Potions Master Down
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By Mae Noelle
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Disclaimer -- I don't own a thing. In this story. Nope, though it is brilliantly written to fool you all, this actually belongs to a more brilliant author, JKR, to whom I am indebted with my life. All praise JKR!
Summary -- You must understand the summary by now. Sev/Herm, cute & cliché, distorted and I hope to have suspense, horror, romance, tragedy, humor, romance, adventure, action, humor, parody, humor, and humor (what else is on the list? Oh, yah, mystery. Hope to have mystery, too). All you will get probably is some drama and my own distorted romance. I am sorry. @_@
Authors Note -- three chapters in three days! Wow, I am amazing sometimes. *looks around to anyone who would say otherwise, and absentmindedly fingers her 33mm*
No amazing story notes I can think of as of yet, sorry. Confused about anything? Just wait a bit, it will probably work itself out. If it doesn't, then review me your question and I shall answer. Weee! Now, let the adventure begin! ^_^
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Chapter three
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Harry sat down for dinner in his usual spot next to Ron near the middle of the Gryffindor table. Hermione followed close behind and sat on the other side of the table, across from Harry, and she unintentionally slammed her things down onto floor beside her.
"I can not believe that we didn't have potions today!" Ron said loudly, grabbing things hastily to put onto his plate, knocking the pile of potatoes over and sending them rolling down the table.
"You would think this a godsend for you, Ron," Hermione said airily, mad herself at having missed the chance to make potions that day, but was more intent on what caused their professor to skip class that day and leave the class standing outside the door for two hours.
"Why, it is, but the fact remains that now my potion is probably ruined thanks to that damn git," Ron yelled, blindly stabbing his fork into whatever lay in front of him. "I bet he did this just to ruin us all, and have us all fail potions!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed a potato that had made its way in front of her plate. "I am glad I did finish my potion, though. It would have been disastrous had I missed a day on adding my ingredients." She forked her potato onto her plate and reached over to grab some salt.
"Well, I am glad my potion is so versatile," Harry said slowly, poking his food. "But I wonder what happened to Snape? It must have been important, to call him away from class like that, as he never missed potions before-"
"Except during the Wizarding War," Hermione interrupted.
"D-do you think this has something to do with You-know-who, then?" Ron dropped his fork and instinctually moved closer to the table and Harry.
Hermione and Harry both gave Ron withering looks.
"Ron, you know Voldemorts gone," Harry said, earning a few looks from around him. Voldemort was still a touchy subject.
"Don't say the name!" Ron hissed, and looked around fervently. "Yes, I know he's gone, but I am sure not all his followers are," He picked back up his fork. "Perhaps Dumbledore had to send Snape in to clean up, or something,"
"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't make Professor Snape do that during the day unless it was very important, and surely they would have at least brought in a substitute professor." Hermione eyed the head table, where the empty chair between Professors Dumbledore and Sprout stood out most of all, and not only to herself.
Plates were in the process of being emptied and people were all about ready to go on up to their commons when Professor Dumbledore stood up and motioned for all to listen.
Dumbledore folded his arms and they disappeared under his shinning navy blue robe, and he tilted his head down and waited for the students to become quiet.
"As I am sure you have all noticed," He began, and any noise still evident among the crowd evaporated. "Professor Snape has been detained. And as this private urgency has taken away your Potions Master, I am afraid that potions will have to be postponed until further notice, much to your disappointment, I am sure." Here he smiled, and his eyes twinkled from behind his half-moon glasses. He was looking out to too many happy faces, concerning the dreadful matter.
After a moment he sat down, and there was a rush of scraping of chairs to get out of the great hall and spread the gossip.
"Of course he tells us now," Ron muttered, throwing down his fork and getting up from his chair. "Right after we stand for hours waiting to get into potions,"
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Severus' eyes flew open, and the first thing he did was to shut them again as the light and images came flooding into his view.
