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 -- Do you people still need a summary review?! Ok, I can do that! Sevvie becomes cute and yoooung, and Hermione is there to help, and they are cute together, so they are together. Not that I am giving away the plot story line or anything like that or whatever. @_@
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.
. Ah, actually. I have taken to watching all of Jane Austin's novels-made- into-movies, especially Pride and Prejudice, the five or so hours long one with Colin Firth (Damn he's HOT). I have watched P&P SO many times you have absolutely NO idea. I have started speaking Old English I am afraid, and it may be incorporated a bit too much into my writing. I don't know. At the moment I am too much into the Old English thing right now that I could not possibly tell if I am doing it or not, so you will have to be the judge. I am sorry if it is really odd to you, but to me this story sounds normal. But, Old English would be a better language for this story then ghetto- American-slang, no? All of which I can speak. Um, ok, go on with the story now.
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Chapter four
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"Do you think we will have potions this week?" Ron asked timidly, while he, Harry, and Hermione walked down to breakfast.
"I don't think so, Ron," Harry said, for the millionth time in the past two weeks. "And if so, we will probably be notified the day before, and I wouldn't know now anyway, so stop asking."
"Well, I hope not, because I really need that extra two hours for our Herbology homework. Good thing we have all today and Sunday, I thought we would never get to the weekend. I haven't done any of that report yet." Here Ron looked over to where Hermione was quietly walking. "Hermione?" He said sweetly, widening his eyes and smiling.
"No, Ron."
"You haven't even heard what I was going to ask. And let me say it now; You see, since you gave Neville a complete potions project, I don't see how you could be in the wrong by giving me a measly piece of parchment to copy from for my report - I won't copy it completely, I will reword everything to at least make it look like I tried. And, I am your best frie-"
"Ron, if you do NOT stop asking me for homework, I will hex you so that you can not even do it yourself." Hermione turned to glare at him, and then look in frustration at Harry. Harry just shrugged.
"At least I will then have a reason for not turning it in," Ron said happily, somehow unable to be put out of his good mood, which was motivated due to not having seen Snape for over a fortnight. "So do you guys think that Snape really is an animagus, and finally got fed up with this school and flew away one night?" He said excitedly, turning to Harry.
"Ron, that rumor came from Parvati Patil, you do remember, the same person the rumor of 'Snape running away with a muggle woman' originated from? You can not possibly believe that," Harry sighed. "And besides. I do not think he can get fed up with taking points away from us and laughing in our faces and scaring us in the halls. it's what he lives for."
"Well I should think he would, and I will keep on hoping it. Just think, Harry, Hermione, Snape gone forever! Can you imagine? Damn those lucky first years - to have only had to deal with him for half their first year!" Ron sighed again, his eyes glazed over, and continued starring at some point in front of them with his eyes unfocused.
"Well I should hope he comes back soon," Hermione said quickly. "I can't think about what would happen if I didn't get my N.E.W.T. for Potions! And if only Professor Snape wasn't so. rude, Potions would be my favorite class, apart from Ancient Runes and Arithmancy." Hermione wrapped her arms around her books tightly. "And I do want to see what grade Professor Snape gives my potion. He can't possibly grade it bad, even though he would want to, because if it does work (which it will, of course) then it shall be one of the biggest break-throughs of the Modern Wizarding World! Money doesn't grow on trees - but in cauldrons!" She savored these last words and sighed.
"And you will of course share this wealth with your friends, Hermione?" Ron said hopefully, thinking to himself of finally being rich, and his first trip would be to buy the land on which the Malfoy's manner lay on, and bulldoze over their house.
Hermione sighed. "Yes, yes, of course. But you will have to work for it. I shall have to make you head potions maker, and you can work in a factory where they have a million cauldrons boiling, all making gold by my potion,"
Ron looked disgruntled. "Work in a factory?" He mumbled.
Harry looked from one of his friends to the other, and after a moment of silence finally said, "So, what do you think really happened to Snape then?"
They came to the doors of the Great Hall, and made their way in and to the Gryffindor table, where they sat down and grabbed themselves some breakfast.
"I'm starvin'!" Ron said loudly, sitting down quickly and grabbing five of everything. "Oh, and as for Snape, I don't care what's true as long as he doesn't come back - at least until the end of the year."
At that moment Ron turned and waved as he saw his sister eating down at the end of the table. She looked incredibly excited, and when she saw her brother and his friends, she jumped up from the table and ran over to where Hermione was sitting and sat next to her.
