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most of your disappointment :P I've had exams and stuff happening though so
that's why its been so long. Not really a long chapter because I'm
supposed to be revising but the next one will be up soon, enjoy.
This chapter is dedicated to all my regular reviewers who have grudgingly waited so long, thanks guys.
Chapter 5- Poofy.
When Hermione had reached the picture of the Fat Lady, she had come across Ron and Harry standing outside trying to explain why they didn't have the password. After giving them a lecture she accompanied them into the common room where the two boys were mobbed by fellow Gryffindors patting them on the back and congratulating them.
I'm not going to get a word in edgeways tonight am I? Hermione thought to herself. She looked around the common room, the first years were huddled together in a corner, keeping to themselves, not quite sure what to do. Amongst them Hermione spotted Ginny.
"Hey Ginny!" Hermione shouted to her and waved as she walked over. "Congratulations on being in Gryffindor."
"Thanks Hermione." She replied nervously.
"Come sit down with me? Otherwise I'm going to be on my own." She indicated towards Harry and Ron who were still with their "adoring fans"
Harry noticed the girls in the corner and waved. Hermione waved back but Ginny blushed and seemed to become extremely interested in the floor.
The following morning the Trio went down to breakfast accompanied today by Ginny. They sat in their usual places and began eating their breakfast. Hermione was busy reading "voyages with vampires" and only managed a stiff "good morning" to Harry and Ron; an obvious sign of disapproval of the events of the day before. There was a loud fluttering of wings and Errol, Ron's Owl, swooped down, (or rather fell down) and dropped into Hermione's jug, splashing them all with milk before dropping a howler in front of Ron.
Mrs Weasley's shouts filled the air. Hermione didn't think that she could get louder than she already was, but it turned out that she was quite mistaken. Mrs Weasley shouts were now at least Ten times louder.
Ron slumped down his chair. Even though it was; a completely irresponsible thing to do, and they could of hurt themselves badly. Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for Ron, even though; he did deserve it. She sighed to herself as she looked down at him.
Severus hadn't been in the Hall when Ron had received his howler, much to his disappointment. He had been upstairs talking with Minerva in the staff room, over a cup of tea. They were talking about the house cup.
"You know you only won the house cup last year because of Potter." Severus said casually
"Not just because of Harry, we won because my house can work together as a team."
"Are you saying that mine cannot?" He raised his eyebrows. "I said nothing of the sort Severus." She took a sip of her tea to hide her smile.
"Oh well, last year is in the past, so it doesn't really matter now."
Minerva gave a bemused expression, This coming from Severus Snape?! She thought to herself.
"And besides," he continued, "I have a feeling we are going to win this year." A smirk beginning to appear on his face.
"And What makes you think that then?" She asked, still a little confused.
"We have a plan." He smirked tapping the side of his hooked nose. "You'll see."
Later on, in his office (which, as most people aren't aware of isn't in the dungeons[i]) Severus was slumped in his chair; not the most dignified position for a potions master to be sat in, but at this time of day, he didn't really care. He had a throbbing headache; one reminiscent of a hangover...so his fifth butter beer didn't really help the situation.
He felt that he needed to escape, get out of his skin. There was only one way he could get away with that this time of night without people asking questions. However, this option did subject him to the unwanted advances of a rather desperate Mrs Norris.
But he really did have a bad day, not only did he miss the shaming of Harry Potter and his sidekick, but he also told Minerva that his house had a plan that would win them the house cup. Which he now had ten Galleons on. Not a wise move on his part. He had no confidence in his house they were almost completely responsible for the high accident rate in Hogwarts- tampering with people's potions, casting curses left, right and centre. And while all of this made him extremely proud, it didn't really amount to many house points.
