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Chapter two: How odd

It was a bright and sunny day when suddenly…BANG! CRACK! CRASH! AAAAAAAHHHH! … now these sorts of things were perfectly normal at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Severus Snape, feared potions master by the said school was a beast to many but one… A Hari Potter.

These two were known to have hated each other from the very fist day of Hari's first year attending the school.

No matter how much a person sugarcoated the matter ( Cough, cough Dumbledore cough)

They loathed each other. They would rather go and eat dung than apologize to each other, as it was the unspoken and pre-written fate for the two. So all explanations aside this was perfectly normal.

"POTTER! 30 points from Gryffindor for blowing up your potion along with Parkinson's." Snape bellowed.

"My fault, is it? Couldn't you see that it was Parkinson's fault? I had nothing to do with that stupid explosion! My cauldron was just near, so it blew up too!" she countered.

"So you think you're always right then, Potter?" He sneered with his usual sinister look.

"Well maybe if you would look further beyond that over grown nose of yours you'd see the right one! Or not, since it positively takes up all the space you see between your eyes! And for the last time, IT WASN"T ME!!!" she retorted, ending her reply with a shriek.

"Why you little b--…"

Before he could finish the bell rang.

Saved by the bell… Hari thought as she sighed inwardly. She packed her bag trying her best to go unnoticed but failing dismally at it.

"Class dismissed… and 40 points from Gryffindor , of your account Mr. Longbottom, if you consider what you concocted a discoloring potion…" he announced.

Each student slowly filed out of the room, one by one, Hari was about to leave to when…

"Potter, Stay."

She whipped her head around looking bewilderedly at her surprised Professor.

She frowned and thought irritably ' What does he think of me a dog?'

She sat down on her seat again and waited curiously for Snape to begin, vaguely guessing the reasons he called her back, which was most likely a lecture on being respectful to elders.

She looked unflinchingly at her teacher, waiting for him to start bombarding her with words. But it never came.

"Uh…"

"…"

"… Weapon… is something wrong?"

Snape broke the silence between the two uncertainly.

But Hari smiled inwardly at the concerned tone of his voice, and the use of her war mage name, but her face outside looked blank and neutral.

Slowly looking up to him and carefully thinking things over, she opened her mouth and said.

"Sev? I'm not sure exactly but they --…"

she wasn't given the time to finish because she stopped abruptly upon hearing the sound of a pair of heeled shoes tapping loudly outside, in the stone corridor, when it came to a halt directly in front of the room they were in. Both heads immediately snapped that direction as the door slowly creaked open to reveal…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series… or something like that…

A/N: guys I'm so sorry! I know some don't like me, but I'll keep writing! So R/R please, I'd die if you won't! OoooH! And thanks to those who DID review!

~R o D

P.S. Who's a Snape luver? Pleeze e-mail me, cuz I'm one too!

*Not from her irresponsible Editor, who promised to fix her story up but never got around doing it:

I'm really sorry for the people who waited loyally for the second chap! Exams were coming and I never seemed to have free time on me… If you're pissed at Realm, get pissed at me instead… I deserve it… Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! Will some one tell me what on earth a plot bunny really is?

~The Editor