Everyone exchanged greeting, and Ginny looked from Ron to Harry to Hermione multiple times, before finally squealing and saying slowly,
"Ok - Just so you know, what I am about to tell you I have told no one - well, except for Colin and a few other people, but - this is the truth, I am almost absolutely positive, as I heard it from Professor McGonagall while inside the closet-"
"What were you doing in a closet?" Ron questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.
"And I know it is true, so get ready for this, ok, now listen very carefully and-"
"ALL RIGHT, Ginny, just tell us what it is," Hermione exploded, putting down her silverware and turning her body completely around to face Ginny. "Just tell us, in a calm and orderly manner, what it is you have to say."
Ginny scoffed at Hermione and then turned back to the boys, and leaned into the table, and whispered, "All right - ok, listen, I over heard Professor McGonagall telling one of the other professors about Professor Snape - and all I heard her say was that he was stuck in the infirmary because of some explosion of some sort in the potions room, that left him changed (or something, I didn't quite catch that part). And Madame Pomfrey has him in there to do tests on him because there might be something seriously wrong with him, and he is getting out some time this week, and they have no clue what to do with him. Evidentially, this has all been caused because of Neville's Potion."
She said this all very fast, and immediately got up and ran to a group of friends that were just entering the Great Hall.
"I think this is what you call 'whiplash'," Ron said slowly, watching her animatedly tell something to her friends, (undoubtedly the rumor) who all were watching earnestly.
"I wish she had stayed and reapeated it a few times," Harry said, also watching Ginny. "I don't think I quite caught all of that."
"Well, lucky for you two, I did. Something has happened to Professor Snape, and he is in the infirmary - because of Neville's potion," Hermione sighed. "I think we had better go and see what is happening,"
"Hermione," Ron started, putting down his fork. "I realize that the three of us have probably gotten away with more then this school will ever allow, and it is ok because we are who we are (and mostly because of Harry), but we can't just go up to the infirmary and ask to see the dismantled Snape (if you can even convince me that I care enough to see him), especially when almost no one in the school knows of the rumor. You know they are always finicky about how we always happen to know everything that no one else knows - they will probably end up thinking we did it."
"I have a feeling everyone will know by the time we would be able to get to the infirmary." Harry said, following Ginny as she leapt from group of people to group of people, seeming to be telling the same animated story to each.
"Well, Ron, we don't have to ask to go in-" Here Hermione smiled guiltily. "But this is probably all my fault -"
"No, it is Neville's. Let's just leave the blame with him, and go on our merry way." Ron scowled. "And besides, even if you did give Neville the potion, why should we care about Snape in the slightest?"
"And I might be able to help fix whatever is wrong." Hermione said, completely ignoring Ron.
"No, you don't! Why can't you just leave things the way they are? Don't you want to have that extra two hours to study for other classes? Imagine how much more points in each you could get, Hermione! Instead of having a perfect 100% in one class, you could have 200%, or 300% ."
Hermione turned and stared at Ron. She kept starring, her eyebrows straight and glare fixed, until Ron had to look away.
"Well, Harry," Ron said quickly, shielding his eyes from Hermione's poisonous stare, "I am ready to visit the old git if you are,"
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"Remind me again why we are going down there?" Ron whispered, walking a little too fast under the invisibility cloak and accidentally knocking it off of Harry, who was the slowest of the three.
"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione hissed, as they made their way across the corridor and down the halls, on their way to the infirmary.
They squished themselves together under the cloak, and walked in front of the door, and took turns peering in through the glass.
"Can you see him? I can't see him," Ron whispered, trying to see in behind Hermione, who had her face pressed up against the window.
"Do you honestly think they would place him right in front of the glass and put little signs and things? No, they undoubtedly have him hidden," Hermione looked around the infirmary with another quick glance.
"Then what are we looking for?" Ron said, sighing and backing away from the window.
"To see if anyone is in sight, for when we brake in." Harry whispered in reply, getting out his wand.
"No-"
"Yes, Hermione, that is what you said to me when we first came down, so don't-"
"No! I mean, 'no', as in 'oh crap'!" She lifted her finger and pointed to something inside the infirmary.
Inside a person had stood up and revealed himself from his hiding position, and was staring dead out into hallway - staring at them!
"It's Dumbledore! No, no! He can see us, I know it, he has done so already, of course he happens to be the only one in there with Snape, of course, I knew this would happen-"
"Ron! Shut up!" Hermione leaned forward and looked into the glass, where she saw Dumbledore lean over and say something to the person behind the curtain, and begin walking towards the door.
