"Erh Sir? You wanted to see me?"
Professor Severus Snape didn't reply and instead continued to stare at Harry Potter with a fierce intensity that was making Harry shift uncomfortably.
"Professor?"
"You have your mother's eyes Potter." Snape stated calmly, black eyes boring into the littlest Potter, who blinked largely with said Mother's emerald green eyes.
"I get that a lot."
"Do you like your eyes Mr. Potter?" Snape queried menacingly, leaning so far forward in his desk that Harry had to take several steps backwards to avoid sharing an Eskimo kiss with Snape's large, yellow, hooked, oily nose. Harry shuddered? Who knows where it had been?
"Well dooooooooooo you Mr. Potter?" Snape drew out, blinking in an owlish fashion that disturbed Harry to no end.
Harry shrugged and adusted the strap of his bag, "I guess so."
"Would you rather have hazel eyes then? Maybe with a longer nose? Tidier hair? No scar to speek of?" Snape snapped, suddenly standing up and sweeping his way over to one of his potions cabinet, his actions hinting at normalcy where his words clearly betrayed that that was anything but true.
"Not really." Harry muttered, very wierded out by the Head of Slytherin's strange behaviour.
"Are you sure Mr. Potter?" Snape spun around,(almost tripping up over his own robes in the process) his eyes wild and more than slightly mad and Harry was suddenly very, very scared.
"Erhm, quite sure Professor." Harry said quickly as he hastily backed away.
"You'd look just like your father then," Snape breathed excitedly, following Harry step for step until the younger boy's back slammed against the door.
Harry rattled the doorknob to the exit, becoming increasingly more panicked as he realised the door was locked.
"Just like James then." Snape's eyes were diluted and extremely large in his sallow face that was slowly nearing Harry's ear, "Just. Like. James…"
Horror was quickly overtaking Harry's mind at the thought that Snape might actually try and touch him.
"Quick! Look over there! My Dad! He's alive!" Harry yelled, brandishing a pointed finger at a point far in the distance.
"What? Where?" Snape asked desperately, rotating in a large circle, black robes whipping sharply around him.
Silently thanking whatever deity was out there, that where he was concerned anything was possible and it was quite likely that James Potter was somehow alive and was now standing in his enemy's dungeon. Harry muttered a quick unlocking spell and ran like Dumbledure with a packet of lemondrops was after him.
Five minutes later after looking under desks and in Potions vials Snape came to the conclusion that another Potter had got the better of him. Snape pouted and fell down to the dungeon floor sullenly. Well, Snape thought brightly, at least this one hadn't had the use of a restraining order.
Thanks to: DarkSaiph, marajade179 and hell'squeen, hope this chapter was as funny as the rest, and - like I told Kimberly, I know this doesn't make much sense but hopefully it will soon.
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