Chapter 4- The Box of the Alter Egos
"Potter, what is an antidote?" Professor Snape snapped at him.
"Huh?" Harry asked stupidly.
"Hmph. Apparently you weren't paying attention," said Professor Snape. "Draco do you know what an antidote is?"
Malfoy smirked at Harry.
"An antidotine cures a poison," he said in a smug know-it-all voice.
"How'd he know that?" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.
"Right you are Draco, 100 points for Slytherin," said Professor Snape. "As Draco, the wonderful oh so perfect Draco said, an antidote cures a poison. Now, who wants to come up and demonstrate how to make one. Hmm, let's see, Draco."
Draco ran to the front of the room.
"Now, add a little bit of this, 2 cups of that, 1 tsp. (teaspoon) of this and a pinch of that because it's very explosive," said Professor Snape.
"Ok, a little bit of this, a handful of that..." Malfoy muttered to himself not paying attention to what he was doing.
"He's doing it wrong," Hermione whispered to Ron and Harry.
The antidote began to smoke.
"Uh-ho this wasn't supposed to happen," Professor Snape in a monotonus voice. "Draco...DUCK!!!!"
Professor Snape ducked under his desk.
"DUCK??!!! WHERE???!!!!" Malfoy asked excitedly, leaning over the smoking antidote.
The antidote exploded and Malfoy was knocked to the floor.
"Are you ok Draco?" Professor Snape asked worridley.
"Yes I..." Draco began. "I mean no! My arm hurts."
"Faker," Harry whispered to Ron.
"Potter, Weasley and Granger!" Professor Snape snapped at them. "Take poor Draco here to the hospital wing. If you try to hurt him on the way I'll take 300 points each from Gryffindor. Understood?"
"Yes Professor Snape," Harry, Ron and Hermione muttered.
They walked out of Snape's room. Hermione remembered she needed to ask Professor Snape something.
"Professor Snape, do we have any homework?" she asked.
"Yes as a matter of fact you do," said Professor Snape.
He grabbed a bunch of thick books and shoved them into Hermione's arms.
"Read pages 1-1000 in volumes 1-8," said Professor Snape.
Hermione walked back to Harry and Ron with all of the books. Draco had run away, happy at his chance to play hooky for the rest of the class.
"You just had to ask him if we had homework didn't you?" Ron snapped.
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After dinner, Harry was walking through the halls by himself because Ron had to catch up on his homework and Hermione wanted to do extra credit for Charms. Harry walked blindly through hallway after hallway after hallway. Eventually, he got to a very old hallway. It had cobwebs growing on the statues and it looked like no one had been in it for a very long time. Harry walked down the hallway and got to a door at the end of it. He tried to pull the door open but it was locked.
"Alohomora," he muttered pointing his wand at the door.
It opened and he walked in. There was nothing in there, except for a box on a table. Harry ran over to the box and reached out a hand to open it, but then he thought maybe he shouldn't, then he thought oh why not, then he thought what if there's something deadly in there I mean this box was locked up for a reason, then he thought, hey if I die I won't have to deal with the Dursley's ever again, then he thought what am I saying? I'm too young to die.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME OH ANNOYING VOICES???? WHY WHY WHY?????" Harry yelled.
He made a decision: he'd open the box. He grabbed the box and quickly took the top off before he changed his mind. The next thing he saw was a white light and he heard a lot of loud voices and a whooshing noise. He felt the box shaking and closed his eyes and ducked under the table. Then there was silence. Harry opened his eyes and crawled out from under the table. The room was dark again and he put the box back and put the top back on.
"See nothing happened," Harry said to no one, trying to convince himself.
He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt something was different. Something was very different. He shrugged off the feeling and headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
"Potter, what is an antidote?" Professor Snape snapped at him.
"Huh?" Harry asked stupidly.
"Hmph. Apparently you weren't paying attention," said Professor Snape. "Draco do you know what an antidote is?"
Malfoy smirked at Harry.
"An antidotine cures a poison," he said in a smug know-it-all voice.
"How'd he know that?" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.
"Right you are Draco, 100 points for Slytherin," said Professor Snape. "As Draco, the wonderful oh so perfect Draco said, an antidote cures a poison. Now, who wants to come up and demonstrate how to make one. Hmm, let's see, Draco."
Draco ran to the front of the room.
"Now, add a little bit of this, 2 cups of that, 1 tsp. (teaspoon) of this and a pinch of that because it's very explosive," said Professor Snape.
"Ok, a little bit of this, a handful of that..." Malfoy muttered to himself not paying attention to what he was doing.
"He's doing it wrong," Hermione whispered to Ron and Harry.
The antidote began to smoke.
"Uh-ho this wasn't supposed to happen," Professor Snape in a monotonus voice. "Draco...DUCK!!!!"
Professor Snape ducked under his desk.
"DUCK??!!! WHERE???!!!!" Malfoy asked excitedly, leaning over the smoking antidote.
The antidote exploded and Malfoy was knocked to the floor.
"Are you ok Draco?" Professor Snape asked worridley.
"Yes I..." Draco began. "I mean no! My arm hurts."
"Faker," Harry whispered to Ron.
"Potter, Weasley and Granger!" Professor Snape snapped at them. "Take poor Draco here to the hospital wing. If you try to hurt him on the way I'll take 300 points each from Gryffindor. Understood?"
"Yes Professor Snape," Harry, Ron and Hermione muttered.
They walked out of Snape's room. Hermione remembered she needed to ask Professor Snape something.
"Professor Snape, do we have any homework?" she asked.
"Yes as a matter of fact you do," said Professor Snape.
He grabbed a bunch of thick books and shoved them into Hermione's arms.
"Read pages 1-1000 in volumes 1-8," said Professor Snape.
Hermione walked back to Harry and Ron with all of the books. Draco had run away, happy at his chance to play hooky for the rest of the class.
"You just had to ask him if we had homework didn't you?" Ron snapped.
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After dinner, Harry was walking through the halls by himself because Ron had to catch up on his homework and Hermione wanted to do extra credit for Charms. Harry walked blindly through hallway after hallway after hallway. Eventually, he got to a very old hallway. It had cobwebs growing on the statues and it looked like no one had been in it for a very long time. Harry walked down the hallway and got to a door at the end of it. He tried to pull the door open but it was locked.
"Alohomora," he muttered pointing his wand at the door.
It opened and he walked in. There was nothing in there, except for a box on a table. Harry ran over to the box and reached out a hand to open it, but then he thought maybe he shouldn't, then he thought oh why not, then he thought what if there's something deadly in there I mean this box was locked up for a reason, then he thought, hey if I die I won't have to deal with the Dursley's ever again, then he thought what am I saying? I'm too young to die.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! WHY DO YOU TORMENT ME OH ANNOYING VOICES???? WHY WHY WHY?????" Harry yelled.
He made a decision: he'd open the box. He grabbed the box and quickly took the top off before he changed his mind. The next thing he saw was a white light and he heard a lot of loud voices and a whooshing noise. He felt the box shaking and closed his eyes and ducked under the table. Then there was silence. Harry opened his eyes and crawled out from under the table. The room was dark again and he put the box back and put the top back on.
"See nothing happened," Harry said to no one, trying to convince himself.
He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt something was different. Something was very different. He shrugged off the feeling and headed back to the Gryffindor common room.