Wow! I am so flattered!!! I almost fell out of my chair when I opened my
e-mail box and found 33 reviews. So thank you VERY VERY much to:
Smudged, Heather, pickle, bluebird161221, Malfoy Angel, Shambling Silk, dragonbrat, Ivy, ..., Sami Snape, Saturnine, SlytherinAtHeart, Sylvester, Rose, Nexus, TmL geMiNi, Angel Shinigami, Rhysel Ash, Fallen Dragon, Velaria, kiwileesa, Rarity88, jadedfire, koneko-hime, Sorena, KittenBabyGirl, liz, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, Dreamdancer, Lady Lightning, d12agonflyr13, Sakurazukamori, and catsncritters! ^.~
Now for a couple *answers to some questions* and *comments on some statements*:
SlytherineAtHeart - Always Remus...I love him so much, I put him in everything if I can help it. And I now throw in Ginny when I can because I like her a lot more now (since the last two books).
d12agonflyr13 - Actually, a friend pointed that out to me when I had the idea a bit ago, which made me put it (the idea) on the backburner for a long time. After a bit I was like 'Harry's not really gay...and I'm making him gay, so screw it! computers!' and decided to cause a little mischief. But I want to thank you for pointing it out, and for doing it so nicely. A lot of people would be snide about it. Cheers!
Sakurazukamori - I have not read that one. If you have the time, e-mail me the name or the author or the link...or or or...or....or.
AND NOW!!!!!!!!!! CHAPTER TWO!!!
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SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter Two: Debacle!
The first few weeks of class went by so quickly that Harry felt all in a whirl. He found that his classes were much easier now that his life was less stressful. His grades were even beginning to rival those of the Head Boy, a Ravenclaw named Hamish McDunn. At night, he and Ron would chat with Hermione and occasionally Ginny. For once everything seemed perfect.
One cool September night, Harry was sitting on his bed, waiting for fuzzbrain to get online when the very person he was waiting for dashed through the door with a winded Ron trailing behind her.
"Harry! Oh, Harry, we're in so much trouble!"
She sat down on the bed, nervously flattening her puffy hair. Ron threw his robe off and took up pacing.
"What is it," Harry asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Snape! He has my computer!"
"What?!"
"I'm going to be friendless when he's done with you two," Ron muttered as he paced to the left.
"Shut it, Ron," snapped Hermione. "He found out about my computer and confiscated it, but he doesn't know about yours. I don't think he even knows what it does."
"Girlfriend-less for a year," Ron cried.
"Ron," warned Harry through gritted teeth. "How did he find out?"
"Pansy Parkinson heard Parvati talking to Lavender about it. Why do I have to room with such a loud mouth?"
"Yeah, well you wouldn't be in trouble if Pansy didn't hate you. She's a Slytherin; of course she'd tell Snape."
"Dirty Slytherins," moaned Ron. "Life ruiners!"
"Ron!" chorused both Harry and Hermione. After glaring him down for a moment, the two turned back to each other.
"He asked me what I was doing with it and I told him I put study notes on it." Hermione crossed her arms nervously.
"And what did he say?"
"'Typical!'" Hermione did her best Snape impression, causing Ron to snort.
"Let's just hope he doesn't destroy it," Harry said, ignoring the red- head.
"He told me it was confiscated until further notice." Hermione sighed. "Just when we were having so much fun..."
Ron sighed, too. "Just when I was learning how to use the bloody thing."
*****
Snape sat in his office, drumming his fingers on the desk and glaring at Hermione's computer. That dratted Gryffindor know-it-all had told him nothing except the name of the 'thing.' For the time being he was thwarted, but not for long. He was a Slytherin, and he always had a plan.
"You may think I'll go to Dumbledore, but you'll be wrong. No, this time I am going to find pure, unexplainable evidence that you are up to no good. I'll find out what you're up to, and I'll crush you when I do," he muttered. "You and your ruddy friends..."
He sat up at the sound of knocking upon the door. Brushing off stray hairs from his shoulders, Snape sat up straight so he would appear tall and menacing.
"Enter."
"Y-you wanted to see me, sir?" It was Elton Pincher, a Slytherin 6th year.
