The disclaimer is the same as before. Nothing has changed except the scene. I will previously acknowledge that none of the conversations inserted in here were reproduced from any part of any of the 5 published books.
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"What happened Potter? Did they not remember to potyt train you at that Muggle home fo yours?" A voice errupted over the sniggering at the Slytherin table. The voice belonged to no other than the malicious tempered Malfoy dubbed Draco. That comment brought on a fresh batch of sniggering and jeering. It continued to repeat down the table and off to the next.
"Potter wasn't potty trained." Was whispered by some while others decided to proclaim more remarks aloud. "Pee Wee Potter." Became the jest of the day. The name was repeated over and over again til the whole school was using it.
Hermoine looked positivly flustered. Her hands resided on her hips as she blustered on and on about how childish they were being. Ron looked over at Harry, only noticing then that Harry's robes were damp, and raised a questioning eyebrow. Harry only shrugged, face only a few inches above his plate as he finished off what happened to be his thrid helping that morning. Hermoine was on nerves for the rest of that day, continually muttering about the ignorance and childishness of the students at the school.
Students began to file out of the Great Hall to get to class on time. Harry had eaten til he was full, Hermoine had hardly touched her food at all, Ron ate a little bit but continued to glance over at Harry (or should it be said that he kept staring at Harry's damp robes). The trio headed back up to Gryffindor tower, the students barely had time to get their books and head to class on time so changing robes was definately out for Harry.
It was a horrible to start to an even worse day. Gryffindors had Double Potions with Slytherins. Professor Snape wasn't about to pass up an oppurtunity to abash a ceratin Mr. Potter. "Well my unspoken questions have been affirmed. Do you know what I am talking about Potter?" Snape asked as soon as Harry had stepped foot into the dungeon. Hary could only stare at the floor and shake his head, he didn't trust his voice not to falter on him. "Your robes, Potter, your robes." Snape gestured to the clinging garments. Of course this remark, as all others devoted to Harry Potter, was recieved by chortling from the Slytherins but unexpectedly the Gryffindors were joining in. Hermoine gave her fellow housemates a stern glare which made some immediatly fall silent while others lingered on slightly longer before dropping out.
The day seemed to linger on longer and longer. Harry was ready to skip even his favorite classes. No matter how hard he tried he remained unattentive. He was tired through and through, he couldn't wait til he could walk up the stairs to the boy's dormitory then climb into his bed and fall into a deep sleep. He must have drifted farther away at the thought but was brought sharply into focus by the prodding in his side. "Huh?" The sound must have been spoken to loudly because it caused students to turn and look at him, no wait, everyone was looking at him...but why?
"So glad you could rejoin us Mr. Potter." He recoginized that cold and sneering voice. All Harry had to do was tilt his head backwards to see Snape was standing over him, lips turned up in a snide smile. "Now maybe you will answer my question for the benefit of the rest of the class?"
"What?" Harry mumbled, mind still fogged with thoughts of sleep. Had he been asked a question? He didn't remember being asked a question. He shook his head, mainly to clear away the lingering notions. "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? But what for Mr. Potter?" Snape cut in before Harry could finish his thoughts. "Sorry for wasting my and the rest of your classmates time? For not knowing the answer to my question? Or simply for not knowing the question at all?" Harry sputtered but was unable to answer before Snape interrupted him once more. "Now Mr. Malfoy perhaps you can clue us in on the answer."
Malfoy beamed but only after throwing an ugly sneer Harry's way. "Phoenix tears." The simple answer prompted a grand round of applause from the Slytherin House.
Snape had to wait for the rucus to die down before he could continue on with the lesson, but it wasn't that he minded so much. "Correct Mr, Malfoy. 10 points awarded to Slytherin and due to Mr. Potter's unattentiveness Gryffindor loses 15." This brought on a round of grumbling from the Gryffindor House. Snape cleared his throat, turning away from the class to continue his lesson. "And if the room doesn't quiet quickly the more shall be deducted." He seemed to add as an after thought. The Gryffindor's quieted but not after a few seconds more of grumbling.
Harry stumbled along through the day by the time that he could finally retire he was unable to. He had to write an essay for Snape due to his unattentiveness and complete the rest of his Potions work not to mention homework from the rest of his classes. It was late (or should it be said early in the morning) before Harry was able to climb up the stairs and retreat to his bed. He laid down without bothering to change or pull back the blankets. Even before his head hit the pillow he had fallen fast asleep. But the sleep wasn't the untroubled one he had imagined it to be.
