Author's Note-*sigh* Once again I couldn't keep my little feet out of JK Rowling's sandbox. My Divine Mallet of Inspiration is grinning evilly at me, any second now I'm gonna be hit by another Potter-orientated idea. Anyone want an over active Divine Mallet of Inspiration? It's free to a good home, all right, enough with my silliness ^^, enjoy chapter 1 of A Little Spark in the Powderhouse.
Disclaimer-not mine, tis JK Rowling's, the plots all mine, but everything else is belonging to JK.
This day couldn't have gotten any worse, Professor Snape thought to himself. The first year Hufflepuff's were bad enough, any day he had a class with the fifth year Gryffindors was garuanteed to end up rotten. He cast a glance in Longbottom's direction, the oozing blasphemy rising from Potter and his' shared cauldron definatly wasn't an Adflictatio-Cesso. Another sweep of the class showed nothing out of the ordinary, his gaze swept up to the ceiling, damn, no scintilla.
The scintilla was a bright red, yellow and pale blue spider about seven inches long. Scintilla spiders were a newly discovered species, rumored to be very usefull in potion craft because it was related to the spuma spider, which was quite a handy ingredient in itself. Snape counted himself lucky to get ahold of one of the creepy crawlies, the bad thing was that it escaped. The thought of that spider finding its way into a cauldron kept him on the edge all day.
On a lighter note he was glad he whipped up a new batch of bezoar antidote the other day. Potter and Longbottom's bastard creation looked like it was about to start spitting out toxic vapors. Snape smiled a very little but very evil smile and diskreetly made his way over to the workbench of Potter and Longbottom.
"Excellent Longbottom," he sneered, "what were you planning on calling it?"
Both boys looked up at him, their faces quite a bit paler than they were minutes ago. Longbottom's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he screeched as though he saw something frightening. That was new, but it was four years to late to be anything but pathetic. On the other hand Potter looked quite shaken up himself, most amusing yet, the scolded dog act never got any sympathy from him. But, then again what was that idiot boy mumbling? Phifer? Slider? Scryer? Clearly both Potter and Longbottom had lost it. Then it dawned on him, Potter was saying-
Spider.
He looked up just in time to see a familiar funky colored spider falling towards the bubbling monstrosity in the cauldron. Could this day get any worse! A hasty spur of the moment plan popped into his mind, and he put it into action as soon as it registered. He bounded up, arms outstreched, sure he probably looked stupid but if the students valued their lives they wouldn't mention it. How long had he been in the air anyway? It was at that moment that the little voice in the back of his skull decided to remind him on one of the finer points of physics-
'What goes up, must come down Severus.'
Damn gravity, was his last thing that passed through his mind before he landed on the cauldron, tipping it over and hurling himself as well as a tidal wave of God knows what onto the dungeon floor.
It was dark when he came too, there was something rough under his hands. Ah ha try and escape from me again you little bastard, he thought triumphantly. Wait a minute? Since when was it so warm in the dungeons? While we're on that note when did the floor become so uneven? And what was that smell?
Reluctantly he squeezed an eye open, and promptly wished he hadn't. It wasn't the scintilla he had such a tight grip on. His hands were clamped onto Longbottom's robe, more than just clutching onto him (which was bad enough) he was lying on top of the boy. And to make it worse they were covered in some sticky grey ooze, and the damned scintilla was no where in sight.
Snape peeled himself off Longbottom, trying not to lose the little dignity he had left. Once on his feet he acessed the damage. The grey stuff was everywhere. Potter, who'd been standing next to Longbottom had a good coat of the mess on him. The students in the bench next to him, Draco and Miss Granger had a nice helping on their right most sides, Miss Granger having more since she was closer. And damn, it looked like little Weasley decided to check on his bosom buddy Mr. Potter and gotten a nice bath as well.
Suddenly extremly glad for the bezoar antidote, he pulled the flask from his robe, un- screwed it and took a long pull from it. A few students stared at him in astonishment, but Snape didn't care. Hell, it wouldn't kill them to think once in a while, even if it was concerning whether he was a booze hound. He offered the flask to the closest soaked student, and since Longbottom was clearly comfortable on the floor that person just happened to be.....Potter, oh happy day.