"Oh, we are busted," Ron whined, "I can't get expelled now, not after I made it this far,"
"We aren't getting expelled, Ron!" Harry sighed, and waved slightly, while smiling sadly, to Dumbledore, who was smiling wide. "The worst that could happen is we are taken down to zero house points, and we are already behind due to that spat Snape had last month. And maybe some detentions."
"Yes, Harry is right, they wouldn't expel us, I am sure." Hermione motioned for the rest of them to scoot back, as Dumbledore was opening the door.
" - Will get the ingredients to you, at least, by next week, should you not get out of this place before that." Dumbledore turned to where the trio was standing, and looked Hermione in the eye. He sort of jerked his head, motioning it to the room, and stepped away from the open door, leaving a curiously large amount of space in the doorway. "Well, good-night Severus, hope to see your tests finished as soon as possible, and you back out in the school. No doubt the students are worried about you."
Harry had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from snorting aloud, and then realized that Dumbledore was referring to them, the three standing under an invisibility cloak after hours to get into the infirmary to see Snape. Hermione looked one last time at Dumbledore, who was obviously leaving a path for them to get in, and stood there idly for a minute as the three students inched their way into the room.
Hermione kept her eyes on the ground, to make sure she didn't trip over the hem of the cloak or trod on anyone's feet, and stopped only when she heard the door close quietly behind her.
She finally managed to look up when she was elbowed in the side. She tried to stuff her sleeve into her mouth to stifle her cry, but wasn't quick enough and her quiet yelp echoed in the quiet room. She looked murderously to her left, where Ron stood, a surprised and abashed look on his face.
Hermione stood rigid, and looked to her right slightly, to see Harry mouth the words, 'Do not make a sound!'
Unconsciously she looked forward again, and saw a young man leaning out over his bed, head and most of his torso visible behind the curtains halfway surrounding his bed. His black hair looked longer then it should have been, supposing that this person was indeed Professor Snape. In fact it looked as though he could tie back his hair with a band.
His face looked like Snape's enough, yet there was something so decidedly different from it, that one second he looked identical to their old professor, yet at the same time completely different.
Just as Hermione had predicted, the effects that the supposed potion had on Professor Snape were age-related, since the rumors said they had been caused by Neville's potion. Indeed, it looked as though Professor Snape had taken a large glass of the potion Hermione intended it to be. His skin seemed tighter and less aged, his features more soft yet still prominent - his eyes still seemed to be dark and ominous, not beady or large, but still the first feature that caught her eye - but she could not really compare them with the older Snape, as she had never truly looked into his eyes this way before.
But supposing he had taken the potion a different way - and since Neville had obviously messed up the potion, what other effects had it had on the professor?
She was suddenly nudged again, though not as hard, but from her right. Harry whispered almost silently in her ear,
"Did you get what you came for? Can we leave yet?"
Hermione just shook her head hurriedly in reply, and Harry turned to Ron and mouthed, 'Make for the door!'
So they began scooting backwards, Hermione's attention still lingering on her potions professor, and how their mission to the Hospital wing was a complete failure-
"All right - I know you're there, and if you do not present yourself, or yourselves, you will be in ten times as much trouble then you are in at this present moment!"
Harry sighed softly, and Hermione looked down and realized that her shoe was slightly sticking out. She hurriedly covered it and they made a brake for the door. Harry had his hand on the handle, and was turning it slightly, when suddenly a loud booming voice echoed throughout the infirmary behind them.
"POTTER!"
Aye, that is definitely Snape then, Hermione thought.
Harry immediately dropped his hand in shock and whispered furiously, "How does he always know?"
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Ok, how did you like? Please tell me you liked it. I have never written so much so quickly, I am serious. I am so afraid of it just being a spur of the moment crap-like thing that I keep re-reading over this new story, to make sure it is ok. So far it is ok to me, so I hope everyone else likes it.
Nothing special to say, except perhaps that Pride and Prejudice is probably the best, and I mean BEST cast movie in the world. I mean, I have never seen a movie in my life that had the actors fit the books characters so perfectly in my opinion. I love that book! And the movie! With Colin Firth, of course.
Ok, now review any suggestions, comments, questions, flames, or just plain reviews of adoration. *^_^* Or not. just please tell me what you think. I can't stand writing and not having feed back.