Someone was prodding and poking his arm. Finally it stopped, and Severus felt the edge of unconsciousness coming to envelop him, when suddenly he felt a cold, sharp pain slicing through his body. That damned someone had just jabbed a needle in his arm!
He opened his eyes again, and swatted away the person torturing him, and after hearing the person gasp, and blurrily seeing the person dash away, he closed his eyes and went peacefully back to sleep.
What felt like two seconds later he felt himself being awoken again, much to his misery.
"Severus?"
He opened one of his eyes. Why, that sounds like Albus, he said groggily to himself.
Trying to focus in the images of the heads floating over him, the person to his right repeated, yet more softly, "Severus? Are you fully awake? Can you hear me?"
He focused his vision enough to clearly distinguish each person from the other, and to see that the person speaking to him was indeed Albus Dumbledore.
Albus turned slightly to the person next to him, Madame Pomfrey, and whispered something to her.
Severus, thinking Pomfrey might do something drastic should she believe him to not be conscious yet, quickly made to sit up, and said feverently, "Do not trouble yourselves, I am awake and fine."
But before he could move his body into a sitting position, Pomfrey seized him by the arms and was pushing him forcibly back onto the hospital bed.
"Professor Snape you shall NOT be getting out of this bed until I have made CERTAIN you are in a fit enough condition to be back wandering about the halls, do you hear me?"
Minerva and Albus shrank back slightly at the sound of the woman's outburst, along with Severus himself. Severus looked to his side quickly, and saw that only those four were in the infirmary at the moment.
Severus found himself complying against his wishes, and stayed in the position he was put in, though he felt his anger emanating from himself and put a scowl on his face, just to show his impatience with the woman and her silly ways.
He turned to Albus, whose smiling eyes hid his laughter. Snape furrowed his brows and shot Pomfrey a look before questioning the headmaster.
"Would anyone mind telling me exactly what is going on? The last thing I can remember is being in the dungeons looking over the seventh year's Potions Projects and such, and then-" Snape's voice faltered as he remembered that idiot boys faulty potion. what could it have done?
"What exactly did happen, Severus?" Albus said calmly, seating himself on a chair next to the bed. "All we know is that the students complained of you not coming to potions one day, and though we tried to contact you, you wouldn't answer. So we forced our way in, and found the Potions room a mess." Albus leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, and dropped them in his lap. "And you, curiously enough, where lying asleep on your desk - and -" the headmaster looked over at the desk he was next to, where a small wooden framed mirror lay, and he turned back to Severus. "Well, we shall get to that part later. Anyway, we found a sort of gas in the air, set off, I believe, by the potions that were in your class at the moment. I do believe some of the gasses combined to form - what was it? oh, yes - Carbon Monoxide." Here he looked over to Minerva, who nodded. "Fortunately, there was not enough of that to kill you-" Here someone coughed- "But you seemed to have fallen asleep sometime before your entire classroom was dismantled."
Minerva walked forward a bit, and out of her pocket she took a blue little vile. "Something odd, though, Severus, was that all the things in your room weren't destroyed, but they were - I don't know quite how to describe it - new, I assume. Things were knocked over, and some things a bit broken, yes, but everything was shiny and clean, and I am happy to say, your dirty room finally had a wash job." She dropped the blue vile into Severus' lap.
Severus thought for a moment about going back to his dingy Potions room, only to find it sparkling clean and smelling like pine.
"What exactly were the potions in your possession, Severus?" Minerva asked cautiously, watching Severus finger the vile.
"Grangers potion, one that is supposed to make gold, and Longbottoms. which is. a. youth potion." Severus stopped moving. He closed his eyes for a minute, and prayed to whatever was listening hoping that that damn idiot didn't screw him up too bad.
"Ah! Well! That settles that!" Albus leaned over and grabbed the small wooden-framed mirror on the desk by the handle, and handed it over to Severus. "Here, take a look."
Severus looked a moment at the mirror, and then took it from the hands of the headmaster. The wooden side was facing him. After a moment of unfathomable worry he turned over the mirror and looked hesitantly into it.
