Due to the fact I was stupid and overlooked my Spell Checker (I swear, it was on my 'To Do' list!), I have been sent quite a few e-mails telling me about mistakes I have made in this story. I'd like to take the time to say SORRY, but I don't have time every day to go over my bloody spelling. With that, I also must say thank you to the people who offered to give me a hand, but I am also refusing. If my Spell Checker DOES happen to miss a few things this time, I ask not to be e-mailed about it as I have a busy schedule for the rest of this summer. Thanks, and please enjoy chapter 2 of Why Snape's Such A Cranky Git.

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Chapter 2- Hogwarts Was Supposed To Be Better- Part 1, Potions **************

"Yes Mr. Potter?" Came a deep, booming voice from the front of the room. The boy addressed smiled smugly to his friends and then looked back up to the teacher.

"It's known as the draught of living death sir." Mr. Potter said simply, looking positively arrogant as the teacher awarded 10 points to Gryffindor.

The greasy-haired boy at the back of the class finally put down his hand and stared at his cauldron. It had been the first question he had been able to answer all day, and had finally hoped to get some points for Slytherin, but that damned Potter....

"Alright class, just to see how much you have remembered over the summer, I'd like everyone to attempt to conjure a simple sleeping potion from memory, we'll be testing the most promising looking ones on.." The teacher paused and glanced around the classroom at various students who were either slinking in their chair, or trying to hide pets they had brought to class. Unfortunately, Severus Snape wasn't so quick to tuck his snake away, "Mr. Snape's pet snake."

The teacher nodded once at Severus, who sighed but nodded back, why was it always him?

The class went by quickly, some potions fizzing wildly and emitting green sparks that smelled strongly of vomit, others steaming so heavily it looked like a small cloud had appeared within the potions dungeon.

Severus nodded slowly to himself, "One ingredient left..." he muttered, reaching over for a shaker labelled, 'Spine of Lionfish'. He added a pinch to his potion, which immediately caused the turquoise-coloured liquid to turn into an electric shade of orange.

He winced; it was the wrong ingredient! But, it couldn't have been, he remembered the potion perfectly.. A pinch of 'Spine of Lionfish'....

He picked up the shaker and sniffed it slightly, and groaned. It wasn't 'Spine of Lionfish' within it, but obviously powdered Unicorn horn...

"Mr. Snape, I suggest you start to clean your cauldron out before your potion burns through its bottom." The teacher sneered, whisking past and looking down at the orange liquid with a look of disgust upon his visage, "I'd have expected you to know not to use Unicorn horn in this potion..."

Severus nodded slowly, and swished his wand. Immediately the cauldron was empty and he sighed heavily, he was so close, he might have gotten full marks!

He glanced across the classroom, where James Potter sat next to his 3 closest friends; Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. He grimaced; James' potion was simmering a pale blue, the perfect minor sleeping potion...

"What?" He muttered to himself, staring at Sirius who was holding up a shaker that looked identical to the one that should have held 'Spine of Lionfish' in it...

Sirius Black winked, and Severus immediately looked livid. Sirius had switched his potion ingredients! He let out a low growl, ~ That bloody Potter and his damned friends! ~ He thought angrily, not even realizing that he had just pounded his fist so hard against his table that his cauldron had jumped and slid off of the wooden surface with a loud clang.

"5 points from Slytherin, and I think a detention at 5 o'clock tonight should due Mr. Snape, obviously for disrupting class."

************************ Yes, short chapter, busy, heading out to my Aunt's house soon to visit my little cousin.