Harry Potter Influenza by SailorSakura9
Due to complications I made in my own story, I won't be able to use the song 6th Period because then it would mean spitting up classes in groups and stuff like that, I was planning on doing that but it would be too much of a hassle.
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The bell rang. Professor Snape passed the Gryffindor table and smirked at the sight of Neville.
"I hope you're ready for Potions today, Mr. Longbottom."
Neville's face paled. As soon as Snape left, he turned to Fred and George.
"You sure this is going to work?" asked Neville.
"Positive," replied Fred.
"We did this to Percy," said George.
"Last week. Mum thought he had a bad fever," continued Fred.
"Ok. Here goes nothing." Neville closed his eyes and braced himself as he took a swig from his goblet. He opened his eyes. Nothing happened.
"Hey! You two tricked me!" yelled Neville.
"It won't start kicking in-" began George.
"Until later," finished Fred.
Neville raised an eyebrow, "O-k. . .but if it doesn't work then I want my five sickles back!"
"No refunds remember?" chuckled Fred.
*~*~*~*
"Ah! Hermione! I can't wait to see your oral report on the Muggle Lunar Landing!" exclaimed Professor Binns as he passed Hermione. Hermione paled. She ran into Seamus and began strangling him.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS WAS AN ORAL TEST?" screeched Hermione.
"(Glaguh!) Help! (Ack!) Someone save! (ARG!) Me! Hermione! (Augh!) trying to kill! (Glog!) me!" yelled Seamus.
"Whoa! Don't take the words 'kill the messenger' seriously!" said Harry, prying Hermione's fingers from Seamus's neck.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Ron, then he started singing in a hushed voice, "What's the matter with Hermione?"
"Shut up, Ron!" hissed Hermione.
"Why can't you just study in Potions?" suggested Neville.
"WHAT!" screeched Hermione, "Study DURING a CLASS! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Failed to prepare for a test, Miss Granger?" asked Professor Snape as he opened the dungeon's door, "My, my, you ARE losing your touch aren't you?"
The class filed into Potions class and abruptly sat in their seats.
"Now. Today we will be doing Endurance Potions. These potions require a lot of ingredients and are most difficult to prepare," said Snape, "Would anyone care to be my assistant? What about you, Longbottom?"
"Ugh. . . I don't think so, I feel sick in my stomach," groaned Neville. He bowled over and threw up slugs on the floor.
'I guess that potion clicked in after all,' thought Neville as he hurled another batch of slugs on the floor.
"Ugh, disgusting!" exclaimed Snape as he wriggled his nose in disgust, "Twenty points off Gryffindor, Ten points for each time Mr. Longbottom decides to throw up. Come here so I may give you the antidote."
"But how are you going to know what to give him? Surely you can't know the cure for this," asked Lavender.
"Quiet, Miss Brown," snapped Snape (woo hoo, alliteration!), "And if you must know, I've dealt with this before. A prank from the Weasly Twins. Drink this."
He gave a smoking goblet to Neville. Neville reluctantly took the drink from Snape and took a small sip from it.
"Hurry up. We don't have all day," yelled Snape. That scared Neville out of his skin and he drowned the drink. Then he coughed out a small tablet that fizzled and turned into a small slug.
"Detention, Mr. Longbottom. You'll be required to clean up my classroom when classes are over for today. Now sit back down.," replied Snape, "Now for your Endurance Potion. Can anyone tell me what an Endurance Potion does? Mr. Potter!"
"Um . . .it gives you good endurance?" joked Harry.
". . .Five points from Gryffindor for joking around, Mr. Potter," hissed Snape, "An Endurance Potion helps you endure a large amount of pain. But, the potion is temporary, so once it wears off, you'll feel the pain. For example, let's say you drank the potion and then severed off your own hand. You won't feel a thing, after a few moments you'll feel what it's like to have a severed hand, but then again, by then you would be dead because you cut your vein. Well? Why aren't you copying this?"
After copying down notes, and preparing the Endurance Potion, there was half an hour left of class.
"You will now be testing your potion in my obstacle course," said Professor Snape, as he flashed the class one of his evil grins.