"Don't studder like a snivling Hufflepuff. Lord..."
"Sorry, sir," Elton said, trying to look mean.
"Better...I suppose. Now, you are muggle-born, correct?"
Elton looked horrified. He shifted his gaze down to the floor. Snape clenched his jaw and repeated the question. Finally Elton answered.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now-"
"Sir, please don't tell anyone!"
Snape was taken a-back. The Pincher boy had suddenly turned very pale and his hair shielded his face from view.
"Why not?"
"Because...they'd gang up on me if they knew- if they knew I was a Mudblood. I'm the only one in Slytherin."
"Nonsense," Snape said with a careless wave. "I could name at least four more. Now, sit down and let me talk."
Elton did as he was told, the look on his face a mix between relief and the fear of the deadly tone in the potion master's voice.
"Now, Mr. Pincher. Do you know what a computer is?" He gestured to the computer on his desk.
"Of course, I have one at home."
"Good. How much do you know about these things?"
"Erm...quite a lot sir. My father is a computer programmer."
"Good. VERY good."
Elton gulped nervously at the sinister look on Snape's face.
"Now, how does it work..."
*****3 hours later*****
"That's very good, Professor. You're getting the hang of it."
Snape was moving the mouse about the page, clicking on the boxes and 'buttons' that Elton had told him about.
"Now, I have another question," Snape said. "What is this button here."
Elton peered over Snape's shoulder and furrowed his eyebrows.
"It appears to be an internet connection button."
"A what?"
"The internet is a program that connects computers. It's...like...the floo networks, I suppose. This way muggles can connect with other muggles without using telephones* or letters. It happens instantly."
"I see."
"But this is named the HogwartsNet. Which leads me to believe that it is a connection in the school. It probably doesn't work anywhere else because, I think, it's an original program. See look..."
Elton double clicked on the icon and a scroll popped up and unrolled. It had a entry field that said "USER NAME" and one that said "PASSWORD" as well as a box that was checked to remember the password.
"It's original alright. And the user name and password are already there. All you would have to do is hit the enter key and you would be 'online.'"
Snape did so. Two more scrolls popped up. One said Screech-Mail and the other said ChatterBox.
"What are these?" Snape crossed his arms. It was becoming more and more confusing.
"Well, I suppose that Screech-Mail is E-mail, or electronic mail. That should contain letters from people, and a way to write back. And ChatterBox looks like Instant Message. That one is self-explanatory."
Snape did not tell Elton that it certainly was NOT self-explanatory to him.
"Very good Elton. You may go back to your dormitory. I'll send for you if I need you again."
Elton gave a smirk and a thank you and left the office promptly, glad to be free once more.
Back in the office, Snape was clicking on the button to open the Screech-Mail. Once open he saw a column of mail topics.
"Nothing...nothing...this is useless," he muttered as he scanned the list. He made to close the Screech-mail when something caught his eye. It was a topic and it simply said 'Snape.'
From: 4eyes@hogwartsnet.wiz (harry)
To: fuzzbrain@hogwartsnet.wiz (hermione)
Topic: Snape
Time: 1.32am, 20/09/97**
Your mail reads:
Hey H,
I promised you I'd tell you more about the Snape thing, but you aren't online, so I thought I'd write you an e-mail. I know it's odd to think that I have a crush on him. We all have been calling him a greasy git for years, but for the past two years I've noticed something different about him. I don't feel an intense hatred anymore, and for a while now, I've been hoping that he'll stop hating me. I know it's ridiculous, but I think there is something special about him. Something that no one bothers to notice. And on top of that, he's dead sexy. hahaha. Okay, so I promised I wouldn't say that anymore, so that was the last time. Don't keel over now.
-Harry
Snape hit the close button and turned off the computer. His stared hard at the blank screen with only one thought running through his head.
The Boy-Who-Lived was gay.
*****
*I'm going with the assumption that Snape, being a learned wizard and a professor and a spy, etc etc, would know what a telephone is already.
**This is based on a very comprehensive website that seems to know what it's talking about. So I went with it, seeing I have no idea when the books are set exactly, and the site has a lot of information to back it up.
