Late disclaimer: Beleive it or not, IÕm not J. K. Rowlings, IÕm just a humble fanfiction writer out to try and make people think, or laugh, or just read my story. I donÕt own Harry Potter, or any other characters.
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The dementors closed in slowly, savoring SnapeÕs anguish. Sure, there master had told them to finish him off, but that didnÕt mean they couldnÕt have a little fun in the process.
Unfortunately for them, Snape wasnÕt ready to die just yet.
ÒI may have left your service long ago, but I still remember the tricks of the tradeÓ he muttered, reaching into the left pocket of his robes. He pulled out a seven and a half inch hollow oalk stick, and a long silver pegasus hair. Carefuly, he threaded the wand core into the shell, sealing the makeshift wand with a pair of wooden caps. ÒExpecto patronomus!Ó he wispered, focusing his mind entirely on the memory of his wedding day. A huge silver eagle burst out of his wand, startleing the dementors, who drifted backwards. This wasnÕt suposed to happen!
The dementors drifted off, dropping SnapeÕs real wand then dissapariated.
Snape mumbled something to himself, picked up his wand, then walked quickly back to his rather small house. It wasnÕt particularly interesting in any way, he didnÕt bother to do much at all in the way of decorating, since he was rarely there for more then two months a year, and even then he spent most of his summerÕs traveling. He walked through the unfurnished living room, to the back of the house where he kept anything a muggle would find suspicious. With a flick of his wand he sent things packing, snatching a blue box off his dresser with his other hand as he did so. As his trunks packed themselves, he grabbed a rather large glass bottle from a magicly hidden shelf in his kitchen, uncorking the potion and spilling it out. The syropy potion formed itÕs self into a duplicate of the potionÕs master, a zomblielike clone that immediately walked rigedly over to the front room, pretending to be writing something with muggle writing utensils.To the neighbours, Severus Snape was a boarding school teacher who taught science, a perfect explanation for his year-long absences, and the frequent explosions during the summer.
Heading back to his room, he took his bags in one hand, and opened the blue box with the other. Inside was a chocolate frog wrapper, a portkey to Hogsmead station. Snape taped the portkey lightly, and found himself standing in the heart of Hogsmead. He hurried out of the path of a rather elderly witch, and managed to find a bench where he could sit down for ling enough to put a levitation charm on his bags. That done, he untied the broomstick attatched to the side of one of his larger trunks, and set off for Hogwarts.
There was only one thing to do right now, all things considered, tell Dumbledore that Voldemort was strong enough to call up Horrificus curses.
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CS: A pegasus hair wand? And isnÕt pegasus hair white, not silver?
Darth: Well, I couldnÕt find a winged horse, so....
Maxamillion Pegasus plushie (from Yu Gi Oh!): Who took my hairbrush?!
Darth: hehehehe....
Oh, IÕm rolling aroud the idea of writing a quick HP humor fic, where Snape getÕs dragged into teaching a muggle class science for a day. If youÕd read it, say so in your reveiw. You ARE planning to reveiw, arenÕt you?
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The dementors closed in slowly, savoring SnapeÕs anguish. Sure, there master had told them to finish him off, but that didnÕt mean they couldnÕt have a little fun in the process.
Unfortunately for them, Snape wasnÕt ready to die just yet.
ÒI may have left your service long ago, but I still remember the tricks of the tradeÓ he muttered, reaching into the left pocket of his robes. He pulled out a seven and a half inch hollow oalk stick, and a long silver pegasus hair. Carefuly, he threaded the wand core into the shell, sealing the makeshift wand with a pair of wooden caps. ÒExpecto patronomus!Ó he wispered, focusing his mind entirely on the memory of his wedding day. A huge silver eagle burst out of his wand, startleing the dementors, who drifted backwards. This wasnÕt suposed to happen!
The dementors drifted off, dropping SnapeÕs real wand then dissapariated.
Snape mumbled something to himself, picked up his wand, then walked quickly back to his rather small house. It wasnÕt particularly interesting in any way, he didnÕt bother to do much at all in the way of decorating, since he was rarely there for more then two months a year, and even then he spent most of his summerÕs traveling. He walked through the unfurnished living room, to the back of the house where he kept anything a muggle would find suspicious. With a flick of his wand he sent things packing, snatching a blue box off his dresser with his other hand as he did so. As his trunks packed themselves, he grabbed a rather large glass bottle from a magicly hidden shelf in his kitchen, uncorking the potion and spilling it out. The syropy potion formed itÕs self into a duplicate of the potionÕs master, a zomblielike clone that immediately walked rigedly over to the front room, pretending to be writing something with muggle writing utensils.To the neighbours, Severus Snape was a boarding school teacher who taught science, a perfect explanation for his year-long absences, and the frequent explosions during the summer.
Heading back to his room, he took his bags in one hand, and opened the blue box with the other. Inside was a chocolate frog wrapper, a portkey to Hogsmead station. Snape taped the portkey lightly, and found himself standing in the heart of Hogsmead. He hurried out of the path of a rather elderly witch, and managed to find a bench where he could sit down for ling enough to put a levitation charm on his bags. That done, he untied the broomstick attatched to the side of one of his larger trunks, and set off for Hogwarts.
There was only one thing to do right now, all things considered, tell Dumbledore that Voldemort was strong enough to call up Horrificus curses.
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CS: A pegasus hair wand? And isnÕt pegasus hair white, not silver?
Darth: Well, I couldnÕt find a winged horse, so....
Maxamillion Pegasus plushie (from Yu Gi Oh!): Who took my hairbrush?!
Darth: hehehehe....
Oh, IÕm rolling aroud the idea of writing a quick HP humor fic, where Snape getÕs dragged into teaching a muggle class science for a day. If youÕd read it, say so in your reveiw. You ARE planning to reveiw, arenÕt you?