A/N:
Okay, I'd like to start with sorry I haven't updated this story in so long
people! Yes I have half been execpting to be stoned to death for taking so
friggin long but at least I do have an excuse: I had to repost SIYE and
add a few chapters to that, thus, making it as I would not have time to
update this one.
Well I'm no longer in a shitty mood! ::The crowd cheers:: I got my FF3 and my FF7 so I can die happy now. Now I just want FFA and FFO.....::smiles::
I would also like to thank The Mad Hatter for their review. It actually made my day when I read it.
Anyway, so you won't worry, NO, this is NOT an WIP so be happy! I plan to finish this story. And I'm still out to lunch on it being a SLASH with James/Harry but Lupin/??? will ensue.
Anyways:
Prongs
Chapter IV: More Herbology Mayhem
After a few moments more of argument and insults, Professor Blossmere was finally able to settle everything down.
Much to James and Sirius's dismay, Professor Blossmere all but ordered Lily to work with Snape, seeing as he had rightfully asked her first. Sirius then was paired off with Auther Weasley, and with Peter and Lupin working together, this left James partnerless...well...almost.
"Hey wittle brother," he began slowly, as he walked over to Harry with a large smile plastered on his face. "Wanna be big broder's partner?"
Harry gazed up at him, a single eyebrow raised then looked back at his project and smiled.
"Yeah sure."
James pulled up a stool and took a seat by Harry as he studied the project before them.
Inwardly, Harry was excited. Now he would get a chance to get to know one of his parents without everyone to bother them. But what on earth would he say? What could he? He wasn't allowed to tell him the truth...and trying to get into his personal life...would seem really...weird. Yeah, he could just picture it:
"So James, exactly how old do you think you're going to be when you and Lily, oh yeah, she's my mom by the way, decide to have me as your baby then get blown up by a sadistic madman?"
Yeah. Right.
"So Harry, what part of the Wizarding World do you live in?" James asked as he opened the small bag of soil and began to pour it into the pot.
Harry thought for moment. What would he say?
"Well...I lived in America for a while."
James stared at him curiously. "Really? That's odd, you seem to have an english accent."
"...they speak English there," Harry said quickly, wanting to smack himself. That was a smooth cover up...
"Well I know that...but..." James laughed. "Oh nevermind, it doesn't really matter. So what made you decide you wanted to come to Hogwarts?"
"I was...I"m sort of looking for someone here. In this region that is...and I figured that they might be here."
"Oh? Who?"
"...my parents."
James stared at him for a second, seeming to be in heavy thought before continuing.
"Your parents?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah...I was told that they lived here. I was orphaned...but I'm told it wasn't their fault...and I had to live with another family. They...they never cared about me that much and didn't even want me to come to any type of wizarding school at all."
James gave him a slight frown of sympathy. "Sorry about that Harry...can I call you Harry?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah sure. And what should I call you?"
James thought for a moment then smiled. "Call me Prongs, all my close friends do." Harry found himself smiling at him again. His father just told him to call him by his famed nickname...the name only very few others knew about...
"Alright, but why do they call you Prongs?"
James gave him a sly smirk. "Now THAT, I won't tell you. But you are welcome to call me that if you like."
Harry nodded. Should have guessed his father wouldn't tell him too much about himself, or at least, not so quickly.
"So do you know what you're parents look, like Harry?" James asked curiously.
"Um...not really. I suspect that they look like me but that's all."
James studied him for a moment, then nodded. He finally got around to pouring in the soil when Harry found him stealing a glance over at Lily and Snape.
Snape was busy flirting with her, leaning on the near wall beside their work table, making her giggle slightly with his words.
Harry watched as James's lips curled into a deep frown and smiled. So this is when his parents got to gather...in their seventh year...
But more to the point, it also explained why Snape hates him so much in the future. He must of have had feelings for his mother and James was able to steal her heart away.
Harry almost laughed at the thought of being Harry Snape...but then again...a hooked nose...slimy, greasy hair...being ugly in general...god, maybe it WASN'T funny...
