The Pranks on Professor Snape.
Chapter 12
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: I hope you like this chapter ( It should be good.
I've made another chapter to my first fanfic, Why Voldemort Was After Harry Potter. Just thought you'd all like an update. I'm thinking of doing a few sequels of the first chapter thingy to that story… a series.
If this chapter is a bit odd, I'd like to let you know that I only woke up say… I don't remember. But it wasn't long ago… (yawns) so never mind me ^_^;;
D/C: Are you sure you think I own the Harry Potter books? Because, you know, I don't…
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Harry woke up that morning, fairly bedraggled, and extremely tired. Why did they have to wake up so early for school? Why did it have to be compulsory?
He stumbled down the marble staircase to the Entrance Hall, to get his breakfast.
Yawning, he sat down at the table. Seamus was looking at them suspiciously, Harry, Ron and Hermione found it rather disturbing.
Although, Harry had to get something off his chest.
"Ron… 'oo din' coveh dee woof wiff igh of noot, did yoo?" he mumbled with his mouth full.
"Harry… don't talk with your mouth full. It's not good manners."
"Zorry 'ermione." He yawned. "Well, did you?"
"No! Darn Snape, he must have done that just to keep you there all night. And fancy another detention with Snape tonight… I pity you Harry." He patted him on the shoulder.
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By the end of the day, Harry was cursing Snape, wishing he'd been in the grave years ago, before he could go to Hogwarts.
"Why did Pwofessor Dombledore haff to hiyer him…" yawned Harry.
"What?" asked Ron.
"He said: 'Why did Professor Dumbledore have to hire him'" explained Hermione.
"Oh. Well… I don't know. He is a bit mad…"
"I agree on that one, Ron…"
They stumbled up the steps to the common room. They had quite a full day, and Harry hadn't had any time to catch up on his sleep.
As they clambered into the common room, ("Neffels wos neva neh –" he yawned, "ver Nerdy…") they saw Ginny, Fred and George playing exploding snap, to many annoyed stares of the other Griffindors. Many of them, grumpily, doing homework.
Walking over to them, the three took Fred and George aside, much to the interest of Ginny. (When they had come over with Harry in tired tow, she had almost knocked her transfiguration book to the floor.)
"George… Fred…" Hermione whispered.
"Don't you mean Forge and Gred?"
The twins were met by the annoyed stare of Hermione. (That stare is actually quite famous) "Someone has found out what we are doing, we need to talk to him, immediately."
"And who is this Someone, Miss Granger?" said Fred in a silly reporters voice.
"Seamus Finnigan…" Hermione whispered.
"Ooh, he might kill us!" George said in mock horror.
"This is serious, you two." Hermione scolded.
"OK, OK. So shall we do that now?" they both said a little more seriously.
"Uh... huh…" agreed Harry with a yawn.
They both turned around, to the intrigued stare of Ginny Weasley.
"Uh… oh… not… again…" yawned Harry. The rest of them were expressing exactly what Harry was saying.
Almost whacking her transfiguration book flying at the sight of Harry, once again, she asked them what they were talking about.
"Well, err…" Hermione stammered, glaring at the others with a "HELP" look.
"We don't know!" exclaimed Ron, earning many strange looks from Harry, Hermione, Fred and George, and many angry stares from the fellow Griffindors.
"Well now Ron, that was believable." Fred said sarcastically, elbowing Ron.
"Well, we err… weareplayingpranksonsnape" blurted Ron.
"Thanks, Ron…" Hermione muttered sarcastically.
"Can I help??" asked Ginny, pleading in her eyes. "Are you the ones who did all those pranks on Snape… the posters, and everything?"
"Well… yeah, I guess so…" muttered Ron, looking at Fred, George, Harry and Hermione, they all nodded.
"She already knows, I guess…" yawned Harry.
And with that, Ginny leapt up and hugged them all, much to their surprise.
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They all walked over to where Seamus was sitting at the lunch table.
He looked up, a look of surprise on his face.
"Could we have a word with you please, Seamus?" Hermione asked.
Seamus got up from the table, to strange stares from his friends with looks of "Why's she want to talk to you?"
The six hurried Seamus over to the entrance hall, out of earshot of everyone who was eating.
"What is it?" Seamus asked.
"We know that you know about the pranks on Professor Snape…" blurted Ron, to much elbows coming his way from Hermione. ("Ouch!")
"You what?"
"Uh oh…" said Ron. "You don't know?"
"Not at all! Good on you! Can I help?" blurted Seamus, and was replied to by Ron's loud swearing.
"Well, he knows already…" Fred said.
