It's….Chapter 2! Which comes after…Chapter 1! Not much else to say here…so, I won't. Say. Anything else, that is. Unless of course…no, nevermind. It must not be spoken so!!! ~8] (Hey, it's Harry! Sorta…).

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For Disclaimers, See Chapter 1. Thus Spake the Authoress.

Chapter 2: They Pull the Legs Off of Frogs, Don't They?

Dumbledore had postponed the teaching of DADA classes for the fall and possibly spring semesters until a suitable and well-trained professional could be found. Harry and his classmates were saddened to hear that Lupin turned down the position again, as he felt he was too much of a risk to the students, but were in turn overjoyed that Snape had not been offered the job even after practically begging the Headmaster for it. His bitterness as a result of that particular event, however, had been manifesting itself more and moreso during each Potions class.

Today had been no exception.

"NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!! IF YOU DON'T CUT OFF THOSE BLASTED FROG'S LEGS AND PUT THEM IN THE BLOODY CAULDRON BEFORE IT GETS AWAY, THEN YOURS WILL BE USED INSTEAD!"

Cutting anything off of animals for ingredients was horrible enough when they had been lying rotting in jars for years, but it was even worse to try and do so when they were still alive.

"B-but, Professor Snape, he's…he's so…"

"He's so WHAT? ALIVE?" Snape growled, "Because we've already well established that point, over an HOUR AGO."

An audible gulp was heard within the Dungeon as Neville swallowed hard. "But, he's…he's so…cute…"

Malfoy was the loudest of all the Slytherins when they began to roar with cackling laughter. The sound reverberated deafeningly against the Dungeon walls, and Harry might have realized that was one of the reasons why Snape had outlawed laughter in his classroom--that is, if he had been paying attention. The rising laughter fell deaf upon his ears as he sat in the back row next to Ron, deep in anguished thought.

He knew Ron had been throwing side glances at him ever since they arrived in class, and had all but puppeteered Harry's hands through their current potion exercise when Snape wasn't looking. While the enraged teacher was currently consumed with subtracting points from every house, Ron leaned in close to Harry.

"What's wrong, Harry? Usually I'm the one sitting there with a dumb look on my face." He smiled a bit to show Harry he was joking, but if Harry acknowledged the grin, he wasn't showing it. "Ron, that person who bumped into me today…wasn't another person." Ron raised his right eyebrow as far as it would go. "What? That doesn't make a bit of bloody sense, mate." Harry nodded impatiently. "I know it doesn't, but you have to listen to me, and tell no one but Hermione that I told you this."

It was Ron's turn to nod anxiously. "Alright, I promise! Who was it?"

The same look of fear which had earlier flitted across his friend's eyes manifested itself again, as Harry spoke in a hushed whisper. "It was me."

Ron's jaw dropped in confusion. "YOU--?" Harry's friend was too late in clamping his own hand down on his mouth at his sudden outburst, especially since the class had finally quieted down moments before. "Oh, shit…" he managed in a tiny whisper.

"WEASLEY!! POTTER!! 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! APIECE!" Just when everyone thought that Snape might actually explode, he sat motionless and addressed the class in the calmest, quietest voice any of them had ever heard him use.

Which only made him that much scarier.

"Students. Pack up your bloody things, and get out of my classroom. Now."

One would think that 'FIRE!' had been yelled the way the students assailed the Dungeon's doors, jockeying for first position at the front of the line. For the first time that morning Harry was focused on something besides his other self, quickly uttering a cleaning spell to his wand which helped to cleanse his cauldron of its frog leg and bat wing contents. Hermione was already waiting for the boys when they bolted out of the Potions classroom. Together, they ran with the other students quickly up the stairs. Very, very, quickly.

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All right, I know it wasn't much, but I've a Photo assignment due in two days…GAAHHH!!! Shudder Any updates will probably be done Saturday/Sunday or so, or earlier if I feel like slacking off on homework for a day or--uh, No, No, Mom and Dad, I didn't say that! Not at all…heh heh…huhn…Thanks for reading, and please, review! I promise this is going somewhere, that there will be NO MARY SUES OR GARY STUS, and no stupid-ass ending, either, I promise…~8]