1 The Pranks on Professor Snape
Chapter 13 (unlucky number there…)
By Fizzyglitter
A/N: OK… I'm very superstitious… number 13. But I guess it can't turn out any worse than me BEING thirteen…
So, the story ahead. I'm going to make stuff happen in this interesting chapter. I haven't had any pranks in the happening for two chapters, so this is going to make it ALL up to you… and I think I'm going to add a twist. Maybe an unpleasant one… actually, it's most likely. (I'm getting bored of the storyline. It's not getting very exciting… it's only prank, after prank, after prank…)
So, many hopes you'll enjoy this chapter.
D/C: Come on you know I'm not really JK Rowling. (Well, I'm not) and if you think I am, you need some help telling fact from fiction.
~*ON WITH THE SHOW*~
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Snape was very tired. Lately, he hadn't been getting hardly any sleep, and he had no idea why. What he'd resolved to do, was drink some pumpkin juice whenever he woke up.
Although for some reason, since he'd been getting hardly any sleep already, it turned to him getting actually... no sleep.
He tossed and turned in his bed, yawning, and threatening inside his head to curse himself in a sort of 'kill-me-now' plea. But he didn't have the guts to kill himself just yet. He wanted to try and get to sleep one last time.
*~*
~Half an hour later~
Snape resolved to get out of bed, he'd given up. Single very last straw.
I'm never, ever drinking pumpkin juice, ever again. NEVER.
He paced his dungeon, and without another thought he got dressed and decided to pace the school, to look out for insubordinate children out of bed. He needed to give someone detention, otherwise he'd crack.
*~*
Grumbling, Snape sat down in his chair, which was in his private dungeon where he slept – or, more aptly put – tried to sleep.
I have never had insomnia before… this can't be right… I have to get to sleep, otherwise I won't be able to teach class and I'd have to go to Poppy's… this is not good.
He sat up, and looked himself in the mirror.
1.1 Have. I have to get to sleep… wait a second… I must be seeing things…
If you were not Snape at the time, and you were spying at him from a cupboard, you'd be stifling laughter so as not to be noticed. The reason for this laughter was probably the shower curtain attached to the top of his head, like it was always meant to be there.
Snape looked wide eyed at his reflection, touching the top of his head where the shower curtain came to rest.
"THAT. IS. THE. FINAL. STRAW!"
Snape turned to his spellbook, panicking.
This is not good. Nobody can see me like this – I can't even to go Poppy's… if somebody sees me like this, they're going to be laughing about it for weeks… but then again, it's not as if they're laughing about those posters on the walls anyway!
He slammed the book shut. With that, he sauntered out of his dungeon to Madame Pomfrey's.
*~*
Madame Pomfrey covered a smile as she looked Snape over.
"My, my, my… you are a mess aren't you? I'm starting to wonder if you haven't got prankster assassins after you!"
Snape looked away from her, anywhere but her smiling face. He was so humiliated. He had to get the… pranksters… who had done this to him.
And that was his day's resolution.
*~*
Madame Pomfrey hadn't been able to get the shower curtain off his head, so that day he had to walk around looking like some kind of deformed bathroom.
The other pranks didn't help.
Rumours were going around the school that Professor Snape had picked up a little parcel, opened it, and little bludgers started to zoom around his head, hitting him on the nose with every circuit. The students found it especially funny when they went through his shower curtains and he tried to hit them out with his mini beaters' bats, but hit himself instead.
The source of rumours was unknown, but the source was a smart one, or, they just liked to state the obvious – the other rumour was that Snape had to tell the truth every time somebody asked him a question. He was a great help to the kids in the classes he didn't like. Every time they asked for help with this or that potion, he told them the right instructions. Instead of saying something like "find it out for yourself, but then again, you're not smart enough to do something like that, are you?" or he wouldn't make horrible comments, like "Well, you should have added this before that. Oh, and why is your potion purple?"
Although the downside to all this was that he was giving almost everyone detention. The pranksters managed to get out of it though. Which very much relieved them all.
*~*
"I am wondering why I am saying this… but I somehow feel sorry for Snape."
"I know what you mean…" muttered Harry to Hermione.
"Well, I don't!" Ron said cheerfully, as he concentrated on stacking another card on his card tower, made with exploding snap – very unpredictable.
The other two glared at him, and he shrank back in his chair.
"I think we should stop the pranks" Hermione said abruptly after a stretched out silence.
"WHAT?" Ron said, outraged.
"Well, I think we should. I mean, he isn't that bad…"
"Easy for you to say!" Ron exclaimed.
"I think she's right, Ron…" Harry muttered.
"Wait 'til Fred, George, Ginny and Seamus find out this… the'll be as outraged as I am!"
