Chapter 7: The fun begins...
"Now, when your potion has turned green- green Longbottom, not pink- add the crushed beetle feet. This should add an orange hue to the Giggle Potion creating."
A loud knock on the dungeon door interrupted Snape's boring address. The fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins looked up, glad of the interruption. Today's Potions class was terrifically tedious- Snape was reviewing Potions they had done in first year, simple things like Giggle Potions and Sleeping Drafts. The now-fifth years could do these Potions in their sleep, but Snape insisted on revising for the forthcoming exams.
Harry poured the crushed beetle feet into his Potion, wrinkling his nose at the disgusting sight of the still wriggling feet, and, as Snape had said, an orange hue was added to his Potion. Harry stirred the Potion lightly and then he turned to talk to Ron- to be met with an empty space. Harry was crestfallen as he turned back to his Potion. He put his hand under his chin and rested on the desk, sighing. He'd forgotten Ron was ill. And still another hour of Potions to go.
Snape stirred his own Potion after adding the crushed beetle feet and subsequently he crossed to the dungeon door. Another loud knock erupted through the solid mahogany door. He gritted his teeth.
"Alright! Alright!" he yelled.
Today just wasn't his day.
Snape flung open the door to an astonished but irate looking Minerva McGonagall. Alongside her the amused looking face of Severa Snape grinned up at him.
"About time, Professor Snape!" McGonagall sneered and with a flick and a swish of her emerald green robes she was gone.
Snape looked down at Severa.
"Get in." he snarled.
No. Today really wasn't his day.
~*~
"Class," Snape looked each student callously in the eye. They knew he meant business. "This is Severa Snape. She is new this year. Severa, find an empty space and set up the apparel for a Giggle Potion." Snape turned on the ball of his foot and he strode towards his own bubbling Giggle Potion.
Severa looked around the class. An increasing crescendo of whispering was bubbling up. She heard snatches of- "Snapes daughter!" "No! It can't be!" "Oh, my Merlin!", and other such commodities. She knew what was coming next- she silently began to count under her breath. "10" - "Snapes daughter!" "9" - "I didn't even know he had a daughter!" "8" - "They're so alike!" "7" - "She's probably some master Potions brewer like him!" "6" - "She's not half bad!" "5" - "Poor girl!" "4" - "Who would have thought?" "3" - "Does Dumbledore know?" "2" - "Who do you think her mother is?"
"Bad move," Severa thought. The topic of her mother was wholly off limits. Here it came. "1" -
"QUIET! SILENCE! NO TALKING! 500 POINTS OFF EVERY ONE OF YOU! SEVERA! SIT DOWN!"
Silence whipped through the classroom. A pin could be heard drop in the cavernous dungeon room. Each pair of eyes in the room was immediately averted to the floor, books, shelves, anything to stop Snape taking his remarkable frenzy out on any one of them. Severa silently walked towards the spot she had been eyeing- the space right next to Harry. Harry groaned inwardly, he didn't know why or for what reason, but he knew, like Severa, that he was about to get in trouble.
Severa casually swung her book bag onto the empty desk and a large 'thump!' echoed around the dangerously silent classroom. And then Harry saw it- the ominous look of pure anger that flashed in Snapes black eyes as he swivelled in Harry's direction. Severa sat down calmly on the worn, brown stool next to Harry as Snape left his desk and bore down upon Harry and Severa.
"What," he whispered silently, "do you two think you are doing?"
Snape was speaking so quietly Harry had to strain to hear every syllable. Though Harry quickly jumped back when Snape slammed his hands angrily down on the desk.
"ANSWER ME!" he thundered.
Harry cleared his throat, and slightly nervously, he looked Snape in the eye. "I wasn't doing anything, sir." He said. "And I think Severa was just sitting down."
Harry wasn't sure, but for just an instant, he swore he saw a flicker of amusement flash in Snape's eyes. But, whatever he saw, it was once again replaced with Snape's stony facial features.
"Don't," he whispered, once again, "don't let me ever catch you giving cheek to me, Potter." Snape spat Harry's name with disgust and then he finally turned away, and Harry knew that Snape was satisfied with his daily dose of Potter-bashing. He was probably even extra heavy on the sarcasm to punish Harry for the night before. But, whatever the reason, Harry's cheeks were burning bright red and his fists were clenched as Snape turned away.
"It's okay." He heard Severa whisper beside him. "He's always like this on a bad day."
Harry smiled his thanks at her, but he couldn't help thinking- this is a bad day?
~*~
"Test," Snape barked. "Friday afternoon. Learn the Giggle Potion, the Sleeping Draft and the Poison and the Antidote to the Grateful Dead Potion. Class dismissed."
Harry thankfully began to pack his book bag. The rest of the class hadn't been too dreadful. Snape had shouted at him once or twice and taken fifty points of Gryffindor, but it hadn't been too bad. He'd completed all his Potions and Severa had talked to him for most of the class. For Snape's daughter, she was really nice. Really easy to get on with. Harry smiled; glad that one good thing had come out of this Potions class- he'd made a new friend.
Severa came up behind him as they were leaving the Potions classroom.