Thanks for reading!!!! ^.^
Smudged, Heather, pickle, bluebird161221, Malfoy Angel, Shambling Silk, dragonbrat, Ivy, ..., Sami Snape, Saturnine, SlytherinAtHeart, Sylvester, Rose, Nexus, TmL geMiNi, Angel Shinigami, Rhysel Ash, Fallen Dragon, Velaria, kiwileesa, Rarity88, jadedfire, koneko-hime, Sorena, KittenBabyGirl, liz, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, Dreamdancer, Lady Lightning, d12agonflyr13, Sakurazukamori, and catsncritters! ^.~
Now for a couple *answers to some questions* and *comments on some statements*:
SlytherineAtHeart - Always Remus...I love him so much, I put him in everything if I can help it. And I now throw in Ginny when I can because I like her a lot more now (since the last two books).
d12agonflyr13 - Actually, a friend pointed that out to me when I had the idea a bit ago, which made me put it (the idea) on the backburner for a long time. After a bit I was like 'Harry's not really gay...and I'm making him gay, so screw it! computers!' and decided to cause a little mischief. But I want to thank you for pointing it out, and for doing it so nicely. A lot of people would be snide about it. Cheers!
Sakurazukamori - I have not read that one. If you have the time, e-mail me the name or the author or the link...or or or...or....or.
AND NOW!!!!!!!!!! CHAPTER TWO!!!
********
SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter Two: Debacle!
The first few weeks of class went by so quickly that Harry felt all in a whirl. He found that his classes were much easier now that his life was less stressful. His grades were even beginning to rival those of the Head Boy, a Ravenclaw named Hamish McDunn. At night, he and Ron would chat with Hermione and occasionally Ginny. For once everything seemed perfect.
One cool September night, Harry was sitting on his bed, waiting for fuzzbrain to get online when the very person he was waiting for dashed through the door with a winded Ron trailing behind her.
"Harry! Oh, Harry, we're in so much trouble!"
She sat down on the bed, nervously flattening her puffy hair. Ron threw his robe off and took up pacing.
"What is it," Harry asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Snape! He has my computer!"
"What?!"
"I'm going to be friendless when he's done with you two," Ron muttered as he paced to the left.
"Shut it, Ron," snapped Hermione. "He found out about my computer and confiscated it, but he doesn't know about yours. I don't think he even knows what it does."
"Girlfriend-less for a year," Ron cried.
"Ron," warned Harry through gritted teeth. "How did he find out?"
"Pansy Parkinson heard Parvati talking to Lavender about it. Why do I have to room with such a loud mouth?"
"Yeah, well you wouldn't be in trouble if Pansy didn't hate you. She's a Slytherin; of course she'd tell Snape."
"Dirty Slytherins," moaned Ron. "Life ruiners!"
"Ron!" chorused both Harry and Hermione. After glaring him down for a moment, the two turned back to each other.
"He asked me what I was doing with it and I told him I put study notes on it." Hermione crossed her arms nervously.
"And what did he say?"
"'Typical!'" Hermione did her best Snape impression, causing Ron to snort.
"Let's just hope he doesn't destroy it," Harry said, ignoring the red- head.
"He told me it was confiscated until further notice." Hermione sighed. "Just when we were having so much fun..."
Ron sighed, too. "Just when I was learning how to use the bloody thing."
*****
Snape sat in his office, drumming his fingers on the desk and glaring at Hermione's computer. That dratted Gryffindor know-it-all had told him nothing except the name of the 'thing.' For the time being he was thwarted, but not for long. He was a Slytherin, and he always had a plan.
"You may think I'll go to Dumbledore, but you'll be wrong. No, this time I am going to find pure, unexplainable evidence that you are up to no good. I'll find out what you're up to, and I'll crush you when I do," he muttered. "You and your ruddy friends..."
He sat up at the sound of knocking upon the door. Brushing off stray hairs from his shoulders, Snape sat up straight so he would appear tall and menacing.
"Enter."
"Y-you wanted to see me, sir?" It was Elton Pincher, a Slytherin 6th year.
