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owning Frodo or Pippin :)
A/N:Thanx for all of your reviews, I really appreciate the feedback. If you're bored, check out my other HP fan fic. called Hazel (big plug!)
Chapter 7 - Potions
Unfortunately for them, Harry, Ron and Hermione had not realised that they were late for potions. They ran as fast as they could to their classroom, with Ron muttering every known curse under his breath. As they neared the class they could hear Snape shouting.
'Great,' said Ron, 'he would have to be in an even worse mood when we happen to be late.'
He opened the classroom door and they walked in. Sam kept as close to Frodo as possible.
'Well, well,' said Snape in a deadly calm voice as they entered, 'we are late aren't we?'
'Sorry, sir,' mumbled Hermione as they made their way to their seats.
Harry could hear Malfoy laughing quietly at them.
Snape was looking daggers at Harry as he sat down and got his books out. He stared for so long that Harry was itching to look up and say 'what?' but he knew better than to push Snape's temper even further.
Fortunately, there was a knock at the dungeon door, and Snape swept off to answer it. He flung open the door and barked, 'yes?' at the person outside. Harry recognised Fred or George Weasley's voice talking to Snape.
'Harry,' said Hermione, 'go get chairs for Frodo and Sam. Quick! While Snape's not looking.'
Harry got up from his desk and made his way across the classroom where there were some unused chairs. He glanced towards the door where Snape was still talking to one of the Weasley twins. Harry could only make out snatches of the conversation, but he could tell Snape wasn't happy with whatever it was. Harry picked up the chairs and turned around to take them to the desk.
'Fine!' snapped Snape, as he turned away from the door. He swept over to a cupboard and began searching for something. Harry glanced towards the door and saw George standing there. He waved at Harry and then turned to speak to someone behind him. Harry looked puzzled, until he saw two small figures, Merry and Pippin. George was ushering them into the class whilst Snape's back was turned.
They hurried along the back row of the class where Ron and Hermione were sitting, keeping low so that they wouldn't be seen. Harry noticed that Pippin had a wand in his hand, and groaned to think about the trouble that Fred and George had taught the two hobbits.
Snape slammed the cupboard door shut and stormed back to the door.
'I don't have any Furral-bite antidote,' he growled, 'now go.'
'Yes, sir,' said George in such a cheerful tone that Snape should have immediately wondered what he was up to. Harry quickly made his way back to his seat and set the two chairs down for Frodo and Sam in between his and Hermione's chair.
Snape was now writing notes on the blackboard, ordering them to be copied down.
'The chairs are too big,' whispered Hermione, 'put some books on them to make them higher.'
'POTTER!' shouted Snape, 'what are you doing?'
Sam gave a squeak and disappeared behind Hermione.
'Making the chairs higher for the hobbits,' answered Harry truthfully.
'Well don't!' growled Snape, 'you come to my lesson late, you bring these things with you,' he gestured towards Sam and Frodo, 'and now you disrupt my lesson. Fifty points from Gryffindor.' He smirked at the look of horror on Harry's face.
'Sorry,' whispered Sam as he climbed onto his chair. Only his eyes and the top of his head could be seen over the top of the table.
There was another knock at the dungeon door. Snape threw down the chalk he was writing with and stormed off to answer it.
'What now?' he spat as he flung open the door.
'Sorry to bother you Severus,' came Dubledore's voice. Harry pictured Snape's embarrassed face and tried not to laugh.
'Oh, Professor, I'm sorry, I thought,' stammered Snape.
'Never mind. May I have a word with you outside?' said Dumbledore.
They stepped outside the class and closed the door.
Harry turned round straight away to see at Merry and Pippin, hiding behind a bookcase.
'Has he gone?' asked Merry.
'Yes,' said Frodo, also turning round, 'what are you two doing here?'
'We're gonna teach old misery-guts a lesson,' said Merry pointing at the wand Pippin was holding.
'Is that Fred's wand?' asked Ron.