Harry shook the horrible image of himself looking like Snape out of his mind and continued to stare at his father, who had yet to turn away from staring at the couple, his frown becoming that of a jealous one.
"Um...Prongs?"
"What Harry?"
"...you're wasting our 'project' all over the table..."
"Oh!" James cried startled as he finally realized he had over filled the pot and sat the bag down quickly as he tried to scoop up the access dirt into his hand and put it back, missing horribly.
Harry laughed slightly. "You must really like her."
James paused, looking up at him slightly startled with scarlet on his cheeks. "Who? Me? Like Lily?"
Harry laughed again. "Who else? I see the way you stare."
James laughed slightly himself. "No me and Lily...we just met and everything. I don't even know her that well."
James paused to think for a moment. "All I know is she's nice...and pretty...and smart...and pretty...and has a great sense of humor...and-"
"Pretty?" Harry finished, still laughing. "Yeah, you established that fact already."
James smirked. "Did I? I hadn't really noticed..."
Harry shook his head. It was love at first sight with his parents and he knew it. They were both just rather...shy...which made this all the more funnier to him. But a sad thought crept into his mind. His parents seemed so...well...fun...and it would have been nice to know them from the point of view as their son.
"Harry?"
He looked up, James staring at him in slight concern. "What's up? You're face dropped so suddenly...oh..."
Harry nodded slightly and James smiled. "Ah don't worry about it mate. I'm sure you'll find them, and when you do, I'm sure they'd be proud to know that you are their son."
At those words, Harry smiled weakly and had to turn away. Maybe if his parents had lived longer...to get to know him...maybe they would be proud. Maybe they would have given him the love that he never processed in his youthful days...or even now. Yes, he had people that did care about him...but it wasn't the same as a mother's love or a father's at all. That type of love was special...and he had never and would never, be able to have it.
"...psst! Prongs!"
Harry looked up so see Sirius calling his father again with a wicked grin on his face.
He gave one quick glance to Snape, then at their wands, then looked back up at James, who slowly let an mischievous smirk play on his lips. Harry looked between the two, as James rounded the table and joined Sirius's workstation, along with Peter. Lupin had decided to continue his work with Auther, who was looking at the trio with suspicion.
Harry caught both Ron and Hermione staring at him in confusion but all he could do was hunch.
*~*~*~*
"...So Lily, you know the Halloween dance is coming up?"
Lily only shook her head shyly as she winced at the sounds of her giggling friends. Didn't they have somewhere else they could GO??
"So has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" Snape went on, giving her his most charming smile that she was positive that could break glass.
"Well..."
Actually, quite a few guys had asked Lily to the dance...just not the one she WANTED to ask her to the dance...
True, she wouldn't mind going with Snape...but what if James asked her just like with this Herbology class: five seconds AFTER she agreed to go with Snape?
No. Hell no. She couldn't let that happen again. Now: how to tell one of the few Slytherin House Members that has actually been nice to you for the past six years you've been going to Hogwarts you'd rather crawl into an air duct and die while having Peeves do a tap-dance on your grave then have the mistake of James Potter, god of Gryffindor, asking you to the dance RIGHT after he did...
Boy, Lily was starting to think that she thought a little to hard...
"Um...someone did ask me to the dance..." And this was true.
"...And? Do you have a date?" Snape pressed further. Wasn't 'someone asked me to the dance' enough for this man?
'Okay Lily," she thought to herself. 'The moment of truth. Either lie through your teeth saying you have a date in the blind hope that James Potter may or may not ask you and you ending up looking like a complete and utter ass if he doesn't, and may I add, a dateless one...or sticking to the morals that it isn't polite to tell a lie, even the little white ones, and going with Snape to the dance then killing yourself when James has the galls to ask after you agree to go with Snape...well...at least Peeves will still get to dance on your grave...so one of you will be happy...and god, I DO think to much...'
Decisions, decisions.
"Well actually..." she began, taking in a deep breath. "I...::sigh:: don't have a date."
"Really?" Snape replied, Lily seeing all to well that he was pleased. Damn her morals. Stupid mother and her damn teachings of morals. He was going to ask her-and she was far to nice to just turn him down like the rest, this was SNAPE...he was different-and there she'd be. With Snape. At a dance. Looking at James and his date the ENTIRE time...
