AS A TEENAGER
A/N: Eep!! Another one of my dabbles in fanfiction literature. Hope you like I still haven't decided if this will turn out to be SS/HG or DM/HG, or maybe even HG/OC. You'll never know. Hope you like this first chapter!!!
SEVENTEEN AGAIN
Severus Snape watched his class bumble on in their potions. It was amazing to him that they even made it this far into N.E.W.T.S. Potions. He watched as one y one each student made the same mistake, (adding hippogriff feathers before the bat eyes), all of them except of course his top two students: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. An awful stench started to fill the dark dungeon classroom. Neville Longbottom had managed to botch up his fourteenth potion in two months.
He got up and walked over to the simmering cauldron. It gave off an atrocious stench, and glowed orange. All the color had drained from its creators face as the potions master loomed over him.
"Not again," muttered the boy. "Why me, why me," he said looking up at the mal tempered professor.
"Another soup of wasted ingredients, Mr. Longbottom," asked Snape. The boy looked at his cauldron ready to burst into tears.
Class ended and his students filed out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. He looked at the vials on his desk, all varying in shades of green, and of course Longbottom's potion which was orange. He spotted the two that were obviously done correctly. The names on the vial read clearly in the neat script, "Granger," and "Malfoy." He sighed and began to grade the different potions. He got to Neville's potion. He uncorked it and the repulsive scent wafted out. He crinkled his nose. There was a knock on the door. He put the opened vial down on his desk and opened the door.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today, Minerva," he said sarcastically.
"I need to discuss with you the points you've taken off from the houses this past month," she replied curtly.
"Which points would you like to discuss first," asked Snape, knowing he was in for a verbal beating. He quickly thought about the possible topics of tonight's "discussion."
"Well, let's see," she said, "there's the thirty points you took off of Mr. Creevy, for the usage of the wrong type of ink on his parchment, or the forty points off of Ms. Abbot for reading a non-class related book after brewing her potion, or how about the fifty points you awarded to Pansy Parkinson for attempting to answer a question. This is really getting ridiculous Severus. I am giving the points deducted back to their respectable houses. But I will not deduct the ludicrous amounts you have added to your house. Please keep in mind that we ARE trying to show neutrality towards all of the houses. And. . . and. . . what's that smell?"
Severus looked towards the vile on his desk and his eyes grew wide. Neville's potion had turned a menacing black. He walked over to it and held it up to show the deputy headmistress.
"This would be Mr. Longbottom's latest bumble," said Snape silkily, "are you trying te tell me deducting points from his was wrong? Since this is most obviously the wrong potion."
"But a hundred points," retorted Mc Gonagall.
"For wasted ingredients, classtime, and for not paying attention," replied Snape. "The boy has been a walking catastrophe since day one. Why he ever signed up for this class, I'll never know," said Snape sitting down shaking the contents of the vial to see if it get some sort of reaction out of it.
"Severus give the boy a cha-" she was cut short, when the vile in Snape's hand exploded and drenched him in the foul substance. Snape fell off his chair and she could not see past his desk. "Severus, are you alright," asked Minerva worriedly.
"I'm fine professor," replied a voice she did not recognize. "How did I get in the dungeons," asked the seventeen year old boy looking at the very confused Transfiguration professor, "and where did these robes come from?"
*****
Minerva Mc Gonagall was dumbfounded as she sat in Dumbledore's office waiting for the answers to why Severus Snape is now a seventeen year old boy. The head master walked into the room followed by the teenager.
"Minerva," Dumbledore started calmly, "I'm most afraid that Professor Snape will be on an extended hiatus for the remainder of this year. If not indefinitely. The boy that stands before you now, is Severus, but unfortunately not the present Severus that we now know. He is still inside this boy, somewhere," the twinkle in the aged wizard's eyes glittered playfully, "he will simply have to stay on as a student. We can not have an un-experienced teen teaching potions."
"Albus, is this safe," asked Minerva, "tampering with his body in this present form could lead to drastic changes. And what about his OTHER duties?"
"We have no choice but to discontinue his present affairs. I will send an owl to the ministry and notify them of his current state. They can send their wizard potions experts to evaluate the concoction spilled upon Severus and possibly create an antidote," he turned to the extremely confused Severus Snape and brought him out of his state of shock. "Even though a Severus Snape has already graduated Hogwarts, perhaps you could pose as your son," he stopped and thought for a moment, "yes 'YOUR SON' is correct. You shall continue your studies under the name - Samuel."
*****
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!?!? DO YOU LIKE?? PLEASE REVIEW!! AND EAGERLY AWAIT MY NEXT CHAPTER. TO THIS OR MY OTHER STORIES. I'M WORKING DREADFULLY HARD ON THESE FICS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! REVIEW!!!!!!