His first thought was, 'why, nothing is wrong at all - what are they trying to pull?' but then he turned back to the mirror and stared. He felt his mouth drop open, and he turned the mirror to and fro.
"Dear God!" He exclaimed, and dropped the mirror.
"Severus, it looks like you just walked in from getting your Potions Master Degree," Minerva said quietly, and turned to look at Albus. "I would say twenty something years have just been knocked off."
"Not quite so bad a loss, though, is it?" Albus said, smiling.
"But we don't know if that is the only effect of the gasses!" Madame Pomfrey said quickly, and took the liberty to push back Severus, who was slowly making his way up to a sitting position. "He could die tomorrow!"
"I am not stupid," Severus sneered. He could not ever remember disliking this woman so much. "I would not even think about giving Longbottom any two ingredients that could somehow add together and become lethal in any way."
"But still! The things that could be happening inside you at this moment! We must begin testing at once, and not stop until we are completely satisfied."
"I can be tested easily enough from a far." Severus growled, and picked back up the little blue vile. He studied it for a minute before saying, "I don't remember having any blue containers whatsoever," he looked closely at it, before dropping it back onto the sheets.
"Yes, well, that is because everything in that room - including you - became not only newer (or younger), but blue." Albus coughed slightly and looked away.
Severus stared.
"BUT as you can see, we have fixed that easily enough (just look down at yourself), and you will soon see that there is almost nothing in your room which is not the right color." Minerva said quickly, seeing Severus' astonished and borderline horrified look.
"Since I can not get out of here myself," Severus said slowly, turning his glare once more to Pomfrey, "Could someone be so kind as to get to me Longbottoms notes and reports?" He sneered and turned to Albus. "I need to see all the ingredients and how he added them - I will need to be quick in finding out if this potion wares out at all or if an antidote is even possible-"
"One step ahead of you!" Albus said, raising his hand to the desk again, this time bringing forth a stack of ill-kept parchments. "The notes regarding Neville Longbottoms Potions project." He said, handing them over to Severus.
Severus quickly snatched them (politely) from his hands, and began to quickly read through the notes.
Albus coughed and leaned towards Severus slightly. "And I took the liberty of checking how to bring about an antidote for the potion noted here, and any effects of it,"
Severus lowered the papers slightly, and slowly turned his head toward Albus, who was sitting still and silent.
Likewise everyone else in the room turned their gaze to Albus.
"I wasn't informed of this," Minerva said quickly, looking slightly angry.
Albus smiled slightly to himself, and leaned forward to take the papers out of Severus' hand. He picked out a piece of parchment in the back, which held notes of his own.
"I am afraid," Albus said slowly, looking over the parchment with a swift glance. "That my hope of this being a temporary spell is in vain. Indeed, you look just as you did when you came into the infirmary - over a week ago. And -" Here Severus was leaning so far over that Pomfrey had made her way over to him and pushed him back against the bed. Albus looked on in amusement and continued, "And, I am afraid Mister Longbottom did not document his Potions making correctly, for the potion had obviously gone astray. The results of this documented potion would be very different from the results of the one that you came in contact with. And we have not had luck in finding out exactly how the potion was made, to create an antidote (should you want one.)." At that Albus winked.
The chances that the potion was easily reversible or temporary were very good - leave it to Longbottom to completely screw up everything. Severus sighed and closed his eyes.
"Of course, now that you're with us, you will be able to help. Why, they do not call you Potions Master for nothing." Albus smiled warmly down to his now-young friend, and placed the parchments onto the desk, making to stand.
"Of course only after we have made sure he is-"
"Yes, yes, of course," Albus said, smiling again, "We would not dream of taking away your patient until you have taken the necessary precautions."
Severus looked at Albus, and tried his best to give off a pleading look.
Albus just stared forward, refusing to catch his eye, and said with a yawn, "Good-bye for now, Severus, I hope the next time we meet I will have the answer for the potion, or at least some better news."
