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Sirius (Unplugged): I think it is going to be R/Hr
VyingQuill: Hogwarts would be boring with everyone watching your every step. You think he was restricted before? I thought about putting Herm in all Advanced, but that seemed a little ludicrous, so I put her in her seemingly best subjects. And if you'll remember, Moody demonstrated all the Unforgivables in Book 4, even the Imperius on students, so using them against these creatures seemed right for him.
What's done is done, and that is that. On with the story. How many times do I have to say I don't own em. Except for Sam. She's mine.
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Tryouts went well, and though Harry was voted 4 to 1 (he of course was the one, he wanted Katie to have it) as Captain of the Gryffindor team (of course), he was much unbiased in choosing a keeper and a chaser. Even though Ron was his best friend, even Fred and George had to admit Harry made the right choice. Ron was great, almost as good as Oliver. And Colin Creevey was surprisingly good with the Quaffle. So with the team in tact again, the Gryffindors piled into the Great Hall. Ron was beaming, and Hermione hugged him and congratulated him. Now Harry was beginning to suspect, but he pushed it out of his mind, remembering the scene of those things looming over Professor Snape.
Harry saw him sitting in his usual place, then looked at Dumbledore. The Headmaster smiled, indicating that Harry had indeed done the right thing regarding Professor Snape, though neither liked the other very much. He took his seat and waited for everyone else to enter.
Malfoy entered with his usual band of thugs. Harry noticed the sneer on his face deepen when he saw Snape, and Harry felt something inside of him swell, then caught himself. This was Snape, he reminded himself. He glanced back at the head table to find Snape staring at him.
He had noticed the look on Harry's face when he saw the look on Malfoy's face. Snape thought he had been imagining it, but he thought he'd seen hatred flash in his eyes.
As the students piled in, Dumbledore stood. "Welcome. I have called this feast together to tell everyone something delightful. I am pleased to introduce the newest addition to the faculty. She will be staying with us for an indefinite amount of time. As she has already graduated from a magical school, she will be out intern professor." The doors opened and the young girl walked in. "Everyone welcome Samantha Snape." Silence filled the hall as she ascended the steps to stand beside Dumbledore.
"As an intern professor, she has the rights to award and deduct points, as well as give detentions. Samantha." Dumbledore sat back down, indicating she should address the students. She bowed to the Headmaster, then bowed her head slightly to her father. He narrowed his eyes to her, then nodded curtly. She turned back around to the students, half of whom were gaping at her.
"You act as if you've never seen a girl before," she said shortly. The first thing everyone noticed was that she was American. The second was that she had inherited the family sarcasm. This seemed to snap most of them out of their stares, and she continued.
"Yes my name is Samantha Snape. As it will be too confusing to call me Professor Snape, you may call me Ms. Snape. The first person I hear who calls me Samantha will be given automatic detention."
Harry suppressed a chuckle, and leaned over to Ron. "Gee, it must run in the family."
"Something funny, Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up; apparently she had really good hearing. "Why don't you come up here and share with everyone what you find so funny." A chortle from the Slytherin table snapped her attention from Harry.
"Mr. Malfoy? You can join him up here, and after he regales us with his humorous story, you can share as well." Draco Malfoy looked utterly shocked, but something about this girl told him she was not to be messed with. He stood and joined Potter on the stairs, and she stepped back, letting them have the floor. Before they could speak, Dumbledore stood up.
"I think, Samantha, they are sufficiently informed of your expectations. Thank you." The two boys scurried back to their seats, and Samantha sat down at the end of the table next to Hagrid.
"Please, enjoy your feast, and don't forget to be on time to your classes in the morning." He winked at Harry. Harry groaned inwardly. He resolved to wake up early so he wouldn't be late to Advanced Potions. That reminded him, he needed to talk to the Headmaster about that.
As the feast ended, Harry went to the gargoyle. "Great, I don't even know the password," he looked at the statue. "You wouldn't let me in on good faith would you?" Nothing. "Fine, I'll just wait." He leaned up against the massive stone creature, and soon the Headmaster was rounding the corner.
"Harry? What can I do for you? Caramel Crickets." The gargoyle jumped aside and bowed deeply as Dumbledore passed. Harry was silent on their ascent to his office, not wanting anyone overhearing. Once in his office, Harry closed his eyes, wondering how to start.
"Well, you see, sir, I picked up my schedule today, and I think someone made a mistake," he pulled out the piece of parchment. "I mean, I'm in Advanced Potions, and I'm pretty sure Professor Snape didn't recommend me."