'Yes, he's taught us a spell to use on Snape,' said Pippin gleefully.
Ron chuckled, 'this should be worth watching, but if he catches you, he's likely to rip your ears off, he's in a really bad mood.'
'Don't worry,' said Merry, 'we know what we're doing.'
'I doubt that very much,' muttered Sam.
'He's back!' whispered Hermione sharply. Her, Ron and Harry all turned attentively to the front of the class and began to copy down their notes.
Snape looked suspiciously at them but said nothing. He sat down at his desk and began writing on a bit of parchment. Harry heard Merry and Pippim shuffle out from behind the bookcase again.
Ron turned around, 'what are you going to do to him?' he asked the hobbits.
'Turn him into a bat,' whispered Merry.
Harry heard this and turned round sharply, 'a bat?' he exclaimed a little too loudly.
'POTTER!' yelled Snape again, jumping up from his desk.
'Now, Pip!' said Merry as Snape stood up from his desk.
Pippin raised Fred's wand above his head and was about to (attempt to) perform the curse on Snape, but Sam pulled his arm back, ruining his aim.
A black shape flew out of the end of the wand and aimed straight for Snape's head. He jumped out of the way just in time, and the black shape ricocheted off the mirror on the wall and hit the chandelier on the ceiling.
'Look out Frodo,' cried Hermione as the chandelier gave a nasty wobble. Frodo jumped off his chair and scrambled back just as the chandelier came crashing down to the floor. The candles broke, and half of the classroom went black.
A dead silence followed. Harry didn't dare look up into Snape's face, and instead stared at the cracked candles lying all over the floor.
'Potter, get out,' said Snape quietly, 'Weasley and Granger, you go as well, and take those little fur balls with you-'
'Hey! Don't call us fur balls you miserable old-' began Pippin, but was silenced by the look on Snape's face.
'Go. Get out. Potter, you can go to the Headmaster and explain why you're not in your Potions class,' continued Snape, 'I'm sure he will be amused by this story.'
'At least someone will,' muttered Sam as they all left the class.
A/N:Thanx for all of your reviews, I really appreciate the feedback. If you're bored, check out my other HP fan fic. called Hazel (big plug!)
Chapter 7 - Potions
Unfortunately for them, Harry, Ron and Hermione had not realised that they were late for potions. They ran as fast as they could to their classroom, with Ron muttering every known curse under his breath. As they neared the class they could hear Snape shouting.
'Great,' said Ron, 'he would have to be in an even worse mood when we happen to be late.'
He opened the classroom door and they walked in. Sam kept as close to Frodo as possible.
'Well, well,' said Snape in a deadly calm voice as they entered, 'we are late aren't we?'
'Sorry, sir,' mumbled Hermione as they made their way to their seats.
Harry could hear Malfoy laughing quietly at them.
Snape was looking daggers at Harry as he sat down and got his books out. He stared for so long that Harry was itching to look up and say 'what?' but he knew better than to push Snape's temper even further.
Fortunately, there was a knock at the dungeon door, and Snape swept off to answer it. He flung open the door and barked, 'yes?' at the person outside. Harry recognised Fred or George Weasley's voice talking to Snape.
'Harry,' said Hermione, 'go get chairs for Frodo and Sam. Quick! While Snape's not looking.'
Harry got up from his desk and made his way across the classroom where there were some unused chairs. He glanced towards the door where Snape was still talking to one of the Weasley twins. Harry could only make out snatches of the conversation, but he could tell Snape wasn't happy with whatever it was. Harry picked up the chairs and turned around to take them to the desk.
'Fine!' snapped Snape, as he turned away from the door. He swept over to a cupboard and began searching for something. Harry glanced towards the door and saw George standing there. He waved at Harry and then turned to speak to someone behind him. Harry looked puzzled, until he saw two small figures, Merry and Pippin. George was ushering them into the class whilst Snape's back was turned.
They hurried along the back row of the class where Ron and Hermione were sitting, keeping low so that they wouldn't be seen. Harry noticed that Pippin had a wand in his hand, and groaned to think about the trouble that Fred and George had taught the two hobbits.
