Chapter 2
Another Potions Lesson
Harry was sitting at the back of the class, with Hermione on his left, Ron on the right. He opened his roll of parchment, and there, in the middle, was a blob of ink. He sighed, and whispered to Ron,
"Hey, Ron, have you got any spare parchment?" "Here."
Harry opened it up and began to write. He looked at the writing that was circling the cauldron, and noticed Snape. He was staring intently at Harry, but when their eyes met, Snape stood up, avoiding Harry's glance.
"Right, I hope you have prepared your potions for marking, because, as you know, next lesson, you will be trying someone else's potion. But don't worry, I will tell you whose potion you've got, so you can prepare your tastebuds, and," Snape glared at Harry and Neville, "an antidote if necessary."
As everyone was leaving, Harry heard a sharp "Potter!" from Snape's direction. He turned, and said "Yes, sir?"
"As you know, your mother is coming to visit the school soon. And I warn you, she will not tolerate any disobedience. You will call her Inspector at all times, understood?"
Harry nodded his agreement, and walked off. How he hated having Snape for Potions! The worst bit was Lily going out with Snape. Harry just hoped they would break up soon.
Harry shuddered at the memory of one of their dates. They went into his mum' bedroom, and came out horribly dishevelled. He could hear moaning and groaning coming from the room, as well as bangs. He hated that image...eugh.
He wished that he had a dad around, who hated Snape. Then, none of this would happen. Either that or no mum.
Snape seemed to like his mum, and always brought home 'friends' for Harry. But they were disgusting, slimy little Malfoys.
The only part of himself that he liked was his surname. Potter. It was his dad's surname, that much he knew,
"Oh, and Potter," he said, "me and your mother will be very busy, so you will come nowhere near us. Understood?" Harry nodded dumbly. "Good. Now, get lost!"
"Why me?" thought Harry. "Why is MY mum going out with SNAPE?" But then he remembered. Snape was married to a strange woman. Always dressed in black. Who was she?
Harry was sitting at the back of the class, with Hermione on his left, Ron on the right. He opened his roll of parchment, and there, in the middle, was a blob of ink. He sighed, and whispered to Ron,
"Hey, Ron, have you got any spare parchment?" "Here."
Harry opened it up and began to write. He looked at the writing that was circling the cauldron, and noticed Snape. He was staring intently at Harry, but when their eyes met, Snape stood up, avoiding Harry's glance.
"Right, I hope you have prepared your potions for marking, because, as you know, next lesson, you will be trying someone else's potion. But don't worry, I will tell you whose potion you've got, so you can prepare your tastebuds, and," Snape glared at Harry and Neville, "an antidote if necessary."
As everyone was leaving, Harry heard a sharp "Potter!" from Snape's direction. He turned, and said "Yes, sir?"
"As you know, your mother is coming to visit the school soon. And I warn you, she will not tolerate any disobedience. You will call her Inspector at all times, understood?"
Harry nodded his agreement, and walked off. How he hated having Snape for Potions! The worst bit was Lily going out with Snape. Harry just hoped they would break up soon.
Harry shuddered at the memory of one of their dates. They went into his mum' bedroom, and came out horribly dishevelled. He could hear moaning and groaning coming from the room, as well as bangs. He hated that image...eugh.
He wished that he had a dad around, who hated Snape. Then, none of this would happen. Either that or no mum.
Snape seemed to like his mum, and always brought home 'friends' for Harry. But they were disgusting, slimy little Malfoys.
The only part of himself that he liked was his surname. Potter. It was his dad's surname, that much he knew,
"Oh, and Potter," he said, "me and your mother will be very busy, so you will come nowhere near us. Understood?" Harry nodded dumbly. "Good. Now, get lost!"
"Why me?" thought Harry. "Why is MY mum going out with SNAPE?" But then he remembered. Snape was married to a strange woman. Always dressed in black. Who was she?