Potter froze, the exterior of his face clearly whining about the interior's desire to be anywhere but here. The boy was staring at the flask like it was poisonous, how could Potter be so stupid.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I had no idea you wished to meet your maker so soon." No need to waste precious time on that numbskull, he handed the flask to Draco, who wasted no time gulping down some of the liquad. The face Draco made when the flask left his lips would've been described by Muggle's as a 'Kodak Moment' he believed. Miss Granger got hold of the flask next, her expression after tasting the bezoar antidote was a little more controlled than Draco's had been. Mr Weasley took the flask next his after expression much more entertaining than Draco's. Predictably, Weasley gave the flask to Potter who didn't hesitate to take some now. Potter tried to suck it up but it was clear he wanted to make a face just like the others did. The flask then made it's way down to Longbottom, who was sitting up now. Longbottom reacted badly to the antidote, he took one taste and spat it out, right on Snape's robe.
He was aware that he couldn't hit the students but by now he was way too mad to just dock him some house points, so he smacked Longbottom on the back of his round head. "Well, well suicidal now are we? If you want to kill yourself kindly refrain yourself from doing it in my CLASS!!" was the less than subtle insult to the previous injury. Longbottom shrank as far down as he could and emptied the flask, turning a slight greenish shade he said something that sounded like, tastes like kitty litter.
"And you know from experience I'll wager," Snape growled. "Potter, Longbottom, Weasley, Granger, and Malfoy....detention, right now! As for the rest of you, get the fuck out of here, class dismissed."
The rest of the class needed no further invitation, they couldn't have moved faster at a bomb threat. The five that remained looked as though they'd seen a grim, walked under a ladder, broke a mirror, and spilled a truckload of salt in one swift move.
Snape scowled at them, "Follow me." Snape started walking toward the supply room and not wanting to suffer anymore of Snape's wrath the four Gryffindors and the Slytherin followed without comment.
Back in the classroom a seven inch long, bright red spider with splotches of pale blue and yellow fur crawled out from under a work bench. Big globs of grey ooze clung to its body; which was missing a leg, five or six eyes, and the point off one of its fangs. It swayed side to side like it was drunk and then preceeded to scuttle towards Snape's desk.
End of Chapter 1
Disclaimer-not mine, tis JK Rowling's, the plots all mine, but everything else is belonging to JK.
This day couldn't have gotten any worse, Professor Snape thought to himself. The first year Hufflepuff's were bad enough, any day he had a class with the fifth year Gryffindors was garuanteed to end up rotten. He cast a glance in Longbottom's direction, the oozing blasphemy rising from Potter and his' shared cauldron definatly wasn't an Adflictatio-Cesso. Another sweep of the class showed nothing out of the ordinary, his gaze swept up to the ceiling, damn, no scintilla.
The scintilla was a bright red, yellow and pale blue spider about seven inches long. Scintilla spiders were a newly discovered species, rumored to be very usefull in potion craft because it was related to the spuma spider, which was quite a handy ingredient in itself. Snape counted himself lucky to get ahold of one of the creepy crawlies, the bad thing was that it escaped. The thought of that spider finding its way into a cauldron kept him on the edge all day.
On a lighter note he was glad he whipped up a new batch of bezoar antidote the other day. Potter and Longbottom's bastard creation looked like it was about to start spitting out toxic vapors. Snape smiled a very little but very evil smile and diskreetly made his way over to the workbench of Potter and Longbottom.
"Excellent Longbottom," he sneered, "what were you planning on calling it?"
Both boys looked up at him, their faces quite a bit paler than they were minutes ago. Longbottom's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he screeched as though he saw something frightening. That was new, but it was four years to late to be anything but pathetic. On the other hand Potter looked quite shaken up himself, most amusing yet, the scolded dog act never got any sympathy from him. But, then again what was that idiot boy mumbling? Phifer? Slider? Scryer? Clearly both Potter and Longbottom had lost it. Then it dawned on him, Potter was saying-
Spider.