Lily had to wonder if James just had bad timing. I mean, what if Snape asked her into marriage?? And James asked FIVE SECONDS after he did? And would she be that STUPID to tell him no?
Lily sighed as she prepared to forcer herself to give him a 'yes'.
"Because if you don't have a date Lily..." She gasped as the first dim light hit Snape directly in his back and she placed a hand of her mouth.
"...and you really want to go to the dance..." And another unnoticeable dim light hit Snape's hair and Lily immediately bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.
"...and you want to have a good time..." Lily stole a glance this time at the owner of this dim lights as it hit Snape's pants causing her to snort somewhat but still, oblivious to Snape.
Should have guessed. James to the rescue with Sirius and Peter following in his lead while Remus tried to ignore them.
"...then you are more then welcome..." This time the light hit his nose. My god. Was he that wrapped up in himself he couldn't tell the entire class room was in a state of mad giggles now?
Not at all. Snape leaned more on the wall, Lily guessing for that more seductive feel as he smirked at her and Lily fought the urge to burst into fights of laughter.
"To go to the dance with me," he finished finally, waiting for her answer just as Peter sent Snape a new hex, giving him the ears and tail of a donkey while Sirius put in glowing letters on Snape's back: Lucius Malfoy's Personal Jackass.
Lily couldn't hold it in anymore. She slowly uncovered her mouth to try to answer him but her words failed her and she burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, nearly falling off her stool in the process.
Snape frowned at her. He had just asked 'his girl' to the Halloween ball that would come in just a few short weeks and she was laughing at him?
"Lily, whatever do you find so funny?"
And that's when he noticed she wasn't the only one laughing at him. He glared around the room to find most of the houses, especially the Gryffindor's, in a state of near hyperventilation.
That Alexander boy had was smacking his work station with is fist as his shoulders shook with uncontrollable laughter, the Granger girl had her mouth covered with both hands as she giggled madly, that McDonald kid was on the floor in tears as he gave off the wierdest high pitch laugh that sent most of the people around him in another fit of laughter.
He glanced over at his house members and found most of them to be laughing as well, Bellatrix was in a mad crackle along with her boyfriend Rodolphus , Narissa was even giggling a bit but at least Lucius didn't seem to find any of it funny at all.
He gave a swift glare to the Potter and his cronies to find Pettigrew on the floor in tears as well, that mutt barking in laughter and Potter smiled at him at him in innocence as he laughed as well.
He looked up at the Herbology professor who was staring back at him as if SHE had done something wrong, biting her lower lip as she quicky ran to her desk and pulled out a hand mirror.
She slowly made her way over to him and held it out to him. He snatched it swiftly from her hand and looked at himself and opening his mouth in shock looked down at the rest of him, nearly dropped the glass believed to give a person 7 years of bad luck.
What had they DONE? His nose was long and pointed, his beautiful raven...my god...it was cut in all sorts of layers with bald patches, strikes of hot pink tinting most of the stands.
And where was that draft coming from? Why, no pants, that's where! As matter of fact, he wasn't even wearing a decent pair of boxers...only a string bikini, pink in color to match his hair of course, with little lips making the 'smacking' sound all over them.
His robe had been shrank three times it's normal size, he realized as he had to pry the thing off his back. And then he realized why Lucius wasn't laughing...especially when he read the little message on the back.
He glared hatefully at Potter, his eyes narrowed and flamed, his slips curled into a deep sneer that died out most of the laughter in the room and made the other half at least go to giggles.
He slammed his robe down and pointed his finger at Potter, opening his mouth to speak the vilest of vile cursing words he knew before he complete obviated the little gremlin for destroy his chances with Lily and once again, shattering his ego in front of his peers.
But he felt his anger rise more when the only sound that would come out his mouth was: HEE HAW! HEE HAW!!
The class went into another tirade of laughter, Potter taking off his glasses and whipping his eyes.
