The Pranks on Professor Snape.
Chapter Ten. (Oooh! Double Digits!)
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: Hey, I'm baaaaaack!
(Translation: I'm back from my tiring week of school and now it's Saturday, I can do something constructive.)
So, taadaa! Here's the next chapter on The Pranks on Professor Snape!
Has anyone guessed my age yet? I guess nobody reads my stories enough, (sigh). Not good! Not good! I need to publicise! How about I post my fics on my website… now that'd be cool! Hey, I should start the fic now shouldn't I?
"Get on with it fizzy…" muttered a frustrated reader as they skimmed the extremely un-entertaining writers note.
"I'm getting there… I'm getting there!"
D/C: Come Ion /II'm not JK Rowling, you know that I don't own this stuff! I You /I know I only own the plot, for heavens sake! (sighs and shakes head).
(fanfiction writer puts on her cheap soapie voice)
Previously: They stuck up posters all around the school… holding things from Snape's personal diary… (scary music).
So let's get on with it, as my mother would say.
And as I would say: ON WITH THE SHOW!
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That morning as they got up there was a muttering around the common room, about surprise, surprise… Professor Snape.
They all walked into the common room grinning that morning, knowing that they had succeeded in this colossal task.
Walking around the school that day, posters adorned the walls.
Some of them said: "SNAPE LOVES PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY" and some of them said "SNAPE LIKES TO READ SAPPY ROMANCE NOVELS" and even some of them said, "SNAPE HAS A SECRET ROOM IN THE CASTLE, AND THE WALLPAPER IS HEARTS AND PINK FLOWERS!"
All of them true, of course.
*~*
Walking into the common room, Dean beckoned them over.
Gesturing towards chairs, Dean whispered to the group of bewildered faces.
"You guys put up those posters didn't you?" he whispered.
"Of course not!" said Hermione. It was pretty obvious that she was lying.
Harry bit his lip.
"What if we were? Would you turn us in?" he muttered.
"Harry!" Hermione said, startled that he let it slip.
"He's got us already, Hermione…" Harry shrugged.
"No! I think what you did is pretty brilliant. I just wanted to have my suspicious confirmed." He grinned.
"So, what else was in that diary?"
"Well, it's said in the diary that he was a death eater…" Harry whispered. And they continued muttering throughout the whole lunchtime.
*~*~*~*~*
It was potions class and Snape was in a fury.
It turned out that whenever he walked past, people kept sniggering and once when he walked through a large crowd of kids down a corridor, someone had yelled: "HEY SNAPE, HOW IS TRELAWNEY LATELY? I BET SHE ONLY COMES OUT OF HER ROOM FOR YOU, HAHAHA!"
He'd turned around, but everything looked completely normal. Nobody looked suspicious at all, and he couldn't see who had done it.
He was in such a bad mood, he hadn't given anybody detention today, so this was the time where he was going to have his form of vegeing out… giving poor defenceless innocent children detention.
"Thomas! Your writing is not neat! Detention!" he hissed.
"Patil! Your potion is too green! Detention!" he snapped.
"Brown! Those leeches should be sliced horizontally, not vertically! DETENTION!" he snarled.
He paced the dungeon as the students were brewing a pain-killing potion, kicking himself for being so stupid as to get all this out, somehow. (A/N: Pain killing Potion sounds really good at the moment, I have a migraine and I'm wearing sunglasses… darn headaches…anyway… that was fairly off-topic…)
Walking down the isle, he saw something wrong with Famous Potter's Potion.
"Potter, detention for runny potion, and why is it purple?" he snarled.
*
Harry felt like he was going to burst from anger, but he kept on stirring his purple potion as if he hadn't heard anything.
"I haven't put in the leeches yet, professor, that is probably why it is purple," he said suddenly.
"Are you questioning my expertise Potter? Another detention for you on Thursday."
"No sir, I wouldn't be questioning your expertise." Potter muttered under his breath.
"What did you say, Potter?"
"Nothing, I Sir, /I" said Harry. It didn't look as if Snape had caught the sarcasm though, which was good.
I Gee, he's thick… /I thought Harry as he tossed in his horizontally cut leeches.
*~*~*~*~*
"I have detention tomorrow and on Thursday…"
"YOU WHAT?" Ron asked, horrified. "How could you let yourself get detention with Snape, of all people… at this time he's going to be extra murderous…"
"I know, I just couldn't help myself. Luckily, he didn't catch my sarcasm on the last thing I said…" he said, relief clearly showing in his voice.
"True, that's good…"
"Well, I'll see you later, I have to get some sleep to get ready for the next two late nights, I swear he's going to keep me there all night cleaning troll bogies off the ceiling…"
"See you later, Harry!" Hermione called after his retreating form.
"Gee, I hope he doesn't get busted by Snape…" Ron muttered to Hermione.
"Yeah… then we'll be really gone down the creek without a paddle…" she replied.
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A/N: Hey! SO, how's that chapter, amusing? Let's just hope so, since it I is /I supposed to be a comedy, isn't it?
So, I can't wait 'till I write the next chapter! (hey, that's actually tomorrow… I hope. I want to get some of this done before the dreaded school week, where I'm too busy to breathe!)