"Don't studder like a snivling Hufflepuff. Lord..."
"Sorry, sir," Elton said, trying to look mean.
"Better...I suppose. Now, you are muggle-born, correct?"
Elton looked horrified. He shifted his gaze down to the floor. Snape clenched his jaw and repeated the question. Finally Elton answered.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now-"
"Sir, please don't tell anyone!"
Snape was taken a-back. The Pincher boy had suddenly turned very pale and his hair shielded his face from view.
"Why not?"
"Because...they'd gang up on me if they knew- if they knew I was a Mudblood. I'm the only one in Slytherin."
"Nonsense," Snape said with a careless wave. "I could name at least four more. Now, sit down and let me talk."
Elton did as he was told, the look on his face a mix between relief and the fear of the deadly tone in the potion master's voice.
"Now, Mr. Pincher. Do you know what a computer is?" He gestured to the computer on his desk.
"Of course, I have one at home."
"Good. How much do you know about these things?"
"Erm...quite a lot sir. My father is a computer programmer."
"Good. VERY good."
Elton gulped nervously at the sinister look on Snape's face.
"Now, how does it work..."
*****3 hours later*****
"That's very good, Professor. You're getting the hang of it."
Snape was moving the mouse about the page, clicking on the boxes and 'buttons' that Elton had told him about.
"Now, I have another question," Snape said. "What is this button here."
Elton peered over Snape's shoulder and furrowed his eyebrows.
"It appears to be an internet connection button."
"A what?"
"The internet is a program that connects computers. It's...like...the floo networks, I suppose. This way muggles can connect with other muggles without using telephones* or letters. It happens instantly."
"I see."
"But this is named the HogwartsNet. Which leads me to believe that it is a connection in the school. It probably doesn't work anywhere else because, I think, it's an original program. See look..."
Elton double clicked on the icon and a scroll popped up and unrolled. It had a entry field that said "USER NAME" and one that said "PASSWORD" as well as a box that was checked to remember the password.
"It's original alright. And the user name and password are already there. All you would have to do is hit the enter key and you would be 'online.'"
Snape did so. Two more scrolls popped up. One said Screech-Mail and the other said ChatterBox.
"What are these?" Snape crossed his arms. It was becoming more and more confusing.
"Well, I suppose that Screech-Mail is E-mail, or electronic mail. That should contain letters from people, and a way to write back. And ChatterBox looks like Instant Message. That one is self-explanatory."
Snape did not tell Elton that it certainly was NOT self-explanatory to him.
"Very good Elton. You may go back to your dormitory. I'll send for you if I need you again."
Elton gave a smirk and a thank you and left the office promptly, glad to be free once more.
Back in the office, Snape was clicking on the button to open the Screech-Mail. Once open he saw a column of mail topics.
"Nothing...nothing...this is useless," he muttered as he scanned the list. He made to close the Screech-mail when something caught his eye. It was a topic and it simply said 'Snape.'
From: 4eyes@hogwartsnet.wiz (harry)
To: fuzzbrain@hogwartsnet.wiz (hermione)
Topic: Snape
Time: 1.32am, 20/09/97**
Your mail reads:
Hey H,
I promised you I'd tell you more about the Snape thing, but you aren't online, so I thought I'd write you an e-mail. I know it's odd to think that I have a crush on him. We all have been calling him a greasy git for years, but for the past two years I've noticed something different about him. I don't feel an intense hatred anymore, and for a while now, I've been hoping that he'll stop hating me. I know it's ridiculous, but I think there is something special about him. Something that no one bothers to notice. And on top of that, he's dead sexy. hahaha. Okay, so I promised I wouldn't say that anymore, so that was the last time. Don't keel over now.
-Harry
Snape hit the close button and turned off the computer. His stared hard at the blank screen with only one thought running through his head.
The Boy-Who-Lived was gay.
*****
*I'm going with the assumption that Snape, being a learned wizard and a professor and a spy, etc etc, would know what a telephone is already.
**This is based on a very comprehensive website that seems to know what it's talking about. So I went with it, seeing I have no idea when the books are set exactly, and the site has a lot of information to back it up.
Thanks for reading!!!! ^.^