Snape slammed the cupboard door shut and stormed back to the door.
'I don't have any Furral-bite antidote,' he growled, 'now go.'
'Yes, sir,' said George in such a cheerful tone that Snape should have immediately wondered what he was up to. Harry quickly made his way back to his seat and set the two chairs down for Frodo and Sam in between his and Hermione's chair.
Snape was now writing notes on the blackboard, ordering them to be copied down.
'The chairs are too big,' whispered Hermione, 'put some books on them to make them higher.'
'POTTER!' shouted Snape, 'what are you doing?'
Sam gave a squeak and disappeared behind Hermione.
'Making the chairs higher for the hobbits,' answered Harry truthfully.
'Well don't!' growled Snape, 'you come to my lesson late, you bring these things with you,' he gestured towards Sam and Frodo, 'and now you disrupt my lesson. Fifty points from Gryffindor.' He smirked at the look of horror on Harry's face.
'Sorry,' whispered Sam as he climbed onto his chair. Only his eyes and the top of his head could be seen over the top of the table.
There was another knock at the dungeon door. Snape threw down the chalk he was writing with and stormed off to answer it.
'What now?' he spat as he flung open the door.
'Sorry to bother you Severus,' came Dubledore's voice. Harry pictured Snape's embarrassed face and tried not to laugh.
'Oh, Professor, I'm sorry, I thought,' stammered Snape.
'Never mind. May I have a word with you outside?' said Dumbledore.
They stepped outside the class and closed the door.
Harry turned round straight away to see at Merry and Pippin, hiding behind a bookcase.
'Has he gone?' asked Merry.
'Yes,' said Frodo, also turning round, 'what are you two doing here?'
'We're gonna teach old misery-guts a lesson,' said Merry pointing at the wand Pippin was holding.
'Is that Fred's wand?' asked Ron.
'Yes, he's taught us a spell to use on Snape,' said Pippin gleefully.
Ron chuckled, 'this should be worth watching, but if he catches you, he's likely to rip your ears off, he's in a really bad mood.'
'Don't worry,' said Merry, 'we know what we're doing.'
'I doubt that very much,' muttered Sam.
'He's back!' whispered Hermione sharply. Her, Ron and Harry all turned attentively to the front of the class and began to copy down their notes.
Snape looked suspiciously at them but said nothing. He sat down at his desk and began writing on a bit of parchment. Harry heard Merry and Pippim shuffle out from behind the bookcase again.
Ron turned around, 'what are you going to do to him?' he asked the hobbits.
'Turn him into a bat,' whispered Merry.
Harry heard this and turned round sharply, 'a bat?' he exclaimed a little too loudly.
'POTTER!' yelled Snape again, jumping up from his desk.
'Now, Pip!' said Merry as Snape stood up from his desk.
Pippin raised Fred's wand above his head and was about to (attempt to) perform the curse on Snape, but Sam pulled his arm back, ruining his aim.
A black shape flew out of the end of the wand and aimed straight for Snape's head. He jumped out of the way just in time, and the black shape ricocheted off the mirror on the wall and hit the chandelier on the ceiling.
'Look out Frodo,' cried Hermione as the chandelier gave a nasty wobble. Frodo jumped off his chair and scrambled back just as the chandelier came crashing down to the floor. The candles broke, and half of the classroom went black.
A dead silence followed. Harry didn't dare look up into Snape's face, and instead stared at the cracked candles lying all over the floor.
'Potter, get out,' said Snape quietly, 'Weasley and Granger, you go as well, and take those little fur balls with you-'
'Hey! Don't call us fur balls you miserable old-' began Pippin, but was silenced by the look on Snape's face.
'Go. Get out. Potter, you can go to the Headmaster and explain why you're not in your Potions class,' continued Snape, 'I'm sure he will be amused by this story.'
'At least someone will,' muttered Sam as they all left the class.