(heh, heh, heh, this is the same obstacle course by Coach Tugnut from the Even Stevens Influenza except some of the stuff I had to exaggerate. ^_~)
"Now, you'll go through the tires :: you see tires with biting teeth jumping up and down in the middle ::, on the treadmill :: you see a magic treadmill that's going 100 miles per hour ::, on the ropes :: you see 50 feet long ropes hanging down in mid-air ::, and then into the cage of doom :: you see an angry gorilla trapped in the cage ::. Well drink your potions, Mr. Potter, you first," smirked Professor Snape.
Harry gulped, and then took a swig of his potion. He prayed to any higher being that he would be safe and that his potion was a success.
Then Snape cleared his throat and began to sing as more and more students began to enter the obstacle course.
Professor Snape: Welcome, lads, now I must inforce, the all participation in the obstacle course! Designed by me with no remorse, I'm the master of Potions! Master! I'm the master! I'm the master of Potions! Master! For the masters, patience has run thin! This is a test that you won't forget! You'll be soaking wet with sweat! Hurry up, or you will regret ending up like him :: points to Ron, who's screaming in the cage of doom :: Master! I'm the master! I'm the master of Potions! Master! For the master, where your future will be grim!
Neville: (spoken) How much more of this are we gonna take? I mean, there's twenty of us and one of him!
:: The whole class grabs Snape and forces him to drink Neville's Endurance Potion. Then makes Snape go through his own endurance course::
The whole class : You have lost your authority! This here is a mutiny! From now on, it's plain to see we're the masters of Potions! :: Snape is running through the tires and one of the teeth is caught in his hair :: Masters! We're the masters! We're the masters of Potions! :: Snape is on the treadmill :: Faster! We're the masters! Where your futures looking grim! Masters! We're the masters! :: Snape is on the ropes and the Endurance Potions is beginning to wear off ::Now we're getting back at him! Masters! We're the masters! We're the masters of Potions!
Professor Snape: AHHHH! LONGBOTTOM! :: Snape is inside the cage of doom::
Whew! That took a while, but I'm done with that chapter. I feel bad about not being able to put in 6th Period. Hope you guys didn't mind too much :/
Due to complications I made in my own story, I won't be able to use the song 6th Period because then it would mean spitting up classes in groups and stuff like that, I was planning on doing that but it would be too much of a hassle.
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The bell rang. Professor Snape passed the Gryffindor table and smirked at the sight of Neville.
"I hope you're ready for Potions today, Mr. Longbottom."
Neville's face paled. As soon as Snape left, he turned to Fred and George.
"You sure this is going to work?" asked Neville.
"Positive," replied Fred.
"We did this to Percy," said George.
"Last week. Mum thought he had a bad fever," continued Fred.
"Ok. Here goes nothing." Neville closed his eyes and braced himself as he took a swig from his goblet. He opened his eyes. Nothing happened.
"Hey! You two tricked me!" yelled Neville.
"It won't start kicking in-" began George.
"Until later," finished Fred.
Neville raised an eyebrow, "O-k. . .but if it doesn't work then I want my five sickles back!"
"No refunds remember?" chuckled Fred.
*~*~*~*
"Ah! Hermione! I can't wait to see your oral report on the Muggle Lunar Landing!" exclaimed Professor Binns as he passed Hermione. Hermione paled. She ran into Seamus and began strangling him.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS WAS AN ORAL TEST?" screeched Hermione.
"(Glaguh!) Help! (Ack!) Someone save! (ARG!) Me! Hermione! (Augh!) trying to kill! (Glog!) me!" yelled Seamus.
"Whoa! Don't take the words 'kill the messenger' seriously!" said Harry, prying Hermione's fingers from Seamus's neck.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Ron, then he started singing in a hushed voice, "What's the matter with Hermione?"
"Shut up, Ron!" hissed Hermione.
"Why can't you just study in Potions?" suggested Neville.
"WHAT!" screeched Hermione, "Study DURING a CLASS! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Failed to prepare for a test, Miss Granger?" asked Professor Snape as he opened the dungeon's door, "My, my, you ARE losing your touch aren't you?"
The class filed into Potions class and abruptly sat in their seats.