Minerva followed closely behind Albus, and waved slightly to Severus, before looking back to Pomfrey with an odd expression on her face.
Madame Pomfrey just smiled slightly, and took out from a cabinet on the other side of the infirmary a large bottle of green liquid, and what Severus supposed was the needle he had been last pricked with.
He slinked back on his bed and shook his head slightly. "Pomfrey, you know as well as I do that these precautions are unnecessary! A waste of your recourses, and, what is infinitely worse, my time," She just got out little viles and a tray, and began making her way over to him. "I can just as well figure out for myself what is wrong, and I will do a better job, in not even a fraction of the time. In fact, I think I even know a spell that can determine in thirty seconds if there is any after effect of a potion within a mile of myself,"
Pomfrey raised an eyebrow. "Why, Severus, I do believe those are some of the same excuses the students use on a daily basis. Are you sure you don't just look younger? Because I do believe you are acting as though you were not even one-and-twenty,"
"I am sure my outward appearance of age is over twenty-one," Severus felt his eyes widen as she primped her needle and got out a spoon, a large spoon, an almost-as-big-as-her-head spoon, in which she put steaming green liquid. He had always heard of the excruciating tests this insane woman put people through.
"Don't worry, it is not as bad as it looks. I do believe we could be over with these tests in under a week if you behave properly and comply with the tests. If not, they could take up to a month." She said slowly, raising the spoon and smiling. "Open wide!"
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Wee! There ya go, more to come. Wow, this stuff is just pouring out of me! I have never written so fast in my life, I do believe. These shorter chapters are definitely working for me, though, so lets keep 'em that way. More for you, less for me! Woot!
Suggestions? Comments? Questions? Flames? Compliments? Suggestions? Unbelievably stupid grammar or spelling or other mistakes? Please, write to me in a review, or do something in a review, or flame me or do whatever. But please review! I am feeling very lonely right now. My bestest muse Ducky seems to have disappeared off the earth all together, and I might have to just post without her help. Dear God, how will I cope?!
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By Mae Noelle
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Disclaimer -- I don't own a thing. In this story. Nope, though it is brilliantly written to fool you all, this actually belongs to a more brilliant author, JKR, to whom I am indebted with my life. All praise JKR!
Summary -- You must understand the summary by now. Sev/Herm, cute & cliché, distorted and I hope to have suspense, horror, romance, tragedy, humor, romance, adventure, action, humor, parody, humor, and humor (what else is on the list? Oh, yah, mystery. Hope to have mystery, too). All you will get probably is some drama and my own distorted romance. I am sorry. @_@
Authors Note -- three chapters in three days! Wow, I am amazing sometimes. *looks around to anyone who would say otherwise, and absentmindedly fingers her 33mm*
No amazing story notes I can think of as of yet, sorry. Confused about anything? Just wait a bit, it will probably work itself out. If it doesn't, then review me your question and I shall answer. Weee! Now, let the adventure begin! ^_^
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Chapter three
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Harry sat down for dinner in his usual spot next to Ron near the middle of the Gryffindor table. Hermione followed close behind and sat on the other side of the table, across from Harry, and she unintentionally slammed her things down onto floor beside her.
"I can not believe that we didn't have potions today!" Ron said loudly, grabbing things hastily to put onto his plate, knocking the pile of potatoes over and sending them rolling down the table.
"You would think this a godsend for you, Ron," Hermione said airily, mad herself at having missed the chance to make potions that day, but was more intent on what caused their professor to skip class that day and leave the class standing outside the door for two hours.
"Why, it is, but the fact remains that now my potion is probably ruined thanks to that damn git," Ron yelled, blindly stabbing his fork into whatever lay in front of him. "I bet he did this just to ruin us all, and have us all fail potions!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed a potato that had made its way in front of her plate. "I am glad I did finish my potion, though. It would have been disastrous had I missed a day on adding my ingredients." She forked her potato onto her plate and reached over to grab some salt.
