Severus slowly regained consciousness and was in the worst mood he could
ever hope to be in. Ginny was staring sheepishly at him; everyone else
looked as though they had been placed under the Body-Bind curse. Quickly,
upon seeing him awake and as angry as ever, they averted their gaze to
various places on the ceiling. Harry asked a question.
"Are we continuing with the game?" Dumbledore smiled.
"It is Professor Snape's choice." He said, eyes losing their twinkle as they came to rest on said Professor Snape.
*There. God dammit, it's down to me again! Why can't the old fag make his own choices? Why leave it to me?* Severus thought angrily to himself.
"Fine! We continue, but if anyone comes up with anymore wise-cracks concerning myself or anything to do with me, I will not take responsibility for my actions, do you hear?" He snarled at them grouchily.
"Fair enough, Severus. Miss Weasley, it is your turn." Dumbledore said, eye twinkle back in action.
"Um. ok then. Harry, truth or dare?" Ginny asked. Harry thought awhile. People had been too cautious ever since Professor Snape's accident with the stroganoff. He needed to liven things up a bit.
"Dare. I'm a daring guy." He said.
"All right, but you're going to wish you hadn't done that. I dare you to dig to Australia." Ginny said. On seeing the multiple disbelieving glances at her, she added. "It was the only thing I could think of."
Harry stared at her.
"What are you on, exactly, hiatus?" He asked. "Dig to Auzzie? WITHOUT MAGIC?"
"Without magic." Ginny confirmed. Harry caught the eye of Severus, who looked very pleased. Indeed, he was almost laughing, which in itself was a disturbing thought. He sighed to himself, jotted down his will, which he gave to Dumbedore just in case he died on the way and set off.
Five hours later, he came back inside, covered in mud and grinning like he had struck gold to find that everyone had gone to sleep.
"Hey! Wake up! I did my dare!" He shouted, shaking the students hard. He then shook Severus, who woke up in an instant, deducted 60 points from Gryffindor for shaking him, the almighty Professor Severus Snape, gave him a detention for disrespecting a teacher and woke the other teachers up.
"Potter seems t have done his dare." He told them bad tempered-ly. As I said somewhere before in this fic, he was not a morning person.
"I found an interesting specimen in Australia." Harry told them excitedly. "I found a Kangaroo which the natives called 'Bralalaloooo'. They kept chanting his name over and over while dancing around a fire and a big cauldron with enormous knives. I think it was some sort of ritual, maybe a religious sacrificial ritual. Well, all the Kangaroos there seemed bored. None of them was bored enough to be doing what Bralalaloooo was doing. Exactly what that was, you don't want to know."
"Yes, we do." Said Ron.
"You know that rude word that sounds like 'Banker' but begins with 'W'? Well, Bralalaloooo was 'banking.'" Harry told them, all the while inching away from Severus. Wisely, because Severus, as such of the very bad day he was having, deducted more points from Gryffindor.
"Well, anyway. Professor Dumbledore, truth or dare?"
"Truth. I've seen the dares that you people think up."
"What is the most inventive prank you've pulled on anyone?" Harry asked, grinning
"Oh, for God's sake, Albus, don't give them ideas!" Professor McGonagall said in exasperation. Dumbledore smiled at her, but ignored the comment.
"Well, when Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape first came to teach here, Professor Quirrell, who was un-corrupted and still alive, and Professor Flitwick dared me to play a prank on the newbies."
Professor Snape shot a glare that would petrify a basilisk at Professor Flitwick, who flinched, quailed and waved nervously, being the only one of the two left alive.
"I took into consideration that Professor McGonagall had taught Professor Snape while he was at school, then taken a leave for a few years. That meant they knew each other well. Being the respective heads of rivalling houses, and Professor Snape having been in Slytherin as Professor McGonagall being the head of Gryffindor, they seemed to have a slight grudge against each other. Indeed, that is why Professor Snape is so mean to Gryffindors, but that is a different story. Anyway, it seemed impossible that the two of them would speak to each other, let alone work together. So, to do a prank and stop any potential conflict, I slipped a certain Potion capsule into their ale in the morning."
Both teachers stood quickly up, their eyes holding emotions darker than hell which, would not only petrify a basilisk, send it screaming to live with the roosters for evermore, trying to persuade them to crow so it could die.