"Too True my Twin." George replied jokingly.
"Well…" said Hermione considering. "Okay… okay!"
It was all too much for Seamus, it appeared, as he was jumping for joy at the opportunity to get Snape back for his sneering.
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"We've got some more!!" said Fred.
"Yes we do!" called George.
The rest of the prank gang looked up. "What?" they said in unison.
"MORE PRANKS!" they both said gleefully. And with that, they explained it all.
"Inspired by your tiredness Harry, we're going to put this potion into his drink so he gets no sleep whatsoever!" grinned George, holding up a purple bottle holding liquid that looked like floating moons and stars.
"Also, we're going to slip this potion into his drink to get him to tell the truth for five days." Said Fred, holding up yet another bottle, this time green, which held a silvery, misty liquid.
"After that, we're going to be pulling this on him!" George held up a little pair of mini shower curtains, that looked like they belonged to a barbie doll. "He'll have to walk around all week with this on his head because he can't get it off!"
"We spelled it especially for him." Said Fred affectionately, batting his eyelids. (Much to the freaked-outness of the rest of the prank gang).
"And for the grande finale!" said Fred, drumming the table with his hands, whilst George produced a little brown packet from his bag of pranks. It looked much less amazing than the rest of the mysterious items.
"This is supposed to look bad – it's supposed to blend in you know…" explained Fred.
"It holds mini bludgers! Oh, and a few beaters bats." George exclaimed.
"It's Fantastic, it's Annoying, It's… a mini Quidditch game, containing of only the beaters and the bludgers. What else could you want?" said Fred, in a very 'I'm on a commercial advertising the newest toy' kind of voice.
George petted the packet. "These little things will follow him around all day, he'll have them propelling at his hand! Then, he'll have to try and bat them off with his other hand! This should be very funny!" George voiced gleefully.
Ron grinned, and so did the others. "Fantastic!"
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A/N: I know, there is no such word as 'freaked-outness' but it so fitted! ( I hope you liked this chapter… A few of you, if they are mega smart with inferences, might have guessed that Harry's tiredness was inspired by… my own! (Yawns)
Every time I typed the word, yawn, I yawned… just made meself yawn… there I went again! (Yawns)… I think I'm going to stop typing now… CIAO! ARIVI DERCHI! SAYOUNARA! SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!
Chapter 12
By Fizzyglitter.
A/N: I hope you like this chapter ( It should be good.
I've made another chapter to my first fanfic, Why Voldemort Was After Harry Potter. Just thought you'd all like an update. I'm thinking of doing a few sequels of the first chapter thingy to that story… a series.
If this chapter is a bit odd, I'd like to let you know that I only woke up say… I don't remember. But it wasn't long ago… (yawns) so never mind me ^_^;;
D/C: Are you sure you think I own the Harry Potter books? Because, you know, I don't…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry woke up that morning, fairly bedraggled, and extremely tired. Why did they have to wake up so early for school? Why did it have to be compulsory?
He stumbled down the marble staircase to the Entrance Hall, to get his breakfast.
Yawning, he sat down at the table. Seamus was looking at them suspiciously, Harry, Ron and Hermione found it rather disturbing.
Although, Harry had to get something off his chest.
"Ron… 'oo din' coveh dee woof wiff igh of noot, did yoo?" he mumbled with his mouth full.
"Harry… don't talk with your mouth full. It's not good manners."
"Zorry 'ermione." He yawned. "Well, did you?"
"No! Darn Snape, he must have done that just to keep you there all night. And fancy another detention with Snape tonight… I pity you Harry." He patted him on the shoulder.
*~*~*~*~*
By the end of the day, Harry was cursing Snape, wishing he'd been in the grave years ago, before he could go to Hogwarts.
"Why did Pwofessor Dombledore haff to hiyer him…" yawned Harry.
"What?" asked Ron.
"He said: 'Why did Professor Dumbledore have to hire him'" explained Hermione.
"Oh. Well… I don't know. He is a bit mad…"
"I agree on that one, Ron…"
They stumbled up the steps to the common room. They had quite a full day, and Harry hadn't had any time to catch up on his sleep.
As they clambered into the common room, ("Neffels wos neva neh –" he yawned, "ver Nerdy…") they saw Ginny, Fred and George playing exploding snap, to many annoyed stares of the other Griffindors. Many of them, grumpily, doing homework.
Walking over to them, the three took Fred and George aside, much to the interest of Ginny. (When they had come over with Harry in tired tow, she had almost knocked her transfiguration book to the floor.)
"George… Fred…" Hermione whispered.
"Don't you mean Forge and Gred?"