Gilderoy had rubbed him up the wrong way as well today. The thought of a whole year of him was enough to turn his stomach. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his robe and unfolded it slowly; it was a signed photograph of the ponce Lockhart, who was winking at him. In a moment of slightly drunken annoyance, Severus grabbed his quill, started to sketch thick-framed glasses, and coloured in some teeth on Gilderoy's picture. A vast improvement Severus chuckled to himself. The picture of Gilderoy made silent protests and a rude hand gesture before storming off the page. Good riddance. Thought Severus. If only it was that easy to get rid of the real thing.
Severus sighed. He still needed to go for a walk, to clear his head. Slowly pulling himself out of his chair[ii] Severus cringed as he felt his head ache. He tried as hard as possible to concentrate; and eventually after five minutes, the transformation began.
Severus became smaller and smaller, gradually growing long black fur, a tail and whiskers. He was an unregistered animagus. Moreover, a black fluffy Persian.
Staggering slightly; soft-fluffy Severus left his office, turned down the corridor and walked straight into Filch. Filch had seen Severus in his feline form many times after dark and had lovingly named him Poofy. Poofy...I mean Severus, was not happy about it at all. He was even less happy when Filch called his beloved cat.
"Mrs Norris! Your boyfriend is here"
Oh no. Not again. Severus cringed. And I am not her boyfriend.
But before he even had a chance to run, Mrs Norris was hurtling down the corridor towards him. Scared and fearing for his mentality, Severus ran. He was getting faster; he had had a lot of practice. There didn't seem an evening that went by without Mrs Norris trying to get a bit of Poofy's action.
I know I know nothing much actually happened in that chapter but I promise it will get better, but only if you review :P I am working on another chapter as we speak. In fact, it's already almost done, but because it was written a while ago and I think I've improved a bit, it needs a bit of tweaking. But it will be done soon I promise. ----------------------- [i] This was due to the Slytherins constantly barging into what appeared to be The potions masters store cupboard, which was in fact his office come bedroom; and when magical moving photos are distributed amongst the students of you snoring; you start to wonder whether or not it was a good idea not to put that lock on the door. [ii] As to avoid the painful dizziness associated with too much drink. Also to stop himself from slumping immediately to the floor in a heap.
This chapter is dedicated to all my regular reviewers who have grudgingly waited so long, thanks guys.
Chapter 5- Poofy.
When Hermione had reached the picture of the Fat Lady, she had come across Ron and Harry standing outside trying to explain why they didn't have the password. After giving them a lecture she accompanied them into the common room where the two boys were mobbed by fellow Gryffindors patting them on the back and congratulating them.
I'm not going to get a word in edgeways tonight am I? Hermione thought to herself. She looked around the common room, the first years were huddled together in a corner, keeping to themselves, not quite sure what to do. Amongst them Hermione spotted Ginny.
"Hey Ginny!" Hermione shouted to her and waved as she walked over. "Congratulations on being in Gryffindor."
"Thanks Hermione." She replied nervously.
"Come sit down with me? Otherwise I'm going to be on my own." She indicated towards Harry and Ron who were still with their "adoring fans"
Harry noticed the girls in the corner and waved. Hermione waved back but Ginny blushed and seemed to become extremely interested in the floor.
The following morning the Trio went down to breakfast accompanied today by Ginny. They sat in their usual places and began eating their breakfast. Hermione was busy reading "voyages with vampires" and only managed a stiff "good morning" to Harry and Ron; an obvious sign of disapproval of the events of the day before. There was a loud fluttering of wings and Errol, Ron's Owl, swooped down, (or rather fell down) and dropped into Hermione's jug, splashing them all with milk before dropping a howler in front of Ron.
Mrs Weasley's shouts filled the air. Hermione didn't think that she could get louder than she already was, but it turned out that she was quite mistaken. Mrs Weasley shouts were now at least Ten times louder.
Ron slumped down his chair. Even though it was; a completely irresponsible thing to do, and they could of hurt themselves badly. Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for Ron, even though; he did deserve it. She sighed to herself as she looked down at him.