"Well, I am glad my potion is so versatile," Harry said slowly, poking his food. "But I wonder what happened to Snape? It must have been important, to call him away from class like that, as he never missed potions before-"
"Except during the Wizarding War," Hermione interrupted.
"D-do you think this has something to do with You-know-who, then?" Ron dropped his fork and instinctually moved closer to the table and Harry.
Hermione and Harry both gave Ron withering looks.
"Ron, you know Voldemorts gone," Harry said, earning a few looks from around him. Voldemort was still a touchy subject.
"Don't say the name!" Ron hissed, and looked around fervently. "Yes, I know he's gone, but I am sure not all his followers are," He picked back up his fork. "Perhaps Dumbledore had to send Snape in to clean up, or something,"
"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't make Professor Snape do that during the day unless it was very important, and surely they would have at least brought in a substitute professor." Hermione eyed the head table, where the empty chair between Professors Dumbledore and Sprout stood out most of all, and not only to herself.
Plates were in the process of being emptied and people were all about ready to go on up to their commons when Professor Dumbledore stood up and motioned for all to listen.
Dumbledore folded his arms and they disappeared under his shinning navy blue robe, and he tilted his head down and waited for the students to become quiet.
"As I am sure you have all noticed," He began, and any noise still evident among the crowd evaporated. "Professor Snape has been detained. And as this private urgency has taken away your Potions Master, I am afraid that potions will have to be postponed until further notice, much to your disappointment, I am sure." Here he smiled, and his eyes twinkled from behind his half-moon glasses. He was looking out to too many happy faces, concerning the dreadful matter.
After a moment he sat down, and there was a rush of scraping of chairs to get out of the great hall and spread the gossip.
"Of course he tells us now," Ron muttered, throwing down his fork and getting up from his chair. "Right after we stand for hours waiting to get into potions,"
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Severus' eyes flew open, and the first thing he did was to shut them again as the light and images came flooding into his view.
Someone was prodding and poking his arm. Finally it stopped, and Severus felt the edge of unconsciousness coming to envelop him, when suddenly he felt a cold, sharp pain slicing through his body. That damned someone had just jabbed a needle in his arm!
He opened his eyes again, and swatted away the person torturing him, and after hearing the person gasp, and blurrily seeing the person dash away, he closed his eyes and went peacefully back to sleep.
What felt like two seconds later he felt himself being awoken again, much to his misery.
"Severus?"
He opened one of his eyes. Why, that sounds like Albus, he said groggily to himself.
Trying to focus in the images of the heads floating over him, the person to his right repeated, yet more softly, "Severus? Are you fully awake? Can you hear me?"
He focused his vision enough to clearly distinguish each person from the other, and to see that the person speaking to him was indeed Albus Dumbledore.
Albus turned slightly to the person next to him, Madame Pomfrey, and whispered something to her.
Severus, thinking Pomfrey might do something drastic should she believe him to not be conscious yet, quickly made to sit up, and said feverently, "Do not trouble yourselves, I am awake and fine."
But before he could move his body into a sitting position, Pomfrey seized him by the arms and was pushing him forcibly back onto the hospital bed.
"Professor Snape you shall NOT be getting out of this bed until I have made CERTAIN you are in a fit enough condition to be back wandering about the halls, do you hear me?"
Minerva and Albus shrank back slightly at the sound of the woman's outburst, along with Severus himself. Severus looked to his side quickly, and saw that only those four were in the infirmary at the moment.
Severus found himself complying against his wishes, and stayed in the position he was put in, though he felt his anger emanating from himself and put a scowl on his face, just to show his impatience with the woman and her silly ways.
He turned to Albus, whose smiling eyes hid his laughter. Snape furrowed his brows and shot Pomfrey a look before questioning the headmaster.
"Would anyone mind telling me exactly what is going on? The last thing I can remember is being in the dungeons looking over the seventh year's Potions Projects and such, and then-" Snape's voice faltered as he remembered that idiot boys faulty potion. what could it have done?