Oh, and feel free to post reviews…
Chapter Ten. (Oooh! Double Digits!)
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: Hey, I'm baaaaaack!
(Translation: I'm back from my tiring week of school and now it's Saturday, I can do something constructive.)
So, taadaa! Here's the next chapter on The Pranks on Professor Snape!
Has anyone guessed my age yet? I guess nobody reads my stories enough, (sigh). Not good! Not good! I need to publicise! How about I post my fics on my website… now that'd be cool! Hey, I should start the fic now shouldn't I?
"Get on with it fizzy…" muttered a frustrated reader as they skimmed the extremely un-entertaining writers note.
"I'm getting there… I'm getting there!"
D/C: Come Ion /II'm not JK Rowling, you know that I don't own this stuff! I You /I know I only own the plot, for heavens sake! (sighs and shakes head).
(fanfiction writer puts on her cheap soapie voice)
Previously: They stuck up posters all around the school… holding things from Snape's personal diary… (scary music).
So let's get on with it, as my mother would say.
And as I would say: ON WITH THE SHOW!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That morning as they got up there was a muttering around the common room, about surprise, surprise… Professor Snape.
They all walked into the common room grinning that morning, knowing that they had succeeded in this colossal task.
Walking around the school that day, posters adorned the walls.
Some of them said: "SNAPE LOVES PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY" and some of them said "SNAPE LIKES TO READ SAPPY ROMANCE NOVELS" and even some of them said, "SNAPE HAS A SECRET ROOM IN THE CASTLE, AND THE WALLPAPER IS HEARTS AND PINK FLOWERS!"
All of them true, of course.
*~*
Walking into the common room, Dean beckoned them over.
Gesturing towards chairs, Dean whispered to the group of bewildered faces.
"You guys put up those posters didn't you?" he whispered.
"Of course not!" said Hermione. It was pretty obvious that she was lying.
Harry bit his lip.
"What if we were? Would you turn us in?" he muttered.
"Harry!" Hermione said, startled that he let it slip.
"He's got us already, Hermione…" Harry shrugged.
"No! I think what you did is pretty brilliant. I just wanted to have my suspicious confirmed." He grinned.
"So, what else was in that diary?"
"Well, it's said in the diary that he was a death eater…" Harry whispered. And they continued muttering throughout the whole lunchtime.
*~*~*~*~*
It was potions class and Snape was in a fury.
It turned out that whenever he walked past, people kept sniggering and once when he walked through a large crowd of kids down a corridor, someone had yelled: "HEY SNAPE, HOW IS TRELAWNEY LATELY? I BET SHE ONLY COMES OUT OF HER ROOM FOR YOU, HAHAHA!"
He'd turned around, but everything looked completely normal. Nobody looked suspicious at all, and he couldn't see who had done it.
He was in such a bad mood, he hadn't given anybody detention today, so this was the time where he was going to have his form of vegeing out… giving poor defenceless innocent children detention.
"Thomas! Your writing is not neat! Detention!" he hissed.
"Patil! Your potion is too green! Detention!" he snapped.
"Brown! Those leeches should be sliced horizontally, not vertically! DETENTION!" he snarled.
He paced the dungeon as the students were brewing a pain-killing potion, kicking himself for being so stupid as to get all this out, somehow. (A/N: Pain killing Potion sounds really good at the moment, I have a migraine and I'm wearing sunglasses… darn headaches…anyway… that was fairly off-topic…)
Walking down the isle, he saw something wrong with Famous Potter's Potion.
"Potter, detention for runny potion, and why is it purple?" he snarled.
*
Harry felt like he was going to burst from anger, but he kept on stirring his purple potion as if he hadn't heard anything.
"I haven't put in the leeches yet, professor, that is probably why it is purple," he said suddenly.
"Are you questioning my expertise Potter? Another detention for you on Thursday."
"No sir, I wouldn't be questioning your expertise." Potter muttered under his breath.
"What did you say, Potter?"
"Nothing, I Sir, /I" said Harry. It didn't look as if Snape had caught the sarcasm though, which was good.
I Gee, he's thick… /I thought Harry as he tossed in his horizontally cut leeches.
*~*~*~*~*
"I have detention tomorrow and on Thursday…"
"YOU WHAT?" Ron asked, horrified. "How could you let yourself get detention with Snape, of all people… at this time he's going to be extra murderous…"
"I know, I just couldn't help myself. Luckily, he didn't catch my sarcasm on the last thing I said…" he said, relief clearly showing in his voice.
"True, that's good…"
"Well, I'll see you later, I have to get some sleep to get ready for the next two late nights, I swear he's going to keep me there all night cleaning troll bogies off the ceiling…"
"See you later, Harry!" Hermione called after his retreating form.
"Gee, I hope he doesn't get busted by Snape…" Ron muttered to Hermione.
"Yeah… then we'll be really gone down the creek without a paddle…" she replied.
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A/N: Hey! SO, how's that chapter, amusing? Let's just hope so, since it I is /I supposed to be a comedy, isn't it?
So, I can't wait 'till I write the next chapter! (hey, that's actually tomorrow… I hope. I want to get some of this done before the dreaded school week, where I'm too busy to breathe!)
Oh, and feel free to post reviews…