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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 -- Do you people still need a summary review?! Ok, I can do that! Sevvie becomes cute and yoooung, and Hermione is there to help, and they are cute together, so they are together. Not that I am giving away the plot story line or anything like that or whatever. @_@
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.
. Ah, actually. I have taken to watching all of Jane Austin's novels-made- into-movies, especially Pride and Prejudice, the five or so hours long one with Colin Firth (Damn he's HOT). I have watched P&P SO many times you have absolutely NO idea. I have started speaking Old English I am afraid, and it may be incorporated a bit too much into my writing. I don't know. At the moment I am too much into the Old English thing right now that I could not possibly tell if I am doing it or not, so you will have to be the judge. I am sorry if it is really odd to you, but to me this story sounds normal. But, Old English would be a better language for this story then ghetto- American-slang, no? All of which I can speak. Um, ok, go on with the story now.
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Chapter four
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"Do you think we will have potions this week?" Ron asked timidly, while he, Harry, and Hermione walked down to breakfast.
"I don't think so, Ron," Harry said, for the millionth time in the past two weeks. "And if so, we will probably be notified the day before, and I wouldn't know now anyway, so stop asking."
"Well, I hope not, because I really need that extra two hours for our Herbology homework. Good thing we have all today and Sunday, I thought we would never get to the weekend. I haven't done any of that report yet." Here Ron looked over to where Hermione was quietly walking. "Hermione?" He said sweetly, widening his eyes and smiling.
"No, Ron."
"You haven't even heard what I was going to ask. And let me say it now; You see, since you gave Neville a complete potions project, I don't see how you could be in the wrong by giving me a measly piece of parchment to copy from for my report - I won't copy it completely, I will reword everything to at least make it look like I tried. And, I am your best frie-"
"Ron, if you do NOT stop asking me for homework, I will hex you so that you can not even do it yourself." Hermione turned to glare at him, and then look in frustration at Harry. Harry just shrugged.
"At least I will then have a reason for not turning it in," Ron said happily, somehow unable to be put out of his good mood, which was motivated due to not having seen Snape for over a fortnight. "So do you guys think that Snape really is an animagus, and finally got fed up with this school and flew away one night?" He said excitedly, turning to Harry.
"Ron, that rumor came from Parvati Patil, you do remember, the same person the rumor of 'Snape running away with a muggle woman' originated from? You can not possibly believe that," Harry sighed. "And besides. I do not think he can get fed up with taking points away from us and laughing in our faces and scaring us in the halls. it's what he lives for."
"Well I should think he would, and I will keep on hoping it. Just think, Harry, Hermione, Snape gone forever! Can you imagine? Damn those lucky first years - to have only had to deal with him for half their first year!" Ron sighed again, his eyes glazed over, and continued starring at some point in front of them with his eyes unfocused.
"Well I should hope he comes back soon," Hermione said quickly. "I can't think about what would happen if I didn't get my N.E.W.T. for Potions! And if only Professor Snape wasn't so. rude, Potions would be my favorite class, apart from Ancient Runes and Arithmancy." Hermione wrapped her arms around her books tightly. "And I do want to see what grade Professor Snape gives my potion. He can't possibly grade it bad, even though he would want to, because if it does work (which it will, of course) then it shall be one of the biggest break-throughs of the Modern Wizarding World! Money doesn't grow on trees - but in cauldrons!" She savored these last words and sighed.
"And you will of course share this wealth with your friends, Hermione?" Ron said hopefully, thinking to himself of finally being rich, and his first trip would be to buy the land on which the Malfoy's manner lay on, and bulldoze over their house.
Hermione sighed. "Yes, yes, of course. But you will have to work for it. I shall have to make you head potions maker, and you can work in a factory where they have a million cauldrons boiling, all making gold by my potion,"
Ron looked disgruntled. "Work in a factory?" He mumbled.
Harry looked from one of his friends to the other, and after a moment of silence finally said, "So, what do you think really happened to Snape then?"
They came to the doors of the Great Hall, and made their way in and to the Gryffindor table, where they sat down and grabbed themselves some breakfast.
"I'm starvin'!" Ron said loudly, sitting down quickly and grabbing five of everything. "Oh, and as for Snape, I don't care what's true as long as he doesn't come back - at least until the end of the year."
At that moment Ron turned and waved as he saw his sister eating down at the end of the table. She looked incredibly excited, and when she saw her brother and his friends, she jumped up from the table and ran over to where Hermione was sitting and sat next to her.