The aging wizard took the schedule from the young boy's hands and looked at it intently. "I assure you, there is no mistake. You show a great aptitude for potions, though Severus would not admit it in public. I, in fact, was the one who recommended you. I did not tell Severus; let's surprise him shall we?" Dumbledore winked at Harry and smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back. He had that ability; he was just that way. But Harry knew he was a force to be reckoned with. He had seen the look in the Headmaster's eyes when the Dementors had shown up on the pitch, and Harry had resolved then and there never to get on his bad side.
"Thank you sir. I think I'll go back to my common room now. I'm sure the first years have questions."
"Good lad Harry. Getting into the hang of the prefect business?" That reminded Harry.
"Sir, did Ron say why he turned down being a prefect?" He was almost to the door, but had turned around.
"Sadly Mr. Potter, we did not choose Mr. Weasley as prefect. Perhaps next year. Goodnight." And with that, Harry left more confused than when he came in. Why had Ron lied? But he already knew the answer. Again, Ron had tried for a little bit of the spotlight. He can have it, he thought.
He found some lost Gryffindor first years and shooed them into the common room. He found most of the house was still there, including Michelle Christenson. When she saw Harry come in with the lost sheep, she smiled gratefully at him, then clapped her hands.
"Ok, to bed everyone. Classes tomorrow. Prefects stay behind for a meeting." Everyone more or less obeyed, and soon the common room was occupied by only 5 bodies. Harry looked around, for the first time realizing who the other prefects were. Katie Bell was there, one of the best chasers at the school. Hermione was of course there, and one boy he had only seen in the halls a few times. Michelle saw his expression, and took the opportunity.
"I think most of us know each other, but introductions are in order. I am the Head Girl this year, Michelle Christenson." She looked at Harry.
"Fifth year prefect, Harry Potter."
"Fifth year prefect, Hermione Granger."
"Sixth year prefect, Katie Bell."
"Sixth year prefect, Mikel Honnally."
Michelle smiled, "Good. Now that that's over, I have a few things from the Headmaster for our new prefects. These are conduct rules and guidelines when dealing with students." She handed Harry and Hermione rolls of parchment, and Hermione's eyes lit up with the prospect of new reading material. "I suggest to you not to read the whole thing tonight. It's five feet long. Tomorrow will be a taxing day, but don't worry. The sixth year prefects and I will be on the lookout for you and we'll try to take most of the burden until you get the hang of things. Goodnight." With that, they went to their respective dormitories.
Harry noticed Ron was snoring a little louder than usual. He paid no attention to the fake-sleeper and went to bed quietly.
Sirius (Unplugged): I think it is going to be R/Hr
VyingQuill: Hogwarts would be boring with everyone watching your every step. You think he was restricted before? I thought about putting Herm in all Advanced, but that seemed a little ludicrous, so I put her in her seemingly best subjects. And if you'll remember, Moody demonstrated all the Unforgivables in Book 4, even the Imperius on students, so using them against these creatures seemed right for him.
What's done is done, and that is that. On with the story. How many times do I have to say I don't own em. Except for Sam. She's mine.
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Tryouts went well, and though Harry was voted 4 to 1 (he of course was the one, he wanted Katie to have it) as Captain of the Gryffindor team (of course), he was much unbiased in choosing a keeper and a chaser. Even though Ron was his best friend, even Fred and George had to admit Harry made the right choice. Ron was great, almost as good as Oliver. And Colin Creevey was surprisingly good with the Quaffle. So with the team in tact again, the Gryffindors piled into the Great Hall. Ron was beaming, and Hermione hugged him and congratulated him. Now Harry was beginning to suspect, but he pushed it out of his mind, remembering the scene of those things looming over Professor Snape.
Harry saw him sitting in his usual place, then looked at Dumbledore. The Headmaster smiled, indicating that Harry had indeed done the right thing regarding Professor Snape, though neither liked the other very much. He took his seat and waited for everyone else to enter.
Malfoy entered with his usual band of thugs. Harry noticed the sneer on his face deepen when he saw Snape, and Harry felt something inside of him swell, then caught himself. This was Snape, he reminded himself. He glanced back at the head table to find Snape staring at him.
He had noticed the look on Harry's face when he saw the look on Malfoy's face. Snape thought he had been imagining it, but he thought he'd seen hatred flash in his eyes.
As the students piled in, Dumbledore stood. "Welcome. I have called this feast together to tell everyone something delightful. I am pleased to introduce the newest addition to the faculty. She will be staying with us for an indefinite amount of time. As she has already graduated from a magical school, she will be out intern professor." The doors opened and the young girl walked in. "Everyone welcome Samantha Snape." Silence filled the hall as she ascended the steps to stand beside Dumbledore.
"As an intern professor, she has the rights to award and deduct points, as well as give detentions. Samantha." Dumbledore sat back down, indicating she should address the students. She bowed to the Headmaster, then bowed her head slightly to her father. He narrowed his eyes to her, then nodded curtly. She turned back around to the students, half of whom were gaping at her.