Snarling, and forgetting the fact he had a wand, Snape flung himself on Potter, grabbing him by the throat and slamming his head with great force into the floor below, ending the laugher abruptly as the teacher screamed for them to decease and calling for that Grander girl to get the Headmaster.
But Snape didn't care. He dug his finger nails deeper into the flesh of James neck, drawling blood as he began to squeeze down hard, causing the raven haired boy to chock slightly. He felt the other boy's nails dig into his scalp as he pulled at his hair roughly, growling in fury as he tried to pry Snape's hands off with his other free hand.
Snape felt the wind get knocked out of him as James brought his knee up to his stomach with heavy force. Retaliating, he let one of his hands falter and punched James hard across the face, enjoying the rather 'popping' sound it made when it connected. He had dislocated his jaw.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Snape! Please! Stop this immediately!" Professor Bloosmere cried in despair over the many onslaughts of cheers and commands for each boy to beat the living shit out of the other, both trying their hardest to oblige to the request as they rolled around on the floor.
But it all ended to quickly for Snape, who was pulled up rather swiftly by his collar and pulled back into the arms of Crabbe as Potter was pulled up by Black, both struggling to break free so that they may continue on.
Dumbledore stood, frowning at both of them as the class looked on in silence.
"Mr. Potter...Mr. Snape? Follow me to my office...NOW," he replied in a firm, in a tone they both knew was not to be argued with.
Dumbledore gave the pair one last look of disappointment, then started for the exit.
Professor Blossmere let Snape leave first, then James followed, turning at the doorway and giving a slightly bow and a wink as some of his house mates even bothered to cheer for him, much to Professor Blossmere disapproval.
Harry saw Lily only shake her head sadly and he felt himself getting sightly worried.
James wouldn't get expelled for this...would he?
A/N: Decided to have a little fight at the end. Dunno. Thought it needed a fight. I like fighting. Sorry. ::Smiles:: ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed and more to come shortly!
Next Chapter: A less then usual punishment for our favorite Snake and Lion: A PLAY?? Huh? Yes, watch and marvel as James and Serverus must produce and star in a nice show stopping number or well...get suspended and have their houses kicking their butts for all the house points lost.
Oh yeah...and did I mention it has to be based off a DISNEY movie...?
::evil laughter ensues::
Well I'm no longer in a shitty mood! ::The crowd cheers:: I got my FF3 and my FF7 so I can die happy now. Now I just want FFA and FFO.....::smiles::
I would also like to thank The Mad Hatter for their review. It actually made my day when I read it.
Anyway, so you won't worry, NO, this is NOT an WIP so be happy! I plan to finish this story. And I'm still out to lunch on it being a SLASH with James/Harry but Lupin/??? will ensue.
Anyways:
Prongs
Chapter IV: More Herbology Mayhem
After a few moments more of argument and insults, Professor Blossmere was finally able to settle everything down.
Much to James and Sirius's dismay, Professor Blossmere all but ordered Lily to work with Snape, seeing as he had rightfully asked her first. Sirius then was paired off with Auther Weasley, and with Peter and Lupin working together, this left James partnerless...well...almost.
"Hey wittle brother," he began slowly, as he walked over to Harry with a large smile plastered on his face. "Wanna be big broder's partner?"
Harry gazed up at him, a single eyebrow raised then looked back at his project and smiled.
"Yeah sure."
James pulled up a stool and took a seat by Harry as he studied the project before them.
Inwardly, Harry was excited. Now he would get a chance to get to know one of his parents without everyone to bother them. But what on earth would he say? What could he? He wasn't allowed to tell him the truth...and trying to get into his personal life...would seem really...weird. Yeah, he could just picture it:
"So James, exactly how old do you think you're going to be when you and Lily, oh yeah, she's my mom by the way, decide to have me as your baby then get blown up by a sadistic madman?"
Yeah. Right.
"So Harry, what part of the Wizarding World do you live in?" James asked as he opened the small bag of soil and began to pour it into the pot.
Harry thought for moment. What would he say?
"Well...I lived in America for a while."
James stared at him curiously. "Really? That's odd, you seem to have an english accent."
"...they speak English there," Harry said quickly, wanting to smack himself. That was a smooth cover up...