Everyone exchanged greeting, and Ginny looked from Ron to Harry to Hermione multiple times, before finally squealing and saying slowly,
"Ok - Just so you know, what I am about to tell you I have told no one - well, except for Colin and a few other people, but - this is the truth, I am almost absolutely positive, as I heard it from Professor McGonagall while inside the closet-"
"What were you doing in a closet?" Ron questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.
"And I know it is true, so get ready for this, ok, now listen very carefully and-"
"ALL RIGHT, Ginny, just tell us what it is," Hermione exploded, putting down her silverware and turning her body completely around to face Ginny. "Just tell us, in a calm and orderly manner, what it is you have to say."
Ginny scoffed at Hermione and then turned back to the boys, and leaned into the table, and whispered, "All right - ok, listen, I over heard Professor McGonagall telling one of the other professors about Professor Snape - and all I heard her say was that he was stuck in the infirmary because of some explosion of some sort in the potions room, that left him changed (or something, I didn't quite catch that part). And Madame Pomfrey has him in there to do tests on him because there might be something seriously wrong with him, and he is getting out some time this week, and they have no clue what to do with him. Evidentially, this has all been caused because of Neville's Potion."
She said this all very fast, and immediately got up and ran to a group of friends that were just entering the Great Hall.
"I think this is what you call 'whiplash'," Ron said slowly, watching her animatedly tell something to her friends, (undoubtedly the rumor) who all were watching earnestly.
"I wish she had stayed and reapeated it a few times," Harry said, also watching Ginny. "I don't think I quite caught all of that."
"Well, lucky for you two, I did. Something has happened to Professor Snape, and he is in the infirmary - because of Neville's potion," Hermione sighed. "I think we had better go and see what is happening,"
"Hermione," Ron started, putting down his fork. "I realize that the three of us have probably gotten away with more then this school will ever allow, and it is ok because we are who we are (and mostly because of Harry), but we can't just go up to the infirmary and ask to see the dismantled Snape (if you can even convince me that I care enough to see him), especially when almost no one in the school knows of the rumor. You know they are always finicky about how we always happen to know everything that no one else knows - they will probably end up thinking we did it."
"I have a feeling everyone will know by the time we would be able to get to the infirmary." Harry said, following Ginny as she leapt from group of people to group of people, seeming to be telling the same animated story to each.
"Well, Ron, we don't have to ask to go in-" Here Hermione smiled guiltily. "But this is probably all my fault -"
"No, it is Neville's. Let's just leave the blame with him, and go on our merry way." Ron scowled. "And besides, even if you did give Neville the potion, why should we care about Snape in the slightest?"
"And I might be able to help fix whatever is wrong." Hermione said, completely ignoring Ron.
"No, you don't! Why can't you just leave things the way they are? Don't you want to have that extra two hours to study for other classes? Imagine how much more points in each you could get, Hermione! Instead of having a perfect 100% in one class, you could have 200%, or 300% ."
Hermione turned and stared at Ron. She kept starring, her eyebrows straight and glare fixed, until Ron had to look away.
"Well, Harry," Ron said quickly, shielding his eyes from Hermione's poisonous stare, "I am ready to visit the old git if you are,"
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"Remind me again why we are going down there?" Ron whispered, walking a little too fast under the invisibility cloak and accidentally knocking it off of Harry, who was the slowest of the three.
"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione hissed, as they made their way across the corridor and down the halls, on their way to the infirmary.
They squished themselves together under the cloak, and walked in front of the door, and took turns peering in through the glass.
"Can you see him? I can't see him," Ron whispered, trying to see in behind Hermione, who had her face pressed up against the window.
"Do you honestly think they would place him right in front of the glass and put little signs and things? No, they undoubtedly have him hidden," Hermione looked around the infirmary with another quick glance.
"Then what are we looking for?" Ron said, sighing and backing away from the window.
"To see if anyone is in sight, for when we brake in." Harry whispered in reply, getting out his wand.
"No-"
"Yes, Hermione, that is what you said to me when we first came down, so don't-"
"No! I mean, 'no', as in 'oh crap'!" She lifted her finger and pointed to something inside the infirmary.
Inside a person had stood up and revealed himself from his hiding position, and was staring dead out into hallway - staring at them!
"It's Dumbledore! No, no! He can see us, I know it, he has done so already, of course he happens to be the only one in there with Snape, of course, I knew this would happen-"
"Ron! Shut up!" Hermione leaned forward and looked into the glass, where she saw Dumbledore lean over and say something to the person behind the curtain, and begin walking towards the door.