"That was YOU?" They both screamed at him. The other teachers wrestled them back into their chairs and restrained them so Dumbledore could continue with no fear of being murdered by avenging Professors.
"Professor Snape always has liked ale, and drained his. Er. Professor McGonagall drained hers as well."
"What did the capsules do, Professor?" asked Hermione eagerly.
"Tell them and die, Albus." Threatened Severus, who was still pinned down in his chair. McGonagall struggled like a mad woman.
"I fear my life would be in danger if I told you, Miss Granger. However, both would be sent to Azkaban if they killed me, so." He paused. Both Snape and McGonagall looked like they would risk being sent to Azkaban to live with the Dementors if it would keep the story secret.
"Albus." Said McGonagall in a dangerously calm voice. "Albus, I'm warning you. If you breathe ONE WORD of that little bygone incident, then I will personally poison you."
"The capsule," said Dumbledore, ignoring her and the threat that put his life in danger, "made Severus and Minerva develop certain. feelings. towards each other"
"Really?" asked Ron, trying hard not to laugh at the mental image of Snape and McGonagall sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Or, maybe worse than kissing. Oh, well.
"Lets just say that no one saw them until the weekend." Concluded Dumbledore. There was a sudden uproar. Sevreus had managed to throw Flitwick off him and had jumped out of his seat, holding his wand in a very threatening position towards Dumbledore. McGonagall had kicked Lockhart, who was restraining her, where no man should be kicked and was busy hexing the other teachers. She had given Sybil Trelawney such a hairstyle that she now looked like Satan with a perm. Dumbledore started laughing.
"Give me a reason, and I swear I will Albus." Growled Severus. Then, seeing Dumbledore doubled over in fits of glee, he asked "What?!"
"You're - you're holding the wand. backwards." gasped Dumbledore in between fits of hysterical laughter. Severus looked at his wand and turned it the right way round.
"Oops"
The teachers who had recovered or had not been hexed in the first place jumped on Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall and managed o take away their wands, disallowing them to do magic. A violent fistfight started out as a result, between Severus and the other teachers. Minerva dropped out The berserk rage had left her Severus, however, was always in a berserk rage. This just made it worse.
Order was forcefully reinstalled. So forcefully that Ministry members had to come down on their brooms and ask everyone to be quiet, as some people in Cornwall were complaining about the noise. Snape was left with a lot of blood flowing from numerous cuts on his face, some of them deep and serious (I think Lockhart had Godric's sword with him for some reason or another) but Lockhart, Flitwick and Trelawney had to be rushed into casualty at St. Mungo's. However, once they had departed, Ron Weasley was found whispering into Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore chuckled.
"I am afraid I ca't do that, Mr. Weasley. Severus and Minerva would probably skin me alive if I mentioned it."
"Too damn right." Snarled Snape, trying unsuccessfully to staunch the blood flow from a wound above his left eye with a bit ripped off Harry's robes (Gained, but with protest, of course. What, you think Harry wouldn't protest if someone ripped a bit off his clothes, huh? I sure would.)
"But I have the other teachers, the ones who Minerva has NOT hexed to protect me, so. yes, I will give it a try."
A tic was going in McGonagall's cheek. Severus was looking wildly around to see where Flitwiack had hidden his wand.
"Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore asked, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Said McGonagall, not without reproach.
"Ah. Good. This makes things a whole lot easier." Said Dumbledore cheerfully. Minerva began to get a very bad feeling about this.
"Minerva, could you kindly enlighten us on what happened between you and Professor Snape in the period after the capsule was slipped into your drink but before the weekend?" Dumbledore asked, inching away from Severus and checking his wand was near enough to his hand.
He was right to do so, as Severus lost it completely.
"I. Have. You. For. An. Employer. And. You. Are. Supposed. To. Be. Sensible. But. You. Are. As BAD AS THE FRIGGIN' STUDENTS!!!" The highly pissed potions master yelled, launching himself at Dumbledore. Professor Sinistra, who was passing by, took a serum and applied it somehow to Professor Snape, who calmed down within an instant and slid to the floor. Seeing that her job was done, she ran off.
"Thank God for the holidays." She was heard to mutter.
Professor Snape was barely conscious in some sort of drugged stupor, so it was decided that he could hear but couldn't react or murder anyone. Thank Lucifer for handy serums that people happen to carry around in their back pockets, eh?