"Well I know that...but..." James laughed. "Oh nevermind, it doesn't really matter. So what made you decide you wanted to come to Hogwarts?"
"I was...I"m sort of looking for someone here. In this region that is...and I figured that they might be here."
"Oh? Who?"
"...my parents."
James stared at him for a second, seeming to be in heavy thought before continuing.
"Your parents?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah...I was told that they lived here. I was orphaned...but I'm told it wasn't their fault...and I had to live with another family. They...they never cared about me that much and didn't even want me to come to any type of wizarding school at all."
James gave him a slight frown of sympathy. "Sorry about that Harry...can I call you Harry?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah sure. And what should I call you?"
James thought for a moment then smiled. "Call me Prongs, all my close friends do." Harry found himself smiling at him again. His father just told him to call him by his famed nickname...the name only very few others knew about...
"Alright, but why do they call you Prongs?"
James gave him a sly smirk. "Now THAT, I won't tell you. But you are welcome to call me that if you like."
Harry nodded. Should have guessed his father wouldn't tell him too much about himself, or at least, not so quickly.
"So do you know what you're parents look, like Harry?" James asked curiously.
"Um...not really. I suspect that they look like me but that's all."
James studied him for a moment, then nodded. He finally got around to pouring in the soil when Harry found him stealing a glance over at Lily and Snape.
Snape was busy flirting with her, leaning on the near wall beside their work table, making her giggle slightly with his words.
Harry watched as James's lips curled into a deep frown and smiled. So this is when his parents got to gather...in their seventh year...
But more to the point, it also explained why Snape hates him so much in the future. He must of have had feelings for his mother and James was able to steal her heart away.
Harry almost laughed at the thought of being Harry Snape...but then again...a hooked nose...slimy, greasy hair...being ugly in general...god, maybe it WASN'T funny...
Harry shook the horrible image of himself looking like Snape out of his mind and continued to stare at his father, who had yet to turn away from staring at the couple, his frown becoming that of a jealous one.
"Um...Prongs?"
"What Harry?"
"...you're wasting our 'project' all over the table..."
"Oh!" James cried startled as he finally realized he had over filled the pot and sat the bag down quickly as he tried to scoop up the access dirt into his hand and put it back, missing horribly.
Harry laughed slightly. "You must really like her."
James paused, looking up at him slightly startled with scarlet on his cheeks. "Who? Me? Like Lily?"
Harry laughed again. "Who else? I see the way you stare."
James laughed slightly himself. "No me and Lily...we just met and everything. I don't even know her that well."
James paused to think for a moment. "All I know is she's nice...and pretty...and smart...and pretty...and has a great sense of humor...and-"
"Pretty?" Harry finished, still laughing. "Yeah, you established that fact already."
James smirked. "Did I? I hadn't really noticed..."
Harry shook his head. It was love at first sight with his parents and he knew it. They were both just rather...shy...which made this all the more funnier to him. But a sad thought crept into his mind. His parents seemed so...well...fun...and it would have been nice to know them from the point of view as their son.
"Harry?"
He looked up, James staring at him in slight concern. "What's up? You're face dropped so suddenly...oh..."
Harry nodded slightly and James smiled. "Ah don't worry about it mate. I'm sure you'll find them, and when you do, I'm sure they'd be proud to know that you are their son."
At those words, Harry smiled weakly and had to turn away. Maybe if his parents had lived longer...to get to know him...maybe they would be proud. Maybe they would have given him the love that he never processed in his youthful days...or even now. Yes, he had people that did care about him...but it wasn't the same as a mother's love or a father's at all. That type of love was special...and he had never and would never, be able to have it.
"...psst! Prongs!"
Harry looked up so see Sirius calling his father again with a wicked grin on his face.
He gave one quick glance to Snape, then at their wands, then looked back up at James, who slowly let an mischievous smirk play on his lips. Harry looked between the two, as James rounded the table and joined Sirius's workstation, along with Peter. Lupin had decided to continue his work with Auther, who was looking at the trio with suspicion.
Harry caught both Ron and Hermione staring at him in confusion but all he could do was hunch.
