Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. I also want to point out I don't think Neville is OC. I think Neville has put up with a lot of crap, and while Harry has yelled at Ron, Hermione and about everyone else to vent, Neville hasn't. When he blows, it will be something. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````
The tension in the potions classroom was thick even before Snape entered the room. It was as if the Slytherins knew what was going to happen. They sat on the other side of the room, away from the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs that had managed to make it into the NEWT level potions class. The Slytherins all displayed smirks on their faces, and when the door to the classroom finally flew open to reveal Snape, you would have thought Christmas came early for them.
"Today class we will be doing something different," Snape said harshly, his cloak billowing behind him as he walked to the front of the class. "I will be giving everyone individual potions to make by the end of the class period. At that time, you will test your potion on yourself. IF it was made according to the written instructions, you will be fine. If not," he smirked looking at Neville. "a trip to the hospital wing will be the least of your worries. When I call your name come up and get the parchment with your potion on it then get to work."
One by one, the students went up to get their parchments and ingredients. Hermione, Harry and Ron looked over at Neville to see him in a silent staring match with the potion master until Neville's name was called.
"What do you think Snape gave him?" Ron whispered.
"I don't know, but knowing Snape something nasty," Harry said.
"I just hope Neville can handle it," Hermione said worrying.
The trio then started working on their potions. Ten minutes before the class was over, Snape stood in front of each student as he or she tried their potion. Luckily most of the students had gotten theirs right, with the exception of a Ravenclaw that put too much unicorn hair in his, causing him to sprout wings on his back instead of his feet for the feather touch potion.
Finally, Snape stood in front of Neville. He watched with sick pleasure as Neville brought the ladle up from his cauldron, but before he brought it to his lips, he muttered a spell. Then he slurped the potion. Snape watched in amusement, as Neville seemed to go into a slumber.
Hermione panicked thinking that something went wrong. Until a moment later Neville woke up, and Snape's grin turned into a frown.
"I see for once you got it correct Mr. Longbottom," he sneered.
"You know you really are a slimy, detestable Death Eating prick," Neville's voice echoes strongly throughout the room. "Did you really think I was that stupid?"
By this time the dungeons had grown deadly silent, as the rest of the students had their jaws dropped to the floor. There was no way that Neville Longbottom had just said that to Professor Snape.
"Fifty-points from Gryffindor," raged Snape. "You could be expelled for that Mr. Longbottom," Snape sneered happily looking down at Neville.
Standing up, Neville made a duplicate of the potion instruction Snape had gave him at the beginning of the class. He then threw Snape the copy.
"And you can be sacked for that," Neville said sternly. "Though it said I was making a common sleeping potion. The last ingredient mixed with the first would have created the Draught of the Living Death. Of course, maybe the inclusion of the first or last ingredient on the list was a mistake on your part Professor. Either way, I'm sure the headmaster would be interested in seeing this," he said pocketing the original instructions. "Oh and don't worry about the house points. I'll win them back in D.A.D.A."
Snape turned two different shades of red as his temper flared. A tiny vein on his forehead popped out and he roared, "Everyone but Mr. Longbottom leave the room NOW!"
No one had to be told twice. There was a mass exodus to the door. Once the last student, besides Neville was out Snape slammed the door shut and cast a silencing spell. Ron, Hermione and Harry stood outside the door still shocked.
"Merlin, Snape will kill him," Ron said in awe.
"What has gotten into Neville?" Harry asked, "Not that Snape didn't deserve that . . ."
"This is horrible," Hermione said almost sobbing.
Ron put his arm around Hermione to comfort her. "It's alright 'Mione. We'll just wait here for Neville. Everything will be fine."
About twenty minutes later the dungeon door flew open and a very irate Professor Snape came out.
"Twenty points for loitering! Get out of my sight!" he yelled before taking off down the hallway.
The trio watched him go and then turned to see a very happy Neville leave the dungeons.
"What happened Neville?" Ron asked.
"Nothing really," he shrugged in reply. "I told Snape I was tired of him being a blood sucking prick and that I could brew a potion just as well as he could. To prove it Friday we're brewing Veritaserum. He'll try mine, I try his. He thinks I'll fail and he won't have to reveal anything about himself and he'll just embarrass me. Well that old bat won't know what hit him."
The trio looked at Neville as if he were mad.
"Do you really think that's a good idea Neville? Veritaserum is very difficult to make. It's NEWT level and a little beyond," Hermione asked worried.
"No problem. If it lunch yet? I've got a date with a pretty redhead in the Great Hall," Neville said turning to leave.
They watched him go then turned to each other.
"This is going to turn out bad no matter what isn't it?" Hermione asked.
Ron and Harry just nodded. Little did they know, the trouble was just about to begin.