The twins were met by the annoyed stare of Hermione. (That stare is actually quite famous) "Someone has found out what we are doing, we need to talk to him, immediately."
"And who is this Someone, Miss Granger?" said Fred in a silly reporters voice.
"Seamus Finnigan…" Hermione whispered.
"Ooh, he might kill us!" George said in mock horror.
"This is serious, you two." Hermione scolded.
"OK, OK. So shall we do that now?" they both said a little more seriously.
"Uh... huh…" agreed Harry with a yawn.
They both turned around, to the intrigued stare of Ginny Weasley.
"Uh… oh… not… again…" yawned Harry. The rest of them were expressing exactly what Harry was saying.
Almost whacking her transfiguration book flying at the sight of Harry, once again, she asked them what they were talking about.
"Well, err…" Hermione stammered, glaring at the others with a "HELP" look.
"We don't know!" exclaimed Ron, earning many strange looks from Harry, Hermione, Fred and George, and many angry stares from the fellow Griffindors.
"Well now Ron, that was believable." Fred said sarcastically, elbowing Ron.
"Well, we err… weareplayingpranksonsnape" blurted Ron.
"Thanks, Ron…" Hermione muttered sarcastically.
"Can I help??" asked Ginny, pleading in her eyes. "Are you the ones who did all those pranks on Snape… the posters, and everything?"
"Well… yeah, I guess so…" muttered Ron, looking at Fred, George, Harry and Hermione, they all nodded.
"She already knows, I guess…" yawned Harry.
And with that, Ginny leapt up and hugged them all, much to their surprise.
*~*~*~*~*
They all walked over to where Seamus was sitting at the lunch table.
He looked up, a look of surprise on his face.
"Could we have a word with you please, Seamus?" Hermione asked.
Seamus got up from the table, to strange stares from his friends with looks of "Why's she want to talk to you?"
The six hurried Seamus over to the entrance hall, out of earshot of everyone who was eating.
"What is it?" Seamus asked.
"We know that you know about the pranks on Professor Snape…" blurted Ron, to much elbows coming his way from Hermione. ("Ouch!")
"You what?"
"Uh oh…" said Ron. "You don't know?"
"Not at all! Good on you! Can I help?" blurted Seamus, and was replied to by Ron's loud swearing.
"Well, he knows already…" Fred said.
"Too True my Twin." George replied jokingly.
"Well…" said Hermione considering. "Okay… okay!"
It was all too much for Seamus, it appeared, as he was jumping for joy at the opportunity to get Snape back for his sneering.
*~*~*~*~*
"We've got some more!!" said Fred.
"Yes we do!" called George.
The rest of the prank gang looked up. "What?" they said in unison.
"MORE PRANKS!" they both said gleefully. And with that, they explained it all.
"Inspired by your tiredness Harry, we're going to put this potion into his drink so he gets no sleep whatsoever!" grinned George, holding up a purple bottle holding liquid that looked like floating moons and stars.
"Also, we're going to slip this potion into his drink to get him to tell the truth for five days." Said Fred, holding up yet another bottle, this time green, which held a silvery, misty liquid.
"After that, we're going to be pulling this on him!" George held up a little pair of mini shower curtains, that looked like they belonged to a barbie doll. "He'll have to walk around all week with this on his head because he can't get it off!"
"We spelled it especially for him." Said Fred affectionately, batting his eyelids. (Much to the freaked-outness of the rest of the prank gang).
"And for the grande finale!" said Fred, drumming the table with his hands, whilst George produced a little brown packet from his bag of pranks. It looked much less amazing than the rest of the mysterious items.
"This is supposed to look bad – it's supposed to blend in you know…" explained Fred.
"It holds mini bludgers! Oh, and a few beaters bats." George exclaimed.
"It's Fantastic, it's Annoying, It's… a mini Quidditch game, containing of only the beaters and the bludgers. What else could you want?" said Fred, in a very 'I'm on a commercial advertising the newest toy' kind of voice.
George petted the packet. "These little things will follow him around all day, he'll have them propelling at his hand! Then, he'll have to try and bat them off with his other hand! This should be very funny!" George voiced gleefully.
Ron grinned, and so did the others. "Fantastic!"
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A/N: I know, there is no such word as 'freaked-outness' but it so fitted! ( I hope you liked this chapter… A few of you, if they are mega smart with inferences, might have guessed that Harry's tiredness was inspired by… my own! (Yawns)
Every time I typed the word, yawn, I yawned… just made meself yawn… there I went again! (Yawns)… I think I'm going to stop typing now… CIAO! ARIVI DERCHI! SAYOUNARA! SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!