"Now. Today we will be doing Endurance Potions. These potions require a lot of ingredients and are most difficult to prepare," said Snape, "Would anyone care to be my assistant? What about you, Longbottom?"
"Ugh. . . I don't think so, I feel sick in my stomach," groaned Neville. He bowled over and threw up slugs on the floor.
'I guess that potion clicked in after all,' thought Neville as he hurled another batch of slugs on the floor.
"Ugh, disgusting!" exclaimed Snape as he wriggled his nose in disgust, "Twenty points off Gryffindor, Ten points for each time Mr. Longbottom decides to throw up. Come here so I may give you the antidote."
"But how are you going to know what to give him? Surely you can't know the cure for this," asked Lavender.
"Quiet, Miss Brown," snapped Snape (woo hoo, alliteration!), "And if you must know, I've dealt with this before. A prank from the Weasly Twins. Drink this."
He gave a smoking goblet to Neville. Neville reluctantly took the drink from Snape and took a small sip from it.
"Hurry up. We don't have all day," yelled Snape. That scared Neville out of his skin and he drowned the drink. Then he coughed out a small tablet that fizzled and turned into a small slug.
"Detention, Mr. Longbottom. You'll be required to clean up my classroom when classes are over for today. Now sit back down.," replied Snape, "Now for your Endurance Potion. Can anyone tell me what an Endurance Potion does? Mr. Potter!"
"Um . . .it gives you good endurance?" joked Harry.
". . .Five points from Gryffindor for joking around, Mr. Potter," hissed Snape, "An Endurance Potion helps you endure a large amount of pain. But, the potion is temporary, so once it wears off, you'll feel the pain. For example, let's say you drank the potion and then severed off your own hand. You won't feel a thing, after a few moments you'll feel what it's like to have a severed hand, but then again, by then you would be dead because you cut your vein. Well? Why aren't you copying this?"
After copying down notes, and preparing the Endurance Potion, there was half an hour left of class.
"You will now be testing your potion in my obstacle course," said Professor Snape, as he flashed the class one of his evil grins.
(heh, heh, heh, this is the same obstacle course by Coach Tugnut from the Even Stevens Influenza except some of the stuff I had to exaggerate. ^_~)
"Now, you'll go through the tires :: you see tires with biting teeth jumping up and down in the middle ::, on the treadmill :: you see a magic treadmill that's going 100 miles per hour ::, on the ropes :: you see 50 feet long ropes hanging down in mid-air ::, and then into the cage of doom :: you see an angry gorilla trapped in the cage ::. Well drink your potions, Mr. Potter, you first," smirked Professor Snape.
Harry gulped, and then took a swig of his potion. He prayed to any higher being that he would be safe and that his potion was a success.
Then Snape cleared his throat and began to sing as more and more students began to enter the obstacle course.
Professor Snape: Welcome, lads, now I must inforce, the all participation in the obstacle course! Designed by me with no remorse, I'm the master of Potions! Master! I'm the master! I'm the master of Potions! Master! For the masters, patience has run thin! This is a test that you won't forget! You'll be soaking wet with sweat! Hurry up, or you will regret ending up like him :: points to Ron, who's screaming in the cage of doom :: Master! I'm the master! I'm the master of Potions! Master! For the master, where your future will be grim!
Neville: (spoken) How much more of this are we gonna take? I mean, there's twenty of us and one of him!
:: The whole class grabs Snape and forces him to drink Neville's Endurance Potion. Then makes Snape go through his own endurance course::
The whole class : You have lost your authority! This here is a mutiny! From now on, it's plain to see we're the masters of Potions! :: Snape is running through the tires and one of the teeth is caught in his hair :: Masters! We're the masters! We're the masters of Potions! :: Snape is on the treadmill :: Faster! We're the masters! Where your futures looking grim! Masters! We're the masters! :: Snape is on the ropes and the Endurance Potions is beginning to wear off ::Now we're getting back at him! Masters! We're the masters! We're the masters of Potions!
Professor Snape: AHHHH! LONGBOTTOM! :: Snape is inside the cage of doom::
Whew! That took a while, but I'm done with that chapter. I feel bad about not being able to put in 6th Period. Hope you guys didn't mind too much :/