"What exactly did happen, Severus?" Albus said calmly, seating himself on a chair next to the bed. "All we know is that the students complained of you not coming to potions one day, and though we tried to contact you, you wouldn't answer. So we forced our way in, and found the Potions room a mess." Albus leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, and dropped them in his lap. "And you, curiously enough, where lying asleep on your desk - and -" the headmaster looked over at the desk he was next to, where a small wooden framed mirror lay, and he turned back to Severus. "Well, we shall get to that part later. Anyway, we found a sort of gas in the air, set off, I believe, by the potions that were in your class at the moment. I do believe some of the gasses combined to form - what was it? oh, yes - Carbon Monoxide." Here he looked over to Minerva, who nodded. "Fortunately, there was not enough of that to kill you-" Here someone coughed- "But you seemed to have fallen asleep sometime before your entire classroom was dismantled."
Minerva walked forward a bit, and out of her pocket she took a blue little vile. "Something odd, though, Severus, was that all the things in your room weren't destroyed, but they were - I don't know quite how to describe it - new, I assume. Things were knocked over, and some things a bit broken, yes, but everything was shiny and clean, and I am happy to say, your dirty room finally had a wash job." She dropped the blue vile into Severus' lap.
Severus thought for a moment about going back to his dingy Potions room, only to find it sparkling clean and smelling like pine.
"What exactly were the potions in your possession, Severus?" Minerva asked cautiously, watching Severus finger the vile.
"Grangers potion, one that is supposed to make gold, and Longbottoms. which is. a. youth potion." Severus stopped moving. He closed his eyes for a minute, and prayed to whatever was listening hoping that that damn idiot didn't screw him up too bad.
"Ah! Well! That settles that!" Albus leaned over and grabbed the small wooden-framed mirror on the desk by the handle, and handed it over to Severus. "Here, take a look."
Severus looked a moment at the mirror, and then took it from the hands of the headmaster. The wooden side was facing him. After a moment of unfathomable worry he turned over the mirror and looked hesitantly into it.
His first thought was, 'why, nothing is wrong at all - what are they trying to pull?' but then he turned back to the mirror and stared. He felt his mouth drop open, and he turned the mirror to and fro.
"Dear God!" He exclaimed, and dropped the mirror.
"Severus, it looks like you just walked in from getting your Potions Master Degree," Minerva said quietly, and turned to look at Albus. "I would say twenty something years have just been knocked off."
"Not quite so bad a loss, though, is it?" Albus said, smiling.
"But we don't know if that is the only effect of the gasses!" Madame Pomfrey said quickly, and took the liberty to push back Severus, who was slowly making his way up to a sitting position. "He could die tomorrow!"
"I am not stupid," Severus sneered. He could not ever remember disliking this woman so much. "I would not even think about giving Longbottom any two ingredients that could somehow add together and become lethal in any way."
"But still! The things that could be happening inside you at this moment! We must begin testing at once, and not stop until we are completely satisfied."
"I can be tested easily enough from a far." Severus growled, and picked back up the little blue vile. He studied it for a minute before saying, "I don't remember having any blue containers whatsoever," he looked closely at it, before dropping it back onto the sheets.
"Yes, well, that is because everything in that room - including you - became not only newer (or younger), but blue." Albus coughed slightly and looked away.
Severus stared.
"BUT as you can see, we have fixed that easily enough (just look down at yourself), and you will soon see that there is almost nothing in your room which is not the right color." Minerva said quickly, seeing Severus' astonished and borderline horrified look.
"Since I can not get out of here myself," Severus said slowly, turning his glare once more to Pomfrey, "Could someone be so kind as to get to me Longbottoms notes and reports?" He sneered and turned to Albus. "I need to see all the ingredients and how he added them - I will need to be quick in finding out if this potion wares out at all or if an antidote is even possible-"
"One step ahead of you!" Albus said, raising his hand to the desk again, this time bringing forth a stack of ill-kept parchments. "The notes regarding Neville Longbottoms Potions project." He said, handing them over to Severus.
