. "Quiet class, while I read out this little---" As his eyes scanned the scribble,
his expression went from vindictive amusement to anger and hatred. Sirius couldn't help looking smug as
Snape ripped it into little pieces and threw them on the floor in disgust. "Detention." he managed, every
syllable trembling with suppressed fury. He plonked himself behind his desk and immersed himself in papers,
face reddening with intense emotion. Slowly the babble broke out again.
Sirius had to stop himself laughing at the look on Snape's face. PRICELESS! He picked the real note up off
he floor, and read Hermione's reply.
I'll do anything. Just tell me the idea.
He smiled to himself, and was just about to write back when the bell went. He shrugged and shoved the note
into his pocket.
***
Ron, Hermione and Harry waited outside the dungeon for Sirius who was 'arranging his detention' with
Snape. But from where they were standing, it sounded more like World War II. Finally Sirius kicked open
the door, his face flushed and furious.
"That BASTARD," he said with feeling, "Is seriously going to pay."
"Uh.... Sirius...." Harry patted his fuming godfather on the shoulder in an effort to calm him down. "What
exactly did you put on that note anyway?"
Sirius couldn't help grinning at the thought. The look on Snape's face when he had read it made the
detention all worthwhile. "I wrote, give or take a few words: 'Snape is an evil, devious bastard. A stinking
pile of elephant dung who wouldn't recognise the sun even if he ventured outside.'" He grinned wider. "I
was going to put 'his hair contains enough oil to interest an Arab', but he interrupted me."
The trio sat stunned for a few seconds, then cracked up. Ron was laughing so hard he had to lean against a
column to stop himself falling over.
A while later, while they were walking back to the common room...
"Sorry I got you detention." Hermione looked at her feet.
Sirius shrugged in reply. "He would have given me detention anyway. I just gave him a good excuse. But
you owe me one."
Hermione looked taken aback. "...What do you mean...?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You know me, James, Remus and that F--ing piece of shit were big pranksters, right?"
They nodded. "Well, in the old days, we would have been on detention practically every night, so we took it
in turns to take the blame. You owe me a detention."
Hermione nodded, though she looked apprehensive. "...that seems fair..."
"Cool." He smiled. "What lesson do we have now?"
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I love all you divine people who reviewed. You are the most kick ass people ever. *wipes away tears* I
love all my reveiws, and everyone who does them. Thankyou thankyou thankyou!
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own HP, so DON'T SUE ME!! (That wasn't supposed to
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To read is human, to review, divine. So please review?
This chapter contains the infamous potions lesson and not much else. quite.... interesting. I'm trying to get
one chapter up a week, and the next bit's written, just not typed. so the next bit will be out soon. ^_~
~Windangel
______________________________________________________________________________________
Hermione and Sirius arrived at breakfast early, and were talking animatedly when a sleepy Ron and Harry
staggered into the Great Hall. Tears of laughter were running down Hermione's face, and Sirius was waving
his hands around like a maniac.
"And so this guy just looks at my Dad like a stunned fish, then down at the gold, and says;" here he put on
a sniffy voice, "'Excuse me sir, but are you foreign?'" They both cracked up again. Hermione recovered
enough to say a 'Good morning,' to her friends before bursting out with histerical giggles again.
Harry muttered a 'morning' and grabbed the coffee pot.
After about ten minutes, Sirius and Hermione had calmed down, and Harry and Ron had almost woken up.
"So, sleep well?" Sirius inquired, patting his still yawning godson on the back.
"No. Nightmares."
"Ah." Sirius felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to intrude, but he was also worried. He decided to let that
one slide. "Cheer up, they're only dreams."
"Yeah, I suppose." Harry shrugged, changing the subject quickly. "How long have you been up anyway?"
"Since dawn." said Hermione brightly, buttering her toast.
"And you're not TIRED?" Ron complained, and was just about to comment further when Professor
McGonagall handed him his timetable. He took one look at it, and swore.
"Weasley! Language!" Professor McGonagall warned, handing out the rest. As soon as Harry got his, he felt
almost as angry as Ron looked.
"Double Potions! First!" Ron exclaimed, throwing the parchment down in disgust.
"Don't tell me... Snape teaches it, doesn't he." Sirius snorted. "Who else would?"
Harry nodded grimly.
"Damnit."
***
As they descended the stairs towards the dungeons, Sirius became more and more restless. Snape would
use any excuse to give him detention, and take points from Gryffindor. He sighed. And he didn't have
enough time to think of a decent prank. It was depressing.
He took a seat between Harry and Hermione and tried to ignore Snape, who was busy babbling about an
antidote for cobra bite. How goddamn useful. He completely zoned out on the in-depth lecture on the
technique they were supposed to be using. Potions was as dull as he remembered it.