A/N: Eep!! Another one of my dabbles in fanfiction literature. Hope you like I still haven't decided if this will turn out to be SS/HG or DM/HG, or maybe even HG/OC. You'll never know. Hope you like this first chapter!!!
SEVENTEEN AGAIN
Severus Snape watched his class bumble on in their potions. It was amazing to him that they even made it this far into N.E.W.T.S. Potions. He watched as one y one each student made the same mistake, (adding hippogriff feathers before the bat eyes), all of them except of course his top two students: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. An awful stench started to fill the dark dungeon classroom. Neville Longbottom had managed to botch up his fourteenth potion in two months.
He got up and walked over to the simmering cauldron. It gave off an atrocious stench, and glowed orange. All the color had drained from its creators face as the potions master loomed over him.
"Not again," muttered the boy. "Why me, why me," he said looking up at the mal tempered professor.
"Another soup of wasted ingredients, Mr. Longbottom," asked Snape. The boy looked at his cauldron ready to burst into tears.
Class ended and his students filed out of the dungeon as quickly as possible. He looked at the vials on his desk, all varying in shades of green, and of course Longbottom's potion which was orange. He spotted the two that were obviously done correctly. The names on the vial read clearly in the neat script, "Granger," and "Malfoy." He sighed and began to grade the different potions. He got to Neville's potion. He uncorked it and the repulsive scent wafted out. He crinkled his nose. There was a knock on the door. He put the opened vial down on his desk and opened the door.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today, Minerva," he said sarcastically.
"I need to discuss with you the points you've taken off from the houses this past month," she replied curtly.
"Which points would you like to discuss first," asked Snape, knowing he was in for a verbal beating. He quickly thought about the possible topics of tonight's "discussion."
"Well, let's see," she said, "there's the thirty points you took off of Mr. Creevy, for the usage of the wrong type of ink on his parchment, or the forty points off of Ms. Abbot for reading a non-class related book after brewing her potion, or how about the fifty points you awarded to Pansy Parkinson for attempting to answer a question. This is really getting ridiculous Severus. I am giving the points deducted back to their respectable houses. But I will not deduct the ludicrous amounts you have added to your house. Please keep in mind that we ARE trying to show neutrality towards all of the houses. And. . . and. . . what's that smell?"
Severus looked towards the vile on his desk and his eyes grew wide. Neville's potion had turned a menacing black. He walked over to it and held it up to show the deputy headmistress.
"This would be Mr. Longbottom's latest bumble," said Snape silkily, "are you trying te tell me deducting points from his was wrong? Since this is most obviously the wrong potion."
"But a hundred points," retorted Mc Gonagall.
"For wasted ingredients, classtime, and for not paying attention," replied Snape. "The boy has been a walking catastrophe since day one. Why he ever signed up for this class, I'll never know," said Snape sitting down shaking the contents of the vial to see if it get some sort of reaction out of it.
"Severus give the boy a cha-" she was cut short, when the vile in Snape's hand exploded and drenched him in the foul substance. Snape fell off his chair and she could not see past his desk. "Severus, are you alright," asked Minerva worriedly.
"I'm fine professor," replied a voice she did not recognize. "How did I get in the dungeons," asked the seventeen year old boy looking at the very confused Transfiguration professor, "and where did these robes come from?"
*****
Minerva Mc Gonagall was dumbfounded as she sat in Dumbledore's office waiting for the answers to why Severus Snape is now a seventeen year old boy. The head master walked into the room followed by the teenager.
"Minerva," Dumbledore started calmly, "I'm most afraid that Professor Snape will be on an extended hiatus for the remainder of this year. If not indefinitely. The boy that stands before you now, is Severus, but unfortunately not the present Severus that we now know. He is still inside this boy, somewhere," the twinkle in the aged wizard's eyes glittered playfully, "he will simply have to stay on as a student. We can not have an un-experienced teen teaching potions."
"Albus, is this safe," asked Minerva, "tampering with his body in this present form could lead to drastic changes. And what about his OTHER duties?"
"We have no choice but to discontinue his present affairs. I will send an owl to the ministry and notify them of his current state. They can send their wizard potions experts to evaluate the concoction spilled upon Severus and possibly create an antidote," he turned to the extremely confused Severus Snape and brought him out of his state of shock. "Even though a Severus Snape has already graduated Hogwarts, perhaps you could pose as your son," he stopped and thought for a moment, "yes 'YOUR SON' is correct. You shall continue your studies under the name - Samuel."
*****
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?!?!? DO YOU LIKE?? PLEASE REVIEW!! AND EAGERLY AWAIT MY NEXT CHAPTER. TO THIS OR MY OTHER STORIES. I'M WORKING DREADFULLY HARD ON THESE FICS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! REVIEW!!!!!!