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. I also want to point out I don't think Neville is OC. I think Neville has put up with a lot of crap, and while Harry has yelled at Ron, Hermione and about everyone else to vent, Neville hasn't. When he blows, it will be something. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````
The tension in the potions classroom was thick even before Snape entered the room. It was as if the Slytherins knew what was going to happen. They sat on the other side of the room, away from the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs that had managed to make it into the NEWT level potions class. The Slytherins all displayed smirks on their faces, and when the door to the classroom finally flew open to reveal Snape, you would have thought Christmas came early for them.
"Today class we will be doing something different," Snape said harshly, his cloak billowing behind him as he walked to the front of the class. "I will be giving everyone individual potions to make by the end of the class period. At that time, you will test your potion on yourself. IF it was made according to the written instructions, you will be fine. If not," he smirked looking at Neville. "a trip to the hospital wing will be the least of your worries. When I call your name come up and get the parchment with your potion on it then get to work."
One by one, the students went up to get their parchments and ingredients. Hermione, Harry and Ron looked over at Neville to see him in a silent staring match with the potion master until Neville's name was called.
"What do you think Snape gave him?" Ron whispered.
"I don't know, but knowing Snape something nasty," Harry said.
"I just hope Neville can handle it," Hermione said worrying.
The trio then started working on their potions. Ten minutes before the class was over, Snape stood in front of each student as he or she tried their potion. Luckily most of the students had gotten theirs right, with the exception of a Ravenclaw that put too much unicorn hair in his, causing him to sprout wings on his back instead of his feet for the feather touch potion.
Finally, Snape stood in front of Neville. He watched with sick pleasure as Neville brought the ladle up from his cauldron, but before he brought it to his lips, he muttered a spell. Then he slurped the potion. Snape watched in amusement, as Neville seemed to go into a slumber.
Hermione panicked thinking that something went wrong. Until a moment later Neville woke up, and Snape's grin turned into a frown.
"I see for once you got it correct Mr. Longbottom," he sneered.
"You know you really are a slimy, detestable Death Eating prick," Neville's voice echoes strongly throughout the room. "Did you really think I was that stupid?"
By this time the dungeons had grown deadly silent, as the rest of the students had their jaws dropped to the floor. There was no way that Neville Longbottom had just said that to Professor Snape.
"Fifty-points from Gryffindor," raged Snape. "You could be expelled for that Mr. Longbottom," Snape sneered happily looking down at Neville.
Standing up, Neville made a duplicate of the potion instruction Snape had gave him at the beginning of the class. He then threw Snape the copy.
"And you can be sacked for that," Neville said sternly. "Though it said I was making a common sleeping potion. The last ingredient mixed with the first would have created the Draught of the Living Death. Of course, maybe the inclusion of the first or last ingredient on the list was a mistake on your part Professor. Either way, I'm sure the headmaster would be interested in seeing this," he said pocketing the original instructions. "Oh and don't worry about the house points. I'll win them back in D.A.D.A."
Snape turned two different shades of red as his temper flared. A tiny vein on his forehead popped out and he roared, "Everyone but Mr. Longbottom leave the room NOW!"
No one had to be told twice. There was a mass exodus to the door. Once the last student, besides Neville was out Snape slammed the door shut and cast a silencing spell. Ron, Hermione and Harry stood outside the door still shocked.
"Merlin, Snape will kill him," Ron said in awe.
"What has gotten into Neville?" Harry asked, "Not that Snape didn't deserve that . . ."
"This is horrible," Hermione said almost sobbing.
Ron put his arm around Hermione to comfort her. "It's alright 'Mione. We'll just wait here for Neville. Everything will be fine."
About twenty minutes later the dungeon door flew open and a very irate Professor Snape came out.
"Twenty points for loitering! Get out of my sight!" he yelled before taking off down the hallway.
The trio watched him go and then turned to see a very happy Neville leave the dungeons.
"What happened Neville?" Ron asked.
"Nothing really," he shrugged in reply. "I told Snape I was tired of him being a blood sucking prick and that I could brew a potion just as well as he could. To prove it Friday we're brewing Veritaserum. He'll try mine, I try his. He thinks I'll fail and he won't have to reveal anything about himself and he'll just embarrass me. Well that old bat won't know what hit him."
The trio looked at Neville as if he were mad.
"Do you really think that's a good idea Neville? Veritaserum is very difficult to make. It's NEWT level and a little beyond," Hermione asked worried.
"No problem. If it lunch yet? I've got a date with a pretty redhead in the Great Hall," Neville said turning to leave.
They watched him go then turned to each other.
"This is going to turn out bad no matter what isn't it?" Hermione asked.
Ron and Harry just nodded. Little did they know, the trouble was just about to begin.