"Oh, we are busted," Ron whined, "I can't get expelled now, not after I made it this far,"
"We aren't getting expelled, Ron!" Harry sighed, and waved slightly, while smiling sadly, to Dumbledore, who was smiling wide. "The worst that could happen is we are taken down to zero house points, and we are already behind due to that spat Snape had last month. And maybe some detentions."
"Yes, Harry is right, they wouldn't expel us, I am sure." Hermione motioned for the rest of them to scoot back, as Dumbledore was opening the door.
" - Will get the ingredients to you, at least, by next week, should you not get out of this place before that." Dumbledore turned to where the trio was standing, and looked Hermione in the eye. He sort of jerked his head, motioning it to the room, and stepped away from the open door, leaving a curiously large amount of space in the doorway. "Well, good-night Severus, hope to see your tests finished as soon as possible, and you back out in the school. No doubt the students are worried about you."
Harry had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from snorting aloud, and then realized that Dumbledore was referring to them, the three standing under an invisibility cloak after hours to get into the infirmary to see Snape. Hermione looked one last time at Dumbledore, who was obviously leaving a path for them to get in, and stood there idly for a minute as the three students inched their way into the room.
Hermione kept her eyes on the ground, to make sure she didn't trip over the hem of the cloak or trod on anyone's feet, and stopped only when she heard the door close quietly behind her.
She finally managed to look up when she was elbowed in the side. She tried to stuff her sleeve into her mouth to stifle her cry, but wasn't quick enough and her quiet yelp echoed in the quiet room. She looked murderously to her left, where Ron stood, a surprised and abashed look on his face.
Hermione stood rigid, and looked to her right slightly, to see Harry mouth the words, 'Do not make a sound!'
Unconsciously she looked forward again, and saw a young man leaning out over his bed, head and most of his torso visible behind the curtains halfway surrounding his bed. His black hair looked longer then it should have been, supposing that this person was indeed Professor Snape. In fact it looked as though he could tie back his hair with a band.
His face looked like Snape's enough, yet there was something so decidedly different from it, that one second he looked identical to their old professor, yet at the same time completely different.
Just as Hermione had predicted, the effects that the supposed potion had on Professor Snape were age-related, since the rumors said they had been caused by Neville's potion. Indeed, it looked as though Professor Snape had taken a large glass of the potion Hermione intended it to be. His skin seemed tighter and less aged, his features more soft yet still prominent - his eyes still seemed to be dark and ominous, not beady or large, but still the first feature that caught her eye - but she could not really compare them with the older Snape, as she had never truly looked into his eyes this way before.
But supposing he had taken the potion a different way - and since Neville had obviously messed up the potion, what other effects had it had on the professor?
She was suddenly nudged again, though not as hard, but from her right. Harry whispered almost silently in her ear,
"Did you get what you came for? Can we leave yet?"
Hermione just shook her head hurriedly in reply, and Harry turned to Ron and mouthed, 'Make for the door!'
So they began scooting backwards, Hermione's attention still lingering on her potions professor, and how their mission to the Hospital wing was a complete failure-
"All right - I know you're there, and if you do not present yourself, or yourselves, you will be in ten times as much trouble then you are in at this present moment!"
Harry sighed softly, and Hermione looked down and realized that her shoe was slightly sticking out. She hurriedly covered it and they made a brake for the door. Harry had his hand on the handle, and was turning it slightly, when suddenly a loud booming voice echoed throughout the infirmary behind them.
"POTTER!"
Aye, that is definitely Snape then, Hermione thought.
Harry immediately dropped his hand in shock and whispered furiously, "How does he always know?"
~*~
Ok, how did you like? Please tell me you liked it. I have never written so much so quickly, I am serious. I am so afraid of it just being a spur of the moment crap-like thing that I keep re-reading over this new story, to make sure it is ok. So far it is ok to me, so I hope everyone else likes it.
Nothing special to say, except perhaps that Pride and Prejudice is probably the best, and I mean BEST cast movie in the world. I mean, I have never seen a movie in my life that had the actors fit the books characters so perfectly in my opinion. I love that book! And the movie! With Colin Firth, of course.
Ok, now review any suggestions, comments, questions, flames, or just plain reviews of adoration. *^_^* Or not. just please tell me what you think. I can't stand writing and not having feed back.