This is chapter one in an ongoing series. Please read and review. I'm
hoping for and "I can't wait for the next chapter" affect ;)
Snape's class couldn't have been more out of the ordinary. Or could it... Neville's potion had exploded. Twice. The second explosion was caused as the original potion frothed and boiled over onto the desks, enveloping various other ingredients that were strewn about. Snape's body lay unconscious, along with half of the class. Most of which had been standing around Neville. Chaos ensued.
Hermione stood, her face smudged from ear to ear in soot, and a blank look in her eyes. Harry was gasping under the weight of Draco Malfoy, who had been knocked unconscious and fallen right towards him. "Just drop 'im, Harry." Piped up a dazed Seamus. Ron had been knocked off his seat, and was getting gingerly to his feet, rubbing his bottom. "Blimey...What's Neville done this time?"
"Apparently exactly what he usually does. Manages to blunder even the simplest potions!" Snape's cold voice startled the entire class, or at least those still conscious, and Neville started with a little squeak. He spun around to find a transparent Snape starring beadily at him, his iridescent brow furrowed. "P-pro-fe-fessor..." Neville stuttered, pointing bluntly at him. "Yes, Neville. I am very aware of my appearance. But as my body is currently of no use to me, I see no point in staying within it's useless bounds. I will never be able to fathom, Neville" he continued crudely "just how you turned today's simplest of memory potion..." he motioned towards Neville's shriveled cauldron "...into the Draught of the Living Dead." He growled angrily and asked a student next to him to toss the blob of metal into a bucket of used and broken potions bottles.
"No need to get your panties up in a bunch about me, Potter." Said an equally cold voice from Harry's side. Harry gasped and Draco's body really did fall to the floor, as per Seamus' previous suggestion. Harry stared straight through a transparent Draco, who had his arms folded, and an unimpressed look on his face. Ron's laughter broke the silence, and even Hermione couldn't help but snigger. Dean Thomas openly pointed at Draco's limp body that lay sprawled on the floor, as he held his other hand to his stomach that was heaving from laughter.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" roared the ghostly Snape "I WILL HAVE ORDER IN MY CLASSROOM!" His eyes flickered as he smoothed his hair. "The bodies will need to be revived with a mandrake solution, and that is all there is to it! I will not allow such a small inconvenience to prevent us from completing this class period! All of you get your cauldrons bubbling again. Perhaps if one of you gets this potion right..." he glared mockingly at Neville "then Neville here will be able to remember the correct formula for the correct potion. You may sit at the back of class for the rest of the period, Longbottom." Neville sniffled and shuffled heavily to the back of the classroom. He plopped down on a spindly stool and gazed forlornly across the room.
All around the class room ghostly students were appearing from their unconscious bodies. Parvati and Lavender squealed shrewdly and Lavender leaned over, whispering loudly "I told you we shouldn't have sat next to Neville." Parvati nodded her agreement.
Crabbe grunted loudly, shoving Goyle's body with his large foot. Goyle, finally getting the picture, pulled himself clumsily from his oafish body.
Most of the students were disgruntled by their new situation, and even more so when they found out they couldn't lift or hold solid objects. They had to rely on their solid counterparts to mix their potions for them. "Add a teaspoon of scarab beetles to my potion, Potter." drawled Draco.
Harry glared at him. "I loathe you."
"Same to you." replied Draco, smiling smugly.
Snape's class couldn't have been more out of the ordinary. Or could it... Neville's potion had exploded. Twice. The second explosion was caused as the original potion frothed and boiled over onto the desks, enveloping various other ingredients that were strewn about. Snape's body lay unconscious, along with half of the class. Most of which had been standing around Neville. Chaos ensued.
Hermione stood, her face smudged from ear to ear in soot, and a blank look in her eyes. Harry was gasping under the weight of Draco Malfoy, who had been knocked unconscious and fallen right towards him. "Just drop 'im, Harry." Piped up a dazed Seamus. Ron had been knocked off his seat, and was getting gingerly to his feet, rubbing his bottom. "Blimey...What's Neville done this time?"
"Apparently exactly what he usually does. Manages to blunder even the simplest potions!" Snape's cold voice startled the entire class, or at least those still conscious, and Neville started with a little squeak. He spun around to find a transparent Snape starring beadily at him, his iridescent brow furrowed. "P-pro-fe-fessor..." Neville stuttered, pointing bluntly at him. "Yes, Neville. I am very aware of my appearance. But as my body is currently of no use to me, I see no point in staying within it's useless bounds. I will never be able to fathom, Neville" he continued crudely "just how you turned today's simplest of memory potion..." he motioned towards Neville's shriveled cauldron "...into the Draught of the Living Dead." He growled angrily and asked a student next to him to toss the blob of metal into a bucket of used and broken potions bottles.
"No need to get your panties up in a bunch about me, Potter." Said an equally cold voice from Harry's side. Harry gasped and Draco's body really did fall to the floor, as per Seamus' previous suggestion. Harry stared straight through a transparent Draco, who had his arms folded, and an unimpressed look on his face. Ron's laughter broke the silence, and even Hermione couldn't help but snigger. Dean Thomas openly pointed at Draco's limp body that lay sprawled on the floor, as he held his other hand to his stomach that was heaving from laughter.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" roared the ghostly Snape "I WILL HAVE ORDER IN MY CLASSROOM!" His eyes flickered as he smoothed his hair. "The bodies will need to be revived with a mandrake solution, and that is all there is to it! I will not allow such a small inconvenience to prevent us from completing this class period! All of you get your cauldrons bubbling again. Perhaps if one of you gets this potion right..." he glared mockingly at Neville "then Neville here will be able to remember the correct formula for the correct potion. You may sit at the back of class for the rest of the period, Longbottom." Neville sniffled and shuffled heavily to the back of the classroom. He plopped down on a spindly stool and gazed forlornly across the room.
All around the class room ghostly students were appearing from their unconscious bodies. Parvati and Lavender squealed shrewdly and Lavender leaned over, whispering loudly "I told you we shouldn't have sat next to Neville." Parvati nodded her agreement.
Crabbe grunted loudly, shoving Goyle's body with his large foot. Goyle, finally getting the picture, pulled himself clumsily from his oafish body.
Most of the students were disgruntled by their new situation, and even more so when they found out they couldn't lift or hold solid objects. They had to rely on their solid counterparts to mix their potions for them. "Add a teaspoon of scarab beetles to my potion, Potter." drawled Draco.
Harry glared at him. "I loathe you."
"Same to you." replied Draco, smiling smugly.