*~*~*~*
"...So Lily, you know the Halloween dance is coming up?"
Lily only shook her head shyly as she winced at the sounds of her giggling friends. Didn't they have somewhere else they could GO??
"So has anyone asked you to the dance yet?" Snape went on, giving her his most charming smile that she was positive that could break glass.
"Well..."
Actually, quite a few guys had asked Lily to the dance...just not the one she WANTED to ask her to the dance...
True, she wouldn't mind going with Snape...but what if James asked her just like with this Herbology class: five seconds AFTER she agreed to go with Snape?
No. Hell no. She couldn't let that happen again. Now: how to tell one of the few Slytherin House Members that has actually been nice to you for the past six years you've been going to Hogwarts you'd rather crawl into an air duct and die while having Peeves do a tap-dance on your grave then have the mistake of James Potter, god of Gryffindor, asking you to the dance RIGHT after he did...
Boy, Lily was starting to think that she thought a little to hard...
"Um...someone did ask me to the dance..." And this was true.
"...And? Do you have a date?" Snape pressed further. Wasn't 'someone asked me to the dance' enough for this man?
'Okay Lily," she thought to herself. 'The moment of truth. Either lie through your teeth saying you have a date in the blind hope that James Potter may or may not ask you and you ending up looking like a complete and utter ass if he doesn't, and may I add, a dateless one...or sticking to the morals that it isn't polite to tell a lie, even the little white ones, and going with Snape to the dance then killing yourself when James has the galls to ask after you agree to go with Snape...well...at least Peeves will still get to dance on your grave...so one of you will be happy...and god, I DO think to much...'
Decisions, decisions.
"Well actually..." she began, taking in a deep breath. "I...::sigh:: don't have a date."
"Really?" Snape replied, Lily seeing all to well that he was pleased. Damn her morals. Stupid mother and her damn teachings of morals. He was going to ask her-and she was far to nice to just turn him down like the rest, this was SNAPE...he was different-and there she'd be. With Snape. At a dance. Looking at James and his date the ENTIRE time...
Lily had to wonder if James just had bad timing. I mean, what if Snape asked her into marriage?? And James asked FIVE SECONDS after he did? And would she be that STUPID to tell him no?
Lily sighed as she prepared to forcer herself to give him a 'yes'.
"Because if you don't have a date Lily..." She gasped as the first dim light hit Snape directly in his back and she placed a hand of her mouth.
"...and you really want to go to the dance..." And another unnoticeable dim light hit Snape's hair and Lily immediately bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.
"...and you want to have a good time..." Lily stole a glance this time at the owner of this dim lights as it hit Snape's pants causing her to snort somewhat but still, oblivious to Snape.
Should have guessed. James to the rescue with Sirius and Peter following in his lead while Remus tried to ignore them.
"...then you are more then welcome..." This time the light hit his nose. My god. Was he that wrapped up in himself he couldn't tell the entire class room was in a state of mad giggles now?
Not at all. Snape leaned more on the wall, Lily guessing for that more seductive feel as he smirked at her and Lily fought the urge to burst into fights of laughter.
"To go to the dance with me," he finished finally, waiting for her answer just as Peter sent Snape a new hex, giving him the ears and tail of a donkey while Sirius put in glowing letters on Snape's back: Lucius Malfoy's Personal Jackass.
Lily couldn't hold it in anymore. She slowly uncovered her mouth to try to answer him but her words failed her and she burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, nearly falling off her stool in the process.
Snape frowned at her. He had just asked 'his girl' to the Halloween ball that would come in just a few short weeks and she was laughing at him?
"Lily, whatever do you find so funny?"
And that's when he noticed she wasn't the only one laughing at him. He glared around the room to find most of the houses, especially the Gryffindor's, in a state of near hyperventilation.
That Alexander boy had was smacking his work station with is fist as his shoulders shook with uncontrollable laughter, the Granger girl had her mouth covered with both hands as she giggled madly, that McDonald kid was on the floor in tears as he gave off the wierdest high pitch laugh that sent most of the people around him in another fit of laughter.