"You will be working in pairs, as usual. Ingredients are at the front. You may begin." Snape ordered
shortly, and sat down behind his desk and began marking papers; now ignoring his class.
Harry, of course, partnered Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, looking depressed.
"Partner?" He nudged her with his elbow, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, I guess." she smiled a little. "Thanks Sirius."
"No prob. Now I hope you were listening to that, 'cos I wasn't."
Hermione threw up her hands in fake exasperation, and went to collect the ingredients while Sirius heated
the couldron.
***
"So it's four moths wings..." Hermione muttered, holding out her hand for the wings Sirius was supposed to
have removed from the moth. He hurriedly sliced them off, carefully putting the delicate wings in her
outstretched palm. Sirius had been thinking. So far, his cunning brain had managed to come up with a few
crude ideas, the bet of which he would have to ask her about. The thing was, it was a bit of a touchy subject.
"Hermione?" he began slowly. "About what you were saying this morning--"
"Shuttup!" She hissed, dropping the wings into the potion with a splash. She jerked her head towards the
other end of the bench where Harry and Ron were working. "If you have something to say, write it!" she
shoved a scrappy piece of parchment and a quill into his hand, and went back to the now bubbling potion,
blushing furiously.
Sirius shrugged and sat down, spinning the quill around his long fingers. Finally he scrawled:
I've had a few ideas about you know what. Thing is, the most likely to work requires some acting
on your part. You up to it?
He folded it in half, and passed it to her, keeping an eye on Snape so he didn't see. He watched Hermione's
confused expression as she read the note, finally writing something underneath. But, unfortunately for them
both, Snape looked up as she unsubtly returned the parchment to him. Sirius quickly hid the parchment
under the desk as Snape stood up, looking satisfied.
"Passing notes in class, Granger, I thought you were more mature than that." he smiled. It wasn't a nice
smile. "Obviously I was wrong." There were audible sniggers from the Slytherin side of the room.
Hermione went bright pink. "Give me that note, Praedator."
"Why should I?" Sirius was scribbling hurriedly on another piece of parchment. What he was writing
probably wasn't legible, but that didn't matter...
Snape took a few steps forward, eyes narrowing malevolently. "Do not ask me to repeat myself, Praedator."
Sirius reluctantly thrust the scrap of parchment in Snape's general direction. Snape grabbed it, his expression
daring Sirius to challenge him. "Quiet class, while I read out this little---" As his eyes scanned the scribble,
his expression went from vindictive amusement to anger and hatred. Sirius couldn't help looking smug as
Snape ripped it into little pieces and threw them on the floor in disgust. "Detention." he managed, every
syllable trembling with suppressed fury. He plonked himself behind his desk and immersed himself in papers,
face reddening with intense emotion. Slowly the babble broke out again.
Sirius had to stop himself laughing at the look on Snape's face. PRICELESS! He picked the real note up off
he floor, and read Hermione's reply.
I'll do anything. Just tell me the idea.
He smiled to himself, and was just about to write back when the bell went. He shrugged and shoved the note
into his pocket.
***
Ron, Hermione and Harry waited outside the dungeon for Sirius who was 'arranging his detention' with
Snape. But from where they were standing, it sounded more like World War II. Finally Sirius kicked open
the door, his face flushed and furious.
"That BASTARD," he said with feeling, "Is seriously going to pay."
"Uh.... Sirius...." Harry patted his fuming godfather on the shoulder in an effort to calm him down. "What
exactly did you put on that note anyway?"
Sirius couldn't help grinning at the thought. The look on Snape's face when he had read it made the
detention all worthwhile. "I wrote, give or take a few words: 'Snape is an evil, devious bastard. A stinking
pile of elephant dung who wouldn't recognise the sun even if he ventured outside.'" He grinned wider. "I
was going to put 'his hair contains enough oil to interest an Arab', but he interrupted me."
The trio sat stunned for a few seconds, then cracked up. Ron was laughing so hard he had to lean against a
column to stop himself falling over.
A while later, while they were walking back to the common room...
"Sorry I got you detention." Hermione looked at her feet.
Sirius shrugged in reply. "He would have given me detention anyway. I just gave him a good excuse. But
you owe me one."
Hermione looked taken aback. "...What do you mean...?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You know me, James, Remus and that F--ing piece of shit were big pranksters, right?"
They nodded. "Well, in the old days, we would have been on detention practically every night, so we took it
in turns to take the blame. You owe me a detention."
Hermione nodded, though she looked apprehensive. "...that seems fair..."
"Cool." He smiled. "What lesson do we have now?"
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I love all you divine people who reviewed. You are the most kick ass people ever. *wipes away tears* I
love all my reveiws, and everyone who does them. Thankyou thankyou thankyou!
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own HP, so DON'T SUE ME!! (That wasn't supposed to
rhyme by the way)
To read is human, to review, divine. So please review?