That means another chapter ends because of Severus. It also means, because of Severus, that you will have to wait until the next chapter to find out what happened between Snape and McGonagall. Gawd, everything happens to Professor Snape, doesn't it? *Whistles guiltily*
"Are we continuing with the game?" Dumbledore smiled.
"It is Professor Snape's choice." He said, eyes losing their twinkle as they came to rest on said Professor Snape.
*There. God dammit, it's down to me again! Why can't the old fag make his own choices? Why leave it to me?* Severus thought angrily to himself.
"Fine! We continue, but if anyone comes up with anymore wise-cracks concerning myself or anything to do with me, I will not take responsibility for my actions, do you hear?" He snarled at them grouchily.
"Fair enough, Severus. Miss Weasley, it is your turn." Dumbledore said, eye twinkle back in action.
"Um. ok then. Harry, truth or dare?" Ginny asked. Harry thought awhile. People had been too cautious ever since Professor Snape's accident with the stroganoff. He needed to liven things up a bit.
"Dare. I'm a daring guy." He said.
"All right, but you're going to wish you hadn't done that. I dare you to dig to Australia." Ginny said. On seeing the multiple disbelieving glances at her, she added. "It was the only thing I could think of."
Harry stared at her.
"What are you on, exactly, hiatus?" He asked. "Dig to Auzzie? WITHOUT MAGIC?"
"Without magic." Ginny confirmed. Harry caught the eye of Severus, who looked very pleased. Indeed, he was almost laughing, which in itself was a disturbing thought. He sighed to himself, jotted down his will, which he gave to Dumbedore just in case he died on the way and set off.
Five hours later, he came back inside, covered in mud and grinning like he had struck gold to find that everyone had gone to sleep.
"Hey! Wake up! I did my dare!" He shouted, shaking the students hard. He then shook Severus, who woke up in an instant, deducted 60 points from Gryffindor for shaking him, the almighty Professor Severus Snape, gave him a detention for disrespecting a teacher and woke the other teachers up.
"Potter seems t have done his dare." He told them bad tempered-ly. As I said somewhere before in this fic, he was not a morning person.
"I found an interesting specimen in Australia." Harry told them excitedly. "I found a Kangaroo which the natives called 'Bralalaloooo'. They kept chanting his name over and over while dancing around a fire and a big cauldron with enormous knives. I think it was some sort of ritual, maybe a religious sacrificial ritual. Well, all the Kangaroos there seemed bored. None of them was bored enough to be doing what Bralalaloooo was doing. Exactly what that was, you don't want to know."
"Yes, we do." Said Ron.
"You know that rude word that sounds like 'Banker' but begins with 'W'? Well, Bralalaloooo was 'banking.'" Harry told them, all the while inching away from Severus. Wisely, because Severus, as such of the very bad day he was having, deducted more points from Gryffindor.
"Well, anyway. Professor Dumbledore, truth or dare?"
"Truth. I've seen the dares that you people think up."
"What is the most inventive prank you've pulled on anyone?" Harry asked, grinning
"Oh, for God's sake, Albus, don't give them ideas!" Professor McGonagall said in exasperation. Dumbledore smiled at her, but ignored the comment.
"Well, when Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape first came to teach here, Professor Quirrell, who was un-corrupted and still alive, and Professor Flitwick dared me to play a prank on the newbies."
Professor Snape shot a glare that would petrify a basilisk at Professor Flitwick, who flinched, quailed and waved nervously, being the only one of the two left alive.
"I took into consideration that Professor McGonagall had taught Professor Snape while he was at school, then taken a leave for a few years. That meant they knew each other well. Being the respective heads of rivalling houses, and Professor Snape having been in Slytherin as Professor McGonagall being the head of Gryffindor, they seemed to have a slight grudge against each other. Indeed, that is why Professor Snape is so mean to Gryffindors, but that is a different story. Anyway, it seemed impossible that the two of them would speak to each other, let alone work together. So, to do a prank and stop any potential conflict, I slipped a certain Potion capsule into their ale in the morning."
Both teachers stood quickly up, their eyes holding emotions darker than hell which, would not only petrify a basilisk, send it screaming to live with the roosters for evermore, trying to persuade them to crow so it could die.
"That was YOU?" They both screamed at him. The other teachers wrestled them back into their chairs and restrained them so Dumbledore could continue with no fear of being murdered by avenging Professors.
"Professor Snape always has liked ale, and drained his. Er. Professor McGonagall drained hers as well."