*~*
"I think you're right Hermione… nobody deserves this kind of torture. Plus, all five of you have already given the whole school something to talk about for at least fifty years, you've stained his reputation and well… you know… that's pretty much it…" Ginny nodded.
Fred looked like he'd gone into some sort of coma, and George looked like he was going to keel over at the drop of a hat. Both brothers had their mouths open wide, looking horrified.
"Oh, don't you worry Fred, George. You can do whatever you like with pranks… but we may not be joining in" Hermione said, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny nodded… Ron, a little too vigorously.
The six went off to tell Seamus.
Seamus' reaction was ok. He didn't look as horrified as Ron, Fred or George. But he did look slightly disappointed.
*~*
"Severus, you know you shouldn't make false accusations!" Professor Mcgonagalls' (Sp?) lips were in a very, very thin line… complimented by her trademark stern look.
"I really do think they did it!" he exclaimed.
"Severus… I really do think you should visit Madame Pomfrey and get that ridiculous thing off your head… and do you realise that those bludgers should be un-hexed? I think Poppy has that job as well… shoo"
"Minerva – "
"Go. And you look like you need some rest."
Snape gave up. Worn out, he walked to Madame Pomfrey's to get some help with his shower curtain.
*~*
And what would be the conclusion to this amusing tale?
The seven lived happily ever after, and told a few others of their previous plans.
The others the told laughed at the previous tale.
And others followed their reputation.
As the pranksters of the next generation.
(A/n turnover)
So I hope you've enjoyed this interesting chapter,
Of the abilities of the famous three.
And would you do a favour to me?
And read my other stories four
So I can continue with other fictions more.
I'm quite sure 13 had an influence on this chapter,
No matter if you think that it was me which was the matter.
I really do promise I'm not the mad hatter…
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A/N: Ok… the mad hatter bit rhymed okay?
No idea why I wrote the poem bit… but it fitted there…. Okaaaaay?
*Laughs* Ok, what was I saying?
If you think I should do a sequel… feel free to review…
I'm very sad to end this amusing story… it has given me a lot of feedback.
You know, I may do a sequel! I really do think I should… hmm…
Ooh, and do me a favour, will you, and write me a few reviews? You know, it's just that little button in the corner…
Just check back on my profile to check for the sequel. It'll be there after I write the story on 'hogwarts choose your own' where you get to choose your own way through hogwarts.
– hey, it'll appear somewhere on ff.net soon so keep a watch out!
- FizzyglitteR -
Chapter 13 (unlucky number there…)
By Fizzyglitter
A/N: OK… I'm very superstitious… number 13. But I guess it can't turn out any worse than me BEING thirteen…
So, the story ahead. I'm going to make stuff happen in this interesting chapter. I haven't had any pranks in the happening for two chapters, so this is going to make it ALL up to you… and I think I'm going to add a twist. Maybe an unpleasant one… actually, it's most likely. (I'm getting bored of the storyline. It's not getting very exciting… it's only prank, after prank, after prank…)
So, many hopes you'll enjoy this chapter.
D/C: Come on you know I'm not really JK Rowling. (Well, I'm not) and if you think I am, you need some help telling fact from fiction.
~*ON WITH THE SHOW*~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Snape was very tired. Lately, he hadn't been getting hardly any sleep, and he had no idea why. What he'd resolved to do, was drink some pumpkin juice whenever he woke up.
Although for some reason, since he'd been getting hardly any sleep already, it turned to him getting actually... no sleep.
He tossed and turned in his bed, yawning, and threatening inside his head to curse himself in a sort of 'kill-me-now' plea. But he didn't have the guts to kill himself just yet. He wanted to try and get to sleep one last time.
*~*
~Half an hour later~
Snape resolved to get out of bed, he'd given up. Single very last straw.
I'm never, ever drinking pumpkin juice, ever again. NEVER.
He paced his dungeon, and without another thought he got dressed and decided to pace the school, to look out for insubordinate children out of bed. He needed to give someone detention, otherwise he'd crack.
*~*
Grumbling, Snape sat down in his chair, which was in his private dungeon where he slept – or, more aptly put – tried to sleep.
I have never had insomnia before… this can't be right… I have to get to sleep, otherwise I won't be able to teach class and I'd have to go to Poppy's… this is not good.
He sat up, and looked himself in the mirror.
1.1 Have. I have to get to sleep… wait a second… I must be seeing things…
If you were not Snape at the time, and you were spying at him from a cupboard, you'd be stifling laughter so as not to be noticed. The reason for this laughter was probably the shower curtain attached to the top of his head, like it was always meant to be there.
Snape looked wide eyed at his reflection, touching the top of his head where the shower curtain came to rest.
"THAT. IS. THE. FINAL. STRAW!"
Snape turned to his spellbook, panicking.
