Harry Potter was yet again screwing up his Potion of the Day. And Snape was
already furious for some unknown reason. The greasy git had entered the
classroom shutting the door behind him with a loud bang. Harry had always
tought that the man was slightly deranged, and this day had only proven
him right. The Potions Master kept muttering something under his breath,
which Harry finally recognized as something like 'that damn crab! And who
said that those creatures where easy to take care of?' Harry had thought he
was imagining things and forgot what he had heard. Anyway, he had no time
to think about the man, as his potion started to boil ower. And like that
wasn't enough, he was going to do longbottoms. Which ment that his cauldron
was going to melt. As the students started to notice what was going on,
they started screaming. Well, all except Neville, who was to scared to
scream. Everyone would have thought that he was brave, if he hadn't jumped
in to Hermiones lap.
"Sit down! I said sit down, you imbeciles!" Obviously Snape had taken the command. When the class finally was under control, he strode to Harry and his cauldron.
"Well, well. Mr. Potter wants some attention, obviously. Well, I can guarantee, you will get your attention. Right after you clean this mess up. Without magic. And ten points from Gryffindor." Harry glared at the Potions Master, and had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying something he'd regret. As the rest of the class continued their work, Harry took a cloth and a bucket full of water and started scrubbing the floor. That took guite a long time, since the potions ingredients where very attached to the stone floor.
When Harry finally got the floor clean, the class was almost over. "Potter, get over here. Now" Snape commanded, beconing Harry to his desk. "Write the ingredients of this potion on the board. It's for the next class." "Yes Sir," Harry murmured and started scribbling. The bell rang, but Snape wasn't intending to let Harry go yet. After all, it was Friday afternoon, it would be only fun to hold the brat behind.
Harry was about to be finish, when the chalk snapped into little pieces. Harry turned around to ask for another, when his eyes fell on a book in front of Snape. Harry stared at it surprised. There was a picture of a crab. In an aquarium. What the… "Sir?" "What is it now, Potter?" Harry didn't know what to say. The Professor's interests where none of his business, but still. Why was Snape studying crabs? "Umm… I didn't know you liked animals, Sir." "I don't like animals, I like crabs." "Crabs?" "Yes, they are good pets." Oh, God. This was getting weird. "What?! Who has a crab as a pet?" Snape was getting irritated by the boy. "Well, lots of people have." "Like who?" "Well, like me for example." "You have a pet crab, Sir?" "I have a pet crab. Now, get on whit your work, Potter." "Oh, what's it's name?" Snape turned in his chair to face Harry. "Look, I hardly think it's any of your business!" "With all respect, Sir, I don't believe you." Snape glared at him. 'Oh, great. Now I have to tell the bloody Potter the name of my sweetie- er, my… Emm… crabby- no! I mean, my very fragile crab, which needs lots of, umm taking care of.' "Howard." Harry had a hard time trying not to laugh. "You have a pet crab named howard?!" 'Oh My God. This is hilarious!'. "Yes, now on with your work Potter!" "Yes, Sir. Oh, I need a new chalk, Sir. The old one snapped. Maybe it was your crab-" Out, Potter. Out! Right now!" " Harry grabbed his bag and hurried to his friends. 'I got to tell them. Howard! Unbelieveble.'
I know it's short, but it really is my first fic. I hope it doesn't suck… Maybe someone noticed that there were few lines which actually where taken from the Murder Call. If I get even one positive review I'll write more. Oh, and thank you to Virvatli who encouraged me to do this(and in various other things). So if this fic doesn't please you guys, blame her. Hee…
"Sit down! I said sit down, you imbeciles!" Obviously Snape had taken the command. When the class finally was under control, he strode to Harry and his cauldron.
"Well, well. Mr. Potter wants some attention, obviously. Well, I can guarantee, you will get your attention. Right after you clean this mess up. Without magic. And ten points from Gryffindor." Harry glared at the Potions Master, and had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying something he'd regret. As the rest of the class continued their work, Harry took a cloth and a bucket full of water and started scrubbing the floor. That took guite a long time, since the potions ingredients where very attached to the stone floor.
When Harry finally got the floor clean, the class was almost over. "Potter, get over here. Now" Snape commanded, beconing Harry to his desk. "Write the ingredients of this potion on the board. It's for the next class." "Yes Sir," Harry murmured and started scribbling. The bell rang, but Snape wasn't intending to let Harry go yet. After all, it was Friday afternoon, it would be only fun to hold the brat behind.
Harry was about to be finish, when the chalk snapped into little pieces. Harry turned around to ask for another, when his eyes fell on a book in front of Snape. Harry stared at it surprised. There was a picture of a crab. In an aquarium. What the… "Sir?" "What is it now, Potter?" Harry didn't know what to say. The Professor's interests where none of his business, but still. Why was Snape studying crabs? "Umm… I didn't know you liked animals, Sir." "I don't like animals, I like crabs." "Crabs?" "Yes, they are good pets." Oh, God. This was getting weird. "What?! Who has a crab as a pet?" Snape was getting irritated by the boy. "Well, lots of people have." "Like who?" "Well, like me for example." "You have a pet crab, Sir?" "I have a pet crab. Now, get on whit your work, Potter." "Oh, what's it's name?" Snape turned in his chair to face Harry. "Look, I hardly think it's any of your business!" "With all respect, Sir, I don't believe you." Snape glared at him. 'Oh, great. Now I have to tell the bloody Potter the name of my sweetie- er, my… Emm… crabby- no! I mean, my very fragile crab, which needs lots of, umm taking care of.' "Howard." Harry had a hard time trying not to laugh. "You have a pet crab named howard?!" 'Oh My God. This is hilarious!'. "Yes, now on with your work Potter!" "Yes, Sir. Oh, I need a new chalk, Sir. The old one snapped. Maybe it was your crab-" Out, Potter. Out! Right now!" " Harry grabbed his bag and hurried to his friends. 'I got to tell them. Howard! Unbelieveble.'
I know it's short, but it really is my first fic. I hope it doesn't suck… Maybe someone noticed that there were few lines which actually where taken from the Murder Call. If I get even one positive review I'll write more. Oh, and thank you to Virvatli who encouraged me to do this(and in various other things). So if this fic doesn't please you guys, blame her. Hee…