A/n: I forgot to mention that all recognizable characters are the property of JK Rowling.
Chapter Two
I can here their voices…
"Today class we will be finishing our work on the Draught of Living Death." Professor Snape turned to the board and began to list the second string of ingredients needed for the Draught of Living Death. "I want this done by the end of class; failure to do so will result in complete failure of this class." He paused, grinning evilly.
"Submitting to me a draught that doesn't produce the desired effects will result in complete failure of this class," Professor Snape turned to the class, directing his gaze to his most irksome student (besides Potter), "Whispering directions into your neighbors ear will also result in complete failure of this class, do you comprehend, Miss Granger? Complete and total failure where no whining to the Headmaster will help save you from your complete and total failure." The great Professor seated himself behind his desk looking at the class before him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Begin!" A flurry of movement from the students followed his words and Snape grinned merrily.
Nevil Longbottom's hands shook as he began to measure his dragon juices. He knew somehow that he was going to drop the small vile of liquids before he did it. May have been the inch of sweat lining his hands or maybe a true premonition. Anyhow the small blue vile crashed against the stone floor, splashing its contents everywhere.
Fear rushed through Longbottom's veins as the silky smooth voice of doom snarled, "Longbottom! How is it that you cannot manage to do anything correctly. Must everything fall apart in you slimy little paws?" Professor Snape growled as he stormed around his desk.
"Please, Professor, give him a chance to redo it," Hermione softly beckoned. Her soft brown eyes tugged at his heart.
Professor Snape growled, "Longbottom, you have ten seconds to run into the storage room and collect a new vile of dragon juices…."
The boy stood there, stupidly staring at him. Oh, what the hell… "NOW LONGBOTTOM!!!!" The clumsy boy started a loopy as hell run toward his office.
"Miss Granger?" The girl turned toward him. "Come over here."
Hermione Granger tiptoed over to where he stood by Longbottom's caldron. "Yes, sir?"
"Miss Granger, I have warned you time and time again about speaking out of turn…" Whatever threat or punishment Professor Snape was going to stow upon Hermione's fair head was interrupted when an eternally clumsy Longbottom came bounding out of Professor Snape's office carrying a crystal blue bottle. Professor Snape turned toward the prat in time to see him slip on the spilled dragon juices and fling the tiny blue bottle toward the bubbling caldron between himself and Miss Granger.
After that everything went black….
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In the dark place of eternal patience, a small spirit raised it tiny smooth head. It could hear a voice beckoning from the other side of the door. Want and desperation was in it's innocent little heart as it prayed that this new something will bring it light.