This is not good. Nobody can see me like this – I can't even to go Poppy's… if somebody sees me like this, they're going to be laughing about it for weeks… but then again, it's not as if they're laughing about those posters on the walls anyway!
He slammed the book shut. With that, he sauntered out of his dungeon to Madame Pomfrey's.
*~*
Madame Pomfrey covered a smile as she looked Snape over.
"My, my, my… you are a mess aren't you? I'm starting to wonder if you haven't got prankster assassins after you!"
Snape looked away from her, anywhere but her smiling face. He was so humiliated. He had to get the… pranksters… who had done this to him.
And that was his day's resolution.
*~*
Madame Pomfrey hadn't been able to get the shower curtain off his head, so that day he had to walk around looking like some kind of deformed bathroom.
The other pranks didn't help.
Rumours were going around the school that Professor Snape had picked up a little parcel, opened it, and little bludgers started to zoom around his head, hitting him on the nose with every circuit. The students found it especially funny when they went through his shower curtains and he tried to hit them out with his mini beaters' bats, but hit himself instead.
The source of rumours was unknown, but the source was a smart one, or, they just liked to state the obvious – the other rumour was that Snape had to tell the truth every time somebody asked him a question. He was a great help to the kids in the classes he didn't like. Every time they asked for help with this or that potion, he told them the right instructions. Instead of saying something like "find it out for yourself, but then again, you're not smart enough to do something like that, are you?" or he wouldn't make horrible comments, like "Well, you should have added this before that. Oh, and why is your potion purple?"
Although the downside to all this was that he was giving almost everyone detention. The pranksters managed to get out of it though. Which very much relieved them all.
*~*
"I am wondering why I am saying this… but I somehow feel sorry for Snape."
"I know what you mean…" muttered Harry to Hermione.
"Well, I don't!" Ron said cheerfully, as he concentrated on stacking another card on his card tower, made with exploding snap – very unpredictable.
The other two glared at him, and he shrank back in his chair.
"I think we should stop the pranks" Hermione said abruptly after a stretched out silence.
"WHAT?" Ron said, outraged.
"Well, I think we should. I mean, he isn't that bad…"
"Easy for you to say!" Ron exclaimed.
"I think she's right, Ron…" Harry muttered.
"Wait 'til Fred, George, Ginny and Seamus find out this… the'll be as outraged as I am!"
*~*
"I think you're right Hermione… nobody deserves this kind of torture. Plus, all five of you have already given the whole school something to talk about for at least fifty years, you've stained his reputation and well… you know… that's pretty much it…" Ginny nodded.
Fred looked like he'd gone into some sort of coma, and George looked like he was going to keel over at the drop of a hat. Both brothers had their mouths open wide, looking horrified.
"Oh, don't you worry Fred, George. You can do whatever you like with pranks… but we may not be joining in" Hermione said, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny nodded… Ron, a little too vigorously.
The six went off to tell Seamus.
Seamus' reaction was ok. He didn't look as horrified as Ron, Fred or George. But he did look slightly disappointed.
*~*
"Severus, you know you shouldn't make false accusations!" Professor Mcgonagalls' (Sp?) lips were in a very, very thin line… complimented by her trademark stern look.
"I really do think they did it!" he exclaimed.
"Severus… I really do think you should visit Madame Pomfrey and get that ridiculous thing off your head… and do you realise that those bludgers should be un-hexed? I think Poppy has that job as well… shoo"
"Minerva – "
"Go. And you look like you need some rest."
Snape gave up. Worn out, he walked to Madame Pomfrey's to get some help with his shower curtain.
*~*
And what would be the conclusion to this amusing tale?
The seven lived happily ever after, and told a few others of their previous plans.
The others the told laughed at the previous tale.
And others followed their reputation.
As the pranksters of the next generation.
(A/n turnover)
So I hope you've enjoyed this interesting chapter,
Of the abilities of the famous three.
And would you do a favour to me?
And read my other stories four
So I can continue with other fictions more.
I'm quite sure 13 had an influence on this chapter,
No matter if you think that it was me which was the matter.
I really do promise I'm not the mad hatter…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Ok… the mad hatter bit rhymed okay?
No idea why I wrote the poem bit… but it fitted there…. Okaaaaay?
*Laughs* Ok, what was I saying?
If you think I should do a sequel… feel free to review…
I'm very sad to end this amusing story… it has given me a lot of feedback.
You know, I may do a sequel! I really do think I should… hmm…
Ooh, and do me a favour, will you, and write me a few reviews? You know, it's just that little button in the corner…
Just check back on my profile to check for the sequel. It'll be there after I write the story on 'hogwarts choose your own' where you get to choose your own way through hogwarts.
– hey, it'll appear somewhere on ff.net soon so keep a watch out!
- FizzyglitteR -