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There, another chapter down. At this time I wish to recieve requests for what some of my readers would wish to happen next. Should this fic contain only the orignals or should made-ups be added sometime along the way?
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"What happened Potter? Did they not remember to potyt train you at that Muggle home fo yours?" A voice errupted over the sniggering at the Slytherin table. The voice belonged to no other than the malicious tempered Malfoy dubbed Draco. That comment brought on a fresh batch of sniggering and jeering. It continued to repeat down the table and off to the next.
"Potter wasn't potty trained." Was whispered by some while others decided to proclaim more remarks aloud. "Pee Wee Potter." Became the jest of the day. The name was repeated over and over again til the whole school was using it.
Hermoine looked positivly flustered. Her hands resided on her hips as she blustered on and on about how childish they were being. Ron looked over at Harry, only noticing then that Harry's robes were damp, and raised a questioning eyebrow. Harry only shrugged, face only a few inches above his plate as he finished off what happened to be his thrid helping that morning. Hermoine was on nerves for the rest of that day, continually muttering about the ignorance and childishness of the students at the school.
Students began to file out of the Great Hall to get to class on time. Harry had eaten til he was full, Hermoine had hardly touched her food at all, Ron ate a little bit but continued to glance over at Harry (or should it be said that he kept staring at Harry's damp robes). The trio headed back up to Gryffindor tower, the students barely had time to get their books and head to class on time so changing robes was definately out for Harry.
It was a horrible to start to an even worse day. Gryffindors had Double Potions with Slytherins. Professor Snape wasn't about to pass up an oppurtunity to abash a ceratin Mr. Potter. "Well my unspoken questions have been affirmed. Do you know what I am talking about Potter?" Snape asked as soon as Harry had stepped foot into the dungeon. Hary could only stare at the floor and shake his head, he didn't trust his voice not to falter on him. "Your robes, Potter, your robes." Snape gestured to the clinging garments. Of course this remark, as all others devoted to Harry Potter, was recieved by chortling from the Slytherins but unexpectedly the Gryffindors were joining in. Hermoine gave her fellow housemates a stern glare which made some immediatly fall silent while others lingered on slightly longer before dropping out.
The day seemed to linger on longer and longer. Harry was ready to skip even his favorite classes. No matter how hard he tried he remained unattentive. He was tired through and through, he couldn't wait til he could walk up the stairs to the boy's dormitory then climb into his bed and fall into a deep sleep. He must have drifted farther away at the thought but was brought sharply into focus by the prodding in his side. "Huh?" The sound must have been spoken to loudly because it caused students to turn and look at him, no wait, everyone was looking at him...but why?
"So glad you could rejoin us Mr. Potter." He recoginized that cold and sneering voice. All Harry had to do was tilt his head backwards to see Snape was standing over him, lips turned up in a snide smile. "Now maybe you will answer my question for the benefit of the rest of the class?"
"What?" Harry mumbled, mind still fogged with thoughts of sleep. Had he been asked a question? He didn't remember being asked a question. He shook his head, mainly to clear away the lingering notions. "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? But what for Mr. Potter?" Snape cut in before Harry could finish his thoughts. "Sorry for wasting my and the rest of your classmates time? For not knowing the answer to my question? Or simply for not knowing the question at all?" Harry sputtered but was unable to answer before Snape interrupted him once more. "Now Mr. Malfoy perhaps you can clue us in on the answer."
Malfoy beamed but only after throwing an ugly sneer Harry's way. "Phoenix tears." The simple answer prompted a grand round of applause from the Slytherin House.
Snape had to wait for the rucus to die down before he could continue on with the lesson, but it wasn't that he minded so much. "Correct Mr, Malfoy. 10 points awarded to Slytherin and due to Mr. Potter's unattentiveness Gryffindor loses 15." This brought on a round of grumbling from the Gryffindor House. Snape cleared his throat, turning away from the class to continue his lesson. "And if the room doesn't quiet quickly the more shall be deducted." He seemed to add as an after thought. The Gryffindor's quieted but not after a few seconds more of grumbling.
Harry stumbled along through the day by the time that he could finally retire he was unable to. He had to write an essay for Snape due to his unattentiveness and complete the rest of his Potions work not to mention homework from the rest of his classes. It was late (or should it be said early in the morning) before Harry was able to climb up the stairs and retreat to his bed. He laid down without bothering to change or pull back the blankets. Even before his head hit the pillow he had fallen fast asleep. But the sleep wasn't the untroubled one he had imagined it to be.
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There, another chapter down. At this time I wish to recieve requests for what some of my readers would wish to happen next. Should this fic contain only the orignals or should made-ups be added sometime along the way?