I typed this up last night and thought you guys might be interested in whom Dumbledore brought in to help Severus. Let me know if you like him. If not, I could always kill him off or something.

It might be awhile until I get the next chapter out… ^_^

Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.

Chapter 3:

Gasp and Shock… Snape in leather pants

Monday Professor Snape walked to his morning class. Opening the door, the Professor glided to the front. Every student he passed, there was a gasp of shock. The Professor wore tight dark leather pants that tied all the way up the side showing off just a bite of marble skin. Black thigh high boots folded down to his knees, a white poet shirt left untied and his black feathery hair fell by his waste, right above his arse.

A very nice arse, most of the girls in the class thought and then mentally banged their head on their desks. If one could see well enough, one could see some of the boys doing the same thing.

Snape stood in front of the class and smiled with a twinkle in his bright violet eyes. "Today we'll have a pop quiz." His deep voice was like chocolate. "I'll write the questions on the board and you answer them, easy enough." Therefore, the day began for that very weird first class.

"Mister Longbottum, stay a moment please." Ron and Hermione gave sympathetic glances at their friend but said nothing more as they left. Standing in class alone with Professor Snape was something that Neville did not want to duplicate. "I've noticed, by your test you handed in, that potions are hell on earth for you." Longbottum gave a snort. "You know I was never good at potions either. I hated them even." Now his student just starred. "I would like to offer you help with your class. Do you feel that you need it?"

"Ye…sssss Yess…sir" Neville shook. "Thhhhank you, sir."

"Come back here after dinner and we'll get you started, shall we." Snape again smiled, ushering a very confused Neville out the door.

"Oi, mate!" Ron yelled to him across the way. "What did the vampire want?"

"He wanted to help me." Longbottum shook his head and continued. "He wants to help me in potions." Now it was Ron's turn to look horrified.

***

Later that evening, as arranged, Neville stood out side his potions class waiting for what, he did not know. The door creaked open and the smiling Snape appeared. "Do come in, Mister Longbottum." Neville entered and was taken back it see his potion master standing in the front of the classroom, fully robed, arms crossed and with dead glare in place.

Longbottum turned around when he heard the door close behind him. "I'm glade you accepted my offer of help. I would hate to see you not graduate with your class." Said the smiling Snape. This was too much for our dear Gryffindor, so he fainted. "Dear me, Severus I think I killed him."

"You smiled at him." Severus glared at his twin. "He's not used to seeing me smile. He fears me."

"Still…" The other Snape picked up the boy as his twin transfigured a desk into a couch. "You could have warned me."

"And miss this?" Severus asked waving to the fainted boy.

The twin crossed his arms and glared at his brother. "That's not funny Severus. The boy really needs help. You could try to be nice to him every once and a while."

"That my dear brother is what you are for." Severus picked up the sleeping Baby out of his chair and headed out the door. "I think my presence has been disturbing enough for one night. Good luck Cynnus and try not to burn down my class." Severus left Cynnus with his lest favorite student.

***

A very tired Cynnus walked into his brother's rooms later that night. "That boy…" He merely said, plopping down on the leather couch.

Severus did not look up from his book. "You don't need to explain."

"At lest we didn't burn down your lab." Cynnus said in after thought. "I managed to control the fire before it spread. However, we did make progress… after I introduced my self. I thought it was rather funny that your class thought I was you."

"Stimulating." Severus mumbled.

"How's Harry?" Cynnus asked.

"Fine." Severus said putting down his book to accommodate his overly talkative brother. "He's getting bigger everyday. Like this morning, he started walk and now he runs all over the place. I'm glade Christmas holiday is coming up."

The two Snapes sat in silence for a while, just staring in to the flames of the fire. "Mom misses you, you know." Cynnus said very softly.

"As well as she should." Severus snapped back and then sighed when he saw his brother's eyes with sadness. "How are they, anyway?"

Cynnus sighed throwing a blanket over him self. "They're ok, considering." He softly added. "Fathers has to go in for heart surgery. Might not make it." The rest of the night was in silence as the two brothers slept by the fire.

***

"Severus?" A smile voice asked, but there was no answer. "Severus?" Again, the voice called out to him. "I had a… a bad dream… my head hurts." Opening his eyes, Severus found himself still in his chair and a very sad Harry Potter looking at him with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked the child in his lap.

"My head hurts." The smile boy put his hand to his head. "I saw a very bad man. He wasn't very nice." The boy buried his head in Severus's neck. Speechless, Severus did not know what to do. Harry was even bigger then before and he was talking.

"Potter?" Harry looked up at his name. "I…" What ever Severus was going to say stayed in his throat as he watched the bright green eyes sparkle with tears. "Hush now." Severus pulled Harry back to him, holding the crying boy.

"You used to do that with Draco too." Cynnus smiled at the sight before him. "One could look at you and never know you were the mother hen type." Severus glared at his brother and aimed a pillow at his head. Cynnus stumbled to the floor, for it was a perfect hit.