"You act as if you've never seen a girl before," she said shortly. The first thing everyone noticed was that she was American. The second was that she had inherited the family sarcasm. This seemed to snap most of them out of their stares, and she continued.
"Yes my name is Samantha Snape. As it will be too confusing to call me Professor Snape, you may call me Ms. Snape. The first person I hear who calls me Samantha will be given automatic detention."
Harry suppressed a chuckle, and leaned over to Ron. "Gee, it must run in the family."
"Something funny, Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up; apparently she had really good hearing. "Why don't you come up here and share with everyone what you find so funny." A chortle from the Slytherin table snapped her attention from Harry.
"Mr. Malfoy? You can join him up here, and after he regales us with his humorous story, you can share as well." Draco Malfoy looked utterly shocked, but something about this girl told him she was not to be messed with. He stood and joined Potter on the stairs, and she stepped back, letting them have the floor. Before they could speak, Dumbledore stood up.
"I think, Samantha, they are sufficiently informed of your expectations. Thank you." The two boys scurried back to their seats, and Samantha sat down at the end of the table next to Hagrid.
"Please, enjoy your feast, and don't forget to be on time to your classes in the morning." He winked at Harry. Harry groaned inwardly. He resolved to wake up early so he wouldn't be late to Advanced Potions. That reminded him, he needed to talk to the Headmaster about that.
As the feast ended, Harry went to the gargoyle. "Great, I don't even know the password," he looked at the statue. "You wouldn't let me in on good faith would you?" Nothing. "Fine, I'll just wait." He leaned up against the massive stone creature, and soon the Headmaster was rounding the corner.
"Harry? What can I do for you? Caramel Crickets." The gargoyle jumped aside and bowed deeply as Dumbledore passed. Harry was silent on their ascent to his office, not wanting anyone overhearing. Once in his office, Harry closed his eyes, wondering how to start.
"Well, you see, sir, I picked up my schedule today, and I think someone made a mistake," he pulled out the piece of parchment. "I mean, I'm in Advanced Potions, and I'm pretty sure Professor Snape didn't recommend me."
The aging wizard took the schedule from the young boy's hands and looked at it intently. "I assure you, there is no mistake. You show a great aptitude for potions, though Severus would not admit it in public. I, in fact, was the one who recommended you. I did not tell Severus; let's surprise him shall we?" Dumbledore winked at Harry and smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back. He had that ability; he was just that way. But Harry knew he was a force to be reckoned with. He had seen the look in the Headmaster's eyes when the Dementors had shown up on the pitch, and Harry had resolved then and there never to get on his bad side.
"Thank you sir. I think I'll go back to my common room now. I'm sure the first years have questions."
"Good lad Harry. Getting into the hang of the prefect business?" That reminded Harry.
"Sir, did Ron say why he turned down being a prefect?" He was almost to the door, but had turned around.
"Sadly Mr. Potter, we did not choose Mr. Weasley as prefect. Perhaps next year. Goodnight." And with that, Harry left more confused than when he came in. Why had Ron lied? But he already knew the answer. Again, Ron had tried for a little bit of the spotlight. He can have it, he thought.
He found some lost Gryffindor first years and shooed them into the common room. He found most of the house was still there, including Michelle Christenson. When she saw Harry come in with the lost sheep, she smiled gratefully at him, then clapped her hands.
"Ok, to bed everyone. Classes tomorrow. Prefects stay behind for a meeting." Everyone more or less obeyed, and soon the common room was occupied by only 5 bodies. Harry looked around, for the first time realizing who the other prefects were. Katie Bell was there, one of the best chasers at the school. Hermione was of course there, and one boy he had only seen in the halls a few times. Michelle saw his expression, and took the opportunity.
"I think most of us know each other, but introductions are in order. I am the Head Girl this year, Michelle Christenson." She looked at Harry.
"Fifth year prefect, Harry Potter."
"Fifth year prefect, Hermione Granger."
"Sixth year prefect, Katie Bell."
"Sixth year prefect, Mikel Honnally."
Michelle smiled, "Good. Now that that's over, I have a few things from the Headmaster for our new prefects. These are conduct rules and guidelines when dealing with students." She handed Harry and Hermione rolls of parchment, and Hermione's eyes lit up with the prospect of new reading material. "I suggest to you not to read the whole thing tonight. It's five feet long. Tomorrow will be a taxing day, but don't worry. The sixth year prefects and I will be on the lookout for you and we'll try to take most of the burden until you get the hang of things. Goodnight." With that, they went to their respective dormitories.
Harry noticed Ron was snoring a little louder than usual. He paid no attention to the fake-sleeper and went to bed quietly.