Severus hadn't been in the Hall when Ron had received his howler, much to his disappointment. He had been upstairs talking with Minerva in the staff room, over a cup of tea. They were talking about the house cup.
"You know you only won the house cup last year because of Potter." Severus said casually
"Not just because of Harry, we won because my house can work together as a team."
"Are you saying that mine cannot?" He raised his eyebrows. "I said nothing of the sort Severus." She took a sip of her tea to hide her smile.
"Oh well, last year is in the past, so it doesn't really matter now."
Minerva gave a bemused expression, This coming from Severus Snape?! She thought to herself.
"And besides," he continued, "I have a feeling we are going to win this year." A smirk beginning to appear on his face.
"And What makes you think that then?" She asked, still a little confused.
"We have a plan." He smirked tapping the side of his hooked nose. "You'll see."
Later on, in his office (which, as most people aren't aware of isn't in the dungeons[i]) Severus was slumped in his chair; not the most dignified position for a potions master to be sat in, but at this time of day, he didn't really care. He had a throbbing headache; one reminiscent of a hangover...so his fifth butter beer didn't really help the situation.
He felt that he needed to escape, get out of his skin. There was only one way he could get away with that this time of night without people asking questions. However, this option did subject him to the unwanted advances of a rather desperate Mrs Norris.
But he really did have a bad day, not only did he miss the shaming of Harry Potter and his sidekick, but he also told Minerva that his house had a plan that would win them the house cup. Which he now had ten Galleons on. Not a wise move on his part. He had no confidence in his house they were almost completely responsible for the high accident rate in Hogwarts- tampering with people's potions, casting curses left, right and centre. And while all of this made him extremely proud, it didn't really amount to many house points.
Gilderoy had rubbed him up the wrong way as well today. The thought of a whole year of him was enough to turn his stomach. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his robe and unfolded it slowly; it was a signed photograph of the ponce Lockhart, who was winking at him. In a moment of slightly drunken annoyance, Severus grabbed his quill, started to sketch thick-framed glasses, and coloured in some teeth on Gilderoy's picture. A vast improvement Severus chuckled to himself. The picture of Gilderoy made silent protests and a rude hand gesture before storming off the page. Good riddance. Thought Severus. If only it was that easy to get rid of the real thing.
Severus sighed. He still needed to go for a walk, to clear his head. Slowly pulling himself out of his chair[ii] Severus cringed as he felt his head ache. He tried as hard as possible to concentrate; and eventually after five minutes, the transformation began.
Severus became smaller and smaller, gradually growing long black fur, a tail and whiskers. He was an unregistered animagus. Moreover, a black fluffy Persian.
Staggering slightly; soft-fluffy Severus left his office, turned down the corridor and walked straight into Filch. Filch had seen Severus in his feline form many times after dark and had lovingly named him Poofy. Poofy...I mean Severus, was not happy about it at all. He was even less happy when Filch called his beloved cat.
"Mrs Norris! Your boyfriend is here"
Oh no. Not again. Severus cringed. And I am not her boyfriend.
But before he even had a chance to run, Mrs Norris was hurtling down the corridor towards him. Scared and fearing for his mentality, Severus ran. He was getting faster; he had had a lot of practice. There didn't seem an evening that went by without Mrs Norris trying to get a bit of Poofy's action.
I know I know nothing much actually happened in that chapter but I promise it will get better, but only if you review :P I am working on another chapter as we speak. In fact, it's already almost done, but because it was written a while ago and I think I've improved a bit, it needs a bit of tweaking. But it will be done soon I promise. ----------------------- [i] This was due to the Slytherins constantly barging into what appeared to be The potions masters store cupboard, which was in fact his office come bedroom; and when magical moving photos are distributed amongst the students of you snoring; you start to wonder whether or not it was a good idea not to put that lock on the door. [ii] As to avoid the painful dizziness associated with too much drink. Also to stop himself from slumping immediately to the floor in a heap.