"What did the capsules do, Professor?" asked Hermione eagerly.
"Tell them and die, Albus." Threatened Severus, who was still pinned down in his chair. McGonagall struggled like a mad woman.
"I fear my life would be in danger if I told you, Miss Granger. However, both would be sent to Azkaban if they killed me, so." He paused. Both Snape and McGonagall looked like they would risk being sent to Azkaban to live with the Dementors if it would keep the story secret.
"Albus." Said McGonagall in a dangerously calm voice. "Albus, I'm warning you. If you breathe ONE WORD of that little bygone incident, then I will personally poison you."
"The capsule," said Dumbledore, ignoring her and the threat that put his life in danger, "made Severus and Minerva develop certain. feelings. towards each other"
"Really?" asked Ron, trying hard not to laugh at the mental image of Snape and McGonagall sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Or, maybe worse than kissing. Oh, well.
"Lets just say that no one saw them until the weekend." Concluded Dumbledore. There was a sudden uproar. Sevreus had managed to throw Flitwick off him and had jumped out of his seat, holding his wand in a very threatening position towards Dumbledore. McGonagall had kicked Lockhart, who was restraining her, where no man should be kicked and was busy hexing the other teachers. She had given Sybil Trelawney such a hairstyle that she now looked like Satan with a perm. Dumbledore started laughing.
"Give me a reason, and I swear I will Albus." Growled Severus. Then, seeing Dumbledore doubled over in fits of glee, he asked "What?!"
"You're - you're holding the wand. backwards." gasped Dumbledore in between fits of hysterical laughter. Severus looked at his wand and turned it the right way round.
"Oops"
The teachers who had recovered or had not been hexed in the first place jumped on Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall and managed o take away their wands, disallowing them to do magic. A violent fistfight started out as a result, between Severus and the other teachers. Minerva dropped out The berserk rage had left her Severus, however, was always in a berserk rage. This just made it worse.
Order was forcefully reinstalled. So forcefully that Ministry members had to come down on their brooms and ask everyone to be quiet, as some people in Cornwall were complaining about the noise. Snape was left with a lot of blood flowing from numerous cuts on his face, some of them deep and serious (I think Lockhart had Godric's sword with him for some reason or another) but Lockhart, Flitwick and Trelawney had to be rushed into casualty at St. Mungo's. However, once they had departed, Ron Weasley was found whispering into Dumbledore's ear. Dumbledore chuckled.
"I am afraid I ca't do that, Mr. Weasley. Severus and Minerva would probably skin me alive if I mentioned it."
"Too damn right." Snarled Snape, trying unsuccessfully to staunch the blood flow from a wound above his left eye with a bit ripped off Harry's robes (Gained, but with protest, of course. What, you think Harry wouldn't protest if someone ripped a bit off his clothes, huh? I sure would.)
"But I have the other teachers, the ones who Minerva has NOT hexed to protect me, so. yes, I will give it a try."
A tic was going in McGonagall's cheek. Severus was looking wildly around to see where Flitwiack had hidden his wand.
"Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore asked, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth." Said McGonagall, not without reproach.
"Ah. Good. This makes things a whole lot easier." Said Dumbledore cheerfully. Minerva began to get a very bad feeling about this.
"Minerva, could you kindly enlighten us on what happened between you and Professor Snape in the period after the capsule was slipped into your drink but before the weekend?" Dumbledore asked, inching away from Severus and checking his wand was near enough to his hand.
He was right to do so, as Severus lost it completely.
"I. Have. You. For. An. Employer. And. You. Are. Supposed. To. Be. Sensible. But. You. Are. As BAD AS THE FRIGGIN' STUDENTS!!!" The highly pissed potions master yelled, launching himself at Dumbledore. Professor Sinistra, who was passing by, took a serum and applied it somehow to Professor Snape, who calmed down within an instant and slid to the floor. Seeing that her job was done, she ran off.
"Thank God for the holidays." She was heard to mutter.
Professor Snape was barely conscious in some sort of drugged stupor, so it was decided that he could hear but couldn't react or murder anyone. Thank Lucifer for handy serums that people happen to carry around in their back pockets, eh?
That means another chapter ends because of Severus. It also means, because of Severus, that you will have to wait until the next chapter to find out what happened between Snape and McGonagall. Gawd, everything happens to Professor Snape, doesn't it? *Whistles guiltily*