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Chapter Ten

Harry Potter was very, very excited. He had so many ideas for Snape's class. This was going to be his act of revenge! He was finally going to get back at Snape for everything that he had done to him! "Muhahahaha," laughed Harry insanely as he furiously began typing.

Chapter Ten:

Potions…I Mean…Home Ec.

"You wanted to see me?" grimaced Harry while talking to Professor Dobby.

"Dobby wanted to give you this so Harry Potter won't be harmed," said Dobby who seemed to be in awe that Harry was only a foot away from him. Dobby then handed Harry a small packet of catnip. "Just in case," he whispered as he tiptoed away backwards.

Harry wasn't at all happy about this. Even though the catnip was supposedly protecting him he didn't like the side effects of it. All the cats of Hogwarts were following him around. He was pretty sure that Professor McGonagall was one of them. He soon came to the Home Ec. classroom and tentatively walked inside.

Everything in the room was pink. Every possible shade of pink you could imagine was in there. A big sign that read "Sponsored by Ferret World" was emblazoned on the wall. It was at this moment that he noticed that the Slythrins had on new robes that were much similar to Snape's new uniform. But theirs read "I Heart Ferrets" instead of "I Heart Cookies". It was quite obvious who had donated the money for these.

Harry brainstormed for a few minutes. What else could he do to make life miserable for the Sythrins? He had a pretty good idea how…

"Welcome…to the first…ever class…of…Home…Ec…" oozed Snape. You'd think he be able to talk at least a little bit faster without all that grease weighing it down. "Baking is a very subtle and delicate art, I can teach you how to bottle frosting, bake sweets, and even put a stopper in brown sugar." He said reminiscent of his first year speech but this was not at all intimidating. "Potter," he snarled suddenly, "Tell me, what is the difference between baking soda and baking powder?"

"Everybody knows that!" declared Harry, "One's a soda and the other's a powder." Snape looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.

"That's…actually correct," he gasped. This was extremely disturbing. He needed at least one Gryffydor to screw up a day to make him feel good. "Quiet down class," he muttered, "It's time to begin baking."

Snape walked around the room surveying all the students' creations. He had given them all the task of making a very complicated soufflé . He was absolutely sure that all the Grffyndors would fail this. But to his surprise they were all exceptional cooks. Neville Longbottom even had the best looking soufflé! He'd never let them know that though. He pointed out the most miniscule details in order to make the Gryffyndors look bad. "Too poofy, not poofy enough," he'd say. Yet he complimented the Sytherins on their FLAT soufflés.

Harry frowned. This sounded a lot like potions. It was time to spice things up a bit.

"Hey Snape!" yelled Ron to Hermione's dismay, "Eat this!" He then hurled a huge soufflé that landed directly on Snape's face. Some of it even smattered on Malfoy's new robes.

"You'll pay for this Weasley!" drawled Malfoy. "These were my favorite robes!" he said with his eyes watering over while he tried to wipe away a smudge from the robe ferret's face.

"You can have these," sneered Ron while tossing an old pair of his robes at Malfoy. "They weren't my color anyway." Malfoy just glared menacingly at Ron and then paused to nudge Crabbe and Goyle because they forgot to mirror his every movement like usual.

"You will pay!" muttered Malfoy while still staring daggers at Ron. His thoughts were soon interrupted by an announcement.

"Yo! Yo! Yo! This is your resident DJ P. Weezy breaking it down for you!" My next happenin' class will go down in the Great Hall! Peace out!" boomed the loud speaker with Percy's voice. Could this day get any stranger? Harry shook his head, he seriously doubted that.

Harry sat back and looked over his handiwork. He then laid down for a quick nap. Torturing Sytherins sure made him tired…

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A/N: Soo? You like? I hope so! I know I spelled the House names wrong, but oh well. Please Review!!!!!