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Ch. 7: Guns and Potions

It was now a week before Christmas break at Hogwarts. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood on this day. Vindictive enough to kill even.

It was time to start double potions but Snape had yet to arrive. The Gryffindors were chatting happily, while the Slytherins practiced hexes on various small animals. Snape suddenly burst into the room, and limped to his desk.

"Professor, you're limping." Hermione said in that annoying know-it-all way.

"50 points from Gryffindor Miss Granger. I will not tolerate your bitchy voice today. I want complete quiet in this room. Anyone who talks is gonna get their head blown off." Snape said in his most menacing form. Little did they know, our dear Snape was the sharpest shooter in the Wizard World. He limped into the room, due to the riffle down his pants leg. He also had various pistols hidden in his cloak, and one taped underneath his desk.

They were fixing their potions for about 15 minutes, until Ron suddenly stepped on Harry's foot.

"Ouch! My foot!" Harry yelped while hopping up and down on one foot.

"Damn it Potter! I said quiet!" Snape snatched the riffle from his pants and quickly took his shot.

However, Harry's lightening fast reflexes that he developed from Quidditch enabled him to hop away just in time for the bullet to graze the back of his head. Goyle, who happened to be standing behind Harry, took the bullet in the head.

"100 points from Gryffindor Potter, for moving out of the way, causing me to kill my student." Snape said sitting back down to polish his shot-gun.

Percy, who coviniently found a big bag of bricks, was leaning over one of the ceiling's beams and using Wingardium Leviosa to position the bricks right over Harry's head. Unfortunately, Crabbe shoved Harry out of the way so he could get to his better half's body, right as Percy let the bricks drop. Crabbe took the full force of the bricks and for a second stood there, seemingly unfazed, before he collapsed.

"Another 100 points from Gryffindor, for being alive Potter. Now sit down, before I really lose my temper." Snape said aiming his prized riffle at Potter again, where it stayed until the end of class.

Percy was throwing a fit in the beams. So great was his anger, that he threw Wormtail - I mean Scabbers, into one of the bubbling cauldrons.

~AN/ End Ch. 6. We are aware how short this chapter is, and we apologize. But we only have so much time in out 4th period sit-in. Chapter 7 will be the Quidditch Tournament.