He glanced over at his house members and found most of them to be laughing as well, Bellatrix was in a mad crackle along with her boyfriend Rodolphus , Narissa was even giggling a bit but at least Lucius didn't seem to find any of it funny at all.
He gave a swift glare to the Potter and his cronies to find Pettigrew on the floor in tears as well, that mutt barking in laughter and Potter smiled at him at him in innocence as he laughed as well.
He looked up at the Herbology professor who was staring back at him as if SHE had done something wrong, biting her lower lip as she quicky ran to her desk and pulled out a hand mirror.
She slowly made her way over to him and held it out to him. He snatched it swiftly from her hand and looked at himself and opening his mouth in shock looked down at the rest of him, nearly dropped the glass believed to give a person 7 years of bad luck.
What had they DONE? His nose was long and pointed, his beautiful raven...my god...it was cut in all sorts of layers with bald patches, strikes of hot pink tinting most of the stands.
And where was that draft coming from? Why, no pants, that's where! As matter of fact, he wasn't even wearing a decent pair of boxers...only a string bikini, pink in color to match his hair of course, with little lips making the 'smacking' sound all over them.
His robe had been shrank three times it's normal size, he realized as he had to pry the thing off his back. And then he realized why Lucius wasn't laughing...especially when he read the little message on the back.
He glared hatefully at Potter, his eyes narrowed and flamed, his slips curled into a deep sneer that died out most of the laughter in the room and made the other half at least go to giggles.
He slammed his robe down and pointed his finger at Potter, opening his mouth to speak the vilest of vile cursing words he knew before he complete obviated the little gremlin for destroy his chances with Lily and once again, shattering his ego in front of his peers.
But he felt his anger rise more when the only sound that would come out his mouth was: HEE HAW! HEE HAW!!
The class went into another tirade of laughter, Potter taking off his glasses and whipping his eyes.
Snarling, and forgetting the fact he had a wand, Snape flung himself on Potter, grabbing him by the throat and slamming his head with great force into the floor below, ending the laugher abruptly as the teacher screamed for them to decease and calling for that Grander girl to get the Headmaster.
But Snape didn't care. He dug his finger nails deeper into the flesh of James neck, drawling blood as he began to squeeze down hard, causing the raven haired boy to chock slightly. He felt the other boy's nails dig into his scalp as he pulled at his hair roughly, growling in fury as he tried to pry Snape's hands off with his other free hand.
Snape felt the wind get knocked out of him as James brought his knee up to his stomach with heavy force. Retaliating, he let one of his hands falter and punched James hard across the face, enjoying the rather 'popping' sound it made when it connected. He had dislocated his jaw.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Snape! Please! Stop this immediately!" Professor Bloosmere cried in despair over the many onslaughts of cheers and commands for each boy to beat the living shit out of the other, both trying their hardest to oblige to the request as they rolled around on the floor.
But it all ended to quickly for Snape, who was pulled up rather swiftly by his collar and pulled back into the arms of Crabbe as Potter was pulled up by Black, both struggling to break free so that they may continue on.
Dumbledore stood, frowning at both of them as the class looked on in silence.
"Mr. Potter...Mr. Snape? Follow me to my office...NOW," he replied in a firm, in a tone they both knew was not to be argued with.
Dumbledore gave the pair one last look of disappointment, then started for the exit.
Professor Blossmere let Snape leave first, then James followed, turning at the doorway and giving a slightly bow and a wink as some of his house mates even bothered to cheer for him, much to Professor Blossmere disapproval.
Harry saw Lily only shake her head sadly and he felt himself getting sightly worried.
James wouldn't get expelled for this...would he?
A/N: Decided to have a little fight at the end. Dunno. Thought it needed a fight. I like fighting. Sorry. ::Smiles:: ANYWAY, I hope you enjoyed and more to come shortly!
Next Chapter: A less then usual punishment for our favorite Snake and Lion: A PLAY?? Huh? Yes, watch and marvel as James and Serverus must produce and star in a nice show stopping number or well...get suspended and have their houses kicking their butts for all the house points lost.
Oh yeah...and did I mention it has to be based off a DISNEY movie...?
::evil laughter ensues::