He looked up just in time to see a familiar funky colored spider falling towards the bubbling monstrosity in the cauldron. Could this day get any worse! A hasty spur of the moment plan popped into his mind, and he put it into action as soon as it registered. He bounded up, arms outstreched, sure he probably looked stupid but if the students valued their lives they wouldn't mention it. How long had he been in the air anyway? It was at that moment that the little voice in the back of his skull decided to remind him on one of the finer points of physics-
'What goes up, must come down Severus.'
Damn gravity, was his last thing that passed through his mind before he landed on the cauldron, tipping it over and hurling himself as well as a tidal wave of God knows what onto the dungeon floor.
It was dark when he came too, there was something rough under his hands. Ah ha try and escape from me again you little bastard, he thought triumphantly. Wait a minute? Since when was it so warm in the dungeons? While we're on that note when did the floor become so uneven? And what was that smell?
Reluctantly he squeezed an eye open, and promptly wished he hadn't. It wasn't the scintilla he had such a tight grip on. His hands were clamped onto Longbottom's robe, more than just clutching onto him (which was bad enough) he was lying on top of the boy. And to make it worse they were covered in some sticky grey ooze, and the damned scintilla was no where in sight.
Snape peeled himself off Longbottom, trying not to lose the little dignity he had left. Once on his feet he acessed the damage. The grey stuff was everywhere. Potter, who'd been standing next to Longbottom had a good coat of the mess on him. The students in the bench next to him, Draco and Miss Granger had a nice helping on their right most sides, Miss Granger having more since she was closer. And damn, it looked like little Weasley decided to check on his bosom buddy Mr. Potter and gotten a nice bath as well.
Suddenly extremly glad for the bezoar antidote, he pulled the flask from his robe, un- screwed it and took a long pull from it. A few students stared at him in astonishment, but Snape didn't care. Hell, it wouldn't kill them to think once in a while, even if it was concerning whether he was a booze hound. He offered the flask to the closest soaked student, and since Longbottom was clearly comfortable on the floor that person just happened to be.....Potter, oh happy day.
Potter froze, the exterior of his face clearly whining about the interior's desire to be anywhere but here. The boy was staring at the flask like it was poisonous, how could Potter be so stupid.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I had no idea you wished to meet your maker so soon." No need to waste precious time on that numbskull, he handed the flask to Draco, who wasted no time gulping down some of the liquad. The face Draco made when the flask left his lips would've been described by Muggle's as a 'Kodak Moment' he believed. Miss Granger got hold of the flask next, her expression after tasting the bezoar antidote was a little more controlled than Draco's had been. Mr Weasley took the flask next his after expression much more entertaining than Draco's. Predictably, Weasley gave the flask to Potter who didn't hesitate to take some now. Potter tried to suck it up but it was clear he wanted to make a face just like the others did. The flask then made it's way down to Longbottom, who was sitting up now. Longbottom reacted badly to the antidote, he took one taste and spat it out, right on Snape's robe.
He was aware that he couldn't hit the students but by now he was way too mad to just dock him some house points, so he smacked Longbottom on the back of his round head. "Well, well suicidal now are we? If you want to kill yourself kindly refrain yourself from doing it in my CLASS!!" was the less than subtle insult to the previous injury. Longbottom shrank as far down as he could and emptied the flask, turning a slight greenish shade he said something that sounded like, tastes like kitty litter.
"And you know from experience I'll wager," Snape growled. "Potter, Longbottom, Weasley, Granger, and Malfoy....detention, right now! As for the rest of you, get the fuck out of here, class dismissed."
The rest of the class needed no further invitation, they couldn't have moved faster at a bomb threat. The five that remained looked as though they'd seen a grim, walked under a ladder, broke a mirror, and spilled a truckload of salt in one swift move.
Snape scowled at them, "Follow me." Snape started walking toward the supply room and not wanting to suffer anymore of Snape's wrath the four Gryffindors and the Slytherin followed without comment.
Back in the classroom a seven inch long, bright red spider with splotches of pale blue and yellow fur crawled out from under a work bench. Big globs of grey ooze clung to its body; which was missing a leg, five or six eyes, and the point off one of its fangs. It swayed side to side like it was drunk and then preceeded to scuttle towards Snape's desk.
End of Chapter 1