The Pranks On Professor Snape
Chapter 1
By Fizzyglitter
D/C: You know I don't own any of these fantabulous characters, so, don't sue me. The only thing that is mine, is the plot. Okies?
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Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into Snape's classroom, dreading the lesson. Harry and Ron hadn't done their homework, because they were staying up all night doing detention, and could only flop down on their beds and fall instantly asleep. Although Hermione stayed up all night doing her homework: she hadn't taken part in the crime that caused the detention… she was caught by Filch at the scene of the crime and served detention too.
Tiptoeing to their seats at the back of the classroom, Harry, Hermione and Ron pretended they weren't there.
Although, as the lesson dragged on, Snape started to check everyone's homework.
Harry and Ron sunk in their chairs, wishing they were invisible, and wishing they had skipped the rotten lesson.
"Potter! Weasley! Where is your homework!" snarled Snape.
"Uh, we haven't done it sir…" Ron muttered.
"Potter, Weasley, you are going to spend tonight doing detention, you are to clean the trophy's in the trophy room… without magic!"
Harry and Ron groaned.
"And five points off Griffindor!" snarled Snape again.
After class, Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out of the classroom. Ron and Harry holding their books rather too tightly so their knuckles were white.
"I don't see what you're so worried about, I mean, you're always getting into trouble with Snape, what's so big about this one?" she remarked.
Ron was as red as his hair. "Straw. Last. Nomore." He spat.
"It's the last straw, we can't take this any more," Harry translated.
"But what are you going to do about it? Snape is still going to be horrible to you, no matter what you do."
"See you'll…" muttered Ron…
"You'll see…" translated Harry.
***The next day… Griffindor Common Room.***
"Oy, Fred, George, could we talk to you for a second?"
Fred and George walked over.
"Ooh, Ickle Ronnickins needs our help!" drawled Fred.
"Shut up Fred, I need to talk to you about some er… practical jokes…"
"I'm not Fred! I'm George! Oh, and what kind of practical jokes,"
"OK well George, I'd like to ask for some advice on er… could we say this in private please?"
"Sure," said Fred and George in unison. "Oh, and by the way, I'm Fred really," said George.
Ron sighed "Whatever you say," and he brought them up to the common room where Harry was, studying his Herbology homework for the next day.
"Harry, I got Fred and George here to help us with what we're planning to do"
"What are you planning to do?" Fred and George said instantaneously.
"We're planning to give Snape something to think about." Harry remarked. "Well, more like we're going to raid him with practical jokes and nobody will know it is us that is doing all the joking around…somehow."
"So… have you still got some of those Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Yeah, we still have some…" George said, eyes shining, "It sounds like a good time… could we witness?"
"If you want to go to Snape's class and be put down a grade so you were really in fourth." Ron said. "Although, we could bring a cimer."
"A what?" Harry asked.
"A cimer."
"What is a cimer?"
"This muggle machine where you toop something and it comes onto felm and you get to watch it."
"Do you mean, camera, where you tape something and it comes onto film and you get to watch it?"
"If you like, so what do you think Fred, George?"
"I think Ickle Ronnickins and Harry have gone off their rocker, don't you think George?" Fred remarked.
"Quite right, Fred."
"Do you think we should help them?"
"Oh… I couldn't be too sure… what do you think?"
"I don't know what do you think?"
"I don't think we should not help them."
"Neither do I."
They continued this crazy conversation until they turned back to Ron and Harry and said "Sure!" with mischievous grins on their faces.
Chapter 1
By Fizzyglitter
D/C: You know I don't own any of these fantabulous characters, so, don't sue me. The only thing that is mine, is the plot. Okies?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into Snape's classroom, dreading the lesson. Harry and Ron hadn't done their homework, because they were staying up all night doing detention, and could only flop down on their beds and fall instantly asleep. Although Hermione stayed up all night doing her homework: she hadn't taken part in the crime that caused the detention… she was caught by Filch at the scene of the crime and served detention too.
Tiptoeing to their seats at the back of the classroom, Harry, Hermione and Ron pretended they weren't there.
Although, as the lesson dragged on, Snape started to check everyone's homework.
Harry and Ron sunk in their chairs, wishing they were invisible, and wishing they had skipped the rotten lesson.
"Potter! Weasley! Where is your homework!" snarled Snape.
"Uh, we haven't done it sir…" Ron muttered.
"Potter, Weasley, you are going to spend tonight doing detention, you are to clean the trophy's in the trophy room… without magic!"
Harry and Ron groaned.
"And five points off Griffindor!" snarled Snape again.
After class, Ron, Hermione, and Harry walked out of the classroom. Ron and Harry holding their books rather too tightly so their knuckles were white.
"I don't see what you're so worried about, I mean, you're always getting into trouble with Snape, what's so big about this one?" she remarked.
Ron was as red as his hair. "Straw. Last. Nomore." He spat.
"It's the last straw, we can't take this any more," Harry translated.
"But what are you going to do about it? Snape is still going to be horrible to you, no matter what you do."
"See you'll…" muttered Ron…
"You'll see…" translated Harry.
***The next day… Griffindor Common Room.***
"Oy, Fred, George, could we talk to you for a second?"
Fred and George walked over.
"Ooh, Ickle Ronnickins needs our help!" drawled Fred.
"Shut up Fred, I need to talk to you about some er… practical jokes…"
"I'm not Fred! I'm George! Oh, and what kind of practical jokes,"
"OK well George, I'd like to ask for some advice on er… could we say this in private please?"
"Sure," said Fred and George in unison. "Oh, and by the way, I'm Fred really," said George.
Ron sighed "Whatever you say," and he brought them up to the common room where Harry was, studying his Herbology homework for the next day.
"Harry, I got Fred and George here to help us with what we're planning to do"
"What are you planning to do?" Fred and George said instantaneously.
"We're planning to give Snape something to think about." Harry remarked. "Well, more like we're going to raid him with practical jokes and nobody will know it is us that is doing all the joking around…somehow."
"So… have you still got some of those Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Yeah, we still have some…" George said, eyes shining, "It sounds like a good time… could we witness?"
"If you want to go to Snape's class and be put down a grade so you were really in fourth." Ron said. "Although, we could bring a cimer."
"A what?" Harry asked.
"A cimer."
"What is a cimer?"
"This muggle machine where you toop something and it comes onto felm and you get to watch it."
"Do you mean, camera, where you tape something and it comes onto film and you get to watch it?"
"If you like, so what do you think Fred, George?"
"I think Ickle Ronnickins and Harry have gone off their rocker, don't you think George?" Fred remarked.
"Quite right, Fred."
"Do you think we should help them?"
"Oh… I couldn't be too sure… what do you think?"
"I don't know what do you think?"
"I don't think we should not help them."
"Neither do I."
They continued this crazy conversation until they turned back to Ron and Harry and said "Sure!" with mischievous grins on their faces.