Severus quickly snatched them (politely) from his hands, and began to quickly read through the notes.
Albus coughed and leaned towards Severus slightly. "And I took the liberty of checking how to bring about an antidote for the potion noted here, and any effects of it,"
Severus lowered the papers slightly, and slowly turned his head toward Albus, who was sitting still and silent.
Likewise everyone else in the room turned their gaze to Albus.
"I wasn't informed of this," Minerva said quickly, looking slightly angry.
Albus smiled slightly to himself, and leaned forward to take the papers out of Severus' hand. He picked out a piece of parchment in the back, which held notes of his own.
"I am afraid," Albus said slowly, looking over the parchment with a swift glance. "That my hope of this being a temporary spell is in vain. Indeed, you look just as you did when you came into the infirmary - over a week ago. And -" Here Severus was leaning so far over that Pomfrey had made her way over to him and pushed him back against the bed. Albus looked on in amusement and continued, "And, I am afraid Mister Longbottom did not document his Potions making correctly, for the potion had obviously gone astray. The results of this documented potion would be very different from the results of the one that you came in contact with. And we have not had luck in finding out exactly how the potion was made, to create an antidote (should you want one.)." At that Albus winked.
The chances that the potion was easily reversible or temporary were very good - leave it to Longbottom to completely screw up everything. Severus sighed and closed his eyes.
"Of course, now that you're with us, you will be able to help. Why, they do not call you Potions Master for nothing." Albus smiled warmly down to his now-young friend, and placed the parchments onto the desk, making to stand.
"Of course only after we have made sure he is-"
"Yes, yes, of course," Albus said, smiling again, "We would not dream of taking away your patient until you have taken the necessary precautions."
Severus looked at Albus, and tried his best to give off a pleading look.
Albus just stared forward, refusing to catch his eye, and said with a yawn, "Good-bye for now, Severus, I hope the next time we meet I will have the answer for the potion, or at least some better news."
Minerva followed closely behind Albus, and waved slightly to Severus, before looking back to Pomfrey with an odd expression on her face.
Madame Pomfrey just smiled slightly, and took out from a cabinet on the other side of the infirmary a large bottle of green liquid, and what Severus supposed was the needle he had been last pricked with.
He slinked back on his bed and shook his head slightly. "Pomfrey, you know as well as I do that these precautions are unnecessary! A waste of your recourses, and, what is infinitely worse, my time," She just got out little viles and a tray, and began making her way over to him. "I can just as well figure out for myself what is wrong, and I will do a better job, in not even a fraction of the time. In fact, I think I even know a spell that can determine in thirty seconds if there is any after effect of a potion within a mile of myself,"
Pomfrey raised an eyebrow. "Why, Severus, I do believe those are some of the same excuses the students use on a daily basis. Are you sure you don't just look younger? Because I do believe you are acting as though you were not even one-and-twenty,"
"I am sure my outward appearance of age is over twenty-one," Severus felt his eyes widen as she primped her needle and got out a spoon, a large spoon, an almost-as-big-as-her-head spoon, in which she put steaming green liquid. He had always heard of the excruciating tests this insane woman put people through.
"Don't worry, it is not as bad as it looks. I do believe we could be over with these tests in under a week if you behave properly and comply with the tests. If not, they could take up to a month." She said slowly, raising the spoon and smiling. "Open wide!"
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Wee! There ya go, more to come. Wow, this stuff is just pouring out of me! I have never written so fast in my life, I do believe. These shorter chapters are definitely working for me, though, so lets keep 'em that way. More for you, less for me! Woot!
Suggestions? Comments? Questions? Flames? Compliments? Suggestions? Unbelievably stupid grammar or spelling or other mistakes? Please, write to me in a review, or do something in a review, or flame me or do whatever. But please review! I am feeling very lonely right now. My bestest muse Ducky seems to have disappeared off the earth all together, and I might have to just post without her help. Dear God, how will I cope?!