"You didn't think that class was too dreadful, did you?" she asked with an anxious expression on her face.
Harry didn't really want to insult her- Snape was her father, after all, but he couldn't help it.
"Dreadful? Dreadful doesn't sum up what that class was like for me! Snape is the biggest bastard I've ever met in my life!" Harry realised what he said. "Oh, Merlin! I'm sorry, Severa, I -"
But Severa simply waved his apology off.
"Do you know what, Harry?" she said, "I couldn't agree more. I hate him with a passion, the big prick, insulting you like that."
Harry was taken aback, but he didn't have time to reply. Before he entered the Transfiguration classroom with Severa she grabbed his arm and whispered-
"The fun begins."
~*~
Hello everyone! I'm sorry about the long wait for this chapter, I've just started back at school and I'm in an exam year, so there is alot of work to be done and of course, I need a social life! As a matter of interest- I wrote this chapter at 1:30 last night to a mixture of music- Black Sabbath, Tenacious D and Puddle of Mudd. I had big writers block on this chapter and I must have started it five times before I finally got what I wanted! So after all that- ENJOY! *Snapesgirl*
"Now, when your potion has turned green- green Longbottom, not pink- add the crushed beetle feet. This should add an orange hue to the Giggle Potion creating."
A loud knock on the dungeon door interrupted Snape's boring address. The fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins looked up, glad of the interruption. Today's Potions class was terrifically tedious- Snape was reviewing Potions they had done in first year, simple things like Giggle Potions and Sleeping Drafts. The now-fifth years could do these Potions in their sleep, but Snape insisted on revising for the forthcoming exams.
Harry poured the crushed beetle feet into his Potion, wrinkling his nose at the disgusting sight of the still wriggling feet, and, as Snape had said, an orange hue was added to his Potion. Harry stirred the Potion lightly and then he turned to talk to Ron- to be met with an empty space. Harry was crestfallen as he turned back to his Potion. He put his hand under his chin and rested on the desk, sighing. He'd forgotten Ron was ill. And still another hour of Potions to go.
Snape stirred his own Potion after adding the crushed beetle feet and subsequently he crossed to the dungeon door. Another loud knock erupted through the solid mahogany door. He gritted his teeth.
"Alright! Alright!" he yelled.
Today just wasn't his day.
Snape flung open the door to an astonished but irate looking Minerva McGonagall. Alongside her the amused looking face of Severa Snape grinned up at him.
"About time, Professor Snape!" McGonagall sneered and with a flick and a swish of her emerald green robes she was gone.
Snape looked down at Severa.
"Get in." he snarled.
No. Today really wasn't his day.
~*~
"Class," Snape looked each student callously in the eye. They knew he meant business. "This is Severa Snape. She is new this year. Severa, find an empty space and set up the apparel for a Giggle Potion." Snape turned on the ball of his foot and he strode towards his own bubbling Giggle Potion.
Severa looked around the class. An increasing crescendo of whispering was bubbling up. She heard snatches of- "Snapes daughter!" "No! It can't be!" "Oh, my Merlin!", and other such commodities. She knew what was coming next- she silently began to count under her breath. "10" - "Snapes daughter!" "9" - "I didn't even know he had a daughter!" "8" - "They're so alike!" "7" - "She's probably some master Potions brewer like him!" "6" - "She's not half bad!" "5" - "Poor girl!" "4" - "Who would have thought?" "3" - "Does Dumbledore know?" "2" - "Who do you think her mother is?"
"Bad move," Severa thought. The topic of her mother was wholly off limits. Here it came. "1" -
"QUIET! SILENCE! NO TALKING! 500 POINTS OFF EVERY ONE OF YOU! SEVERA! SIT DOWN!"
Silence whipped through the classroom. A pin could be heard drop in the cavernous dungeon room. Each pair of eyes in the room was immediately averted to the floor, books, shelves, anything to stop Snape taking his remarkable frenzy out on any one of them. Severa silently walked towards the spot she had been eyeing- the space right next to Harry. Harry groaned inwardly, he didn't know why or for what reason, but he knew, like Severa, that he was about to get in trouble.
Severa casually swung her book bag onto the empty desk and a large 'thump!' echoed around the dangerously silent classroom. And then Harry saw it- the ominous look of pure anger that flashed in Snapes black eyes as he swivelled in Harry's direction. Severa sat down calmly on the worn, brown stool next to Harry as Snape left his desk and bore down upon Harry and Severa.
"What," he whispered silently, "do you two think you are doing?"
Snape was speaking so quietly Harry had to strain to hear every syllable. Though Harry quickly jumped back when Snape slammed his hands angrily down on the desk.
"ANSWER ME!" he thundered.
Harry cleared his throat, and slightly nervously, he looked Snape in the eye. "I wasn't doing anything, sir." He said. "And I think Severa was just sitting down."
Harry wasn't sure, but for just an instant, he swore he saw a flicker of amusement flash in Snape's eyes. But, whatever he saw, it was once again replaced with Snape's stony facial features.
"Don't," he whispered, once again, "don't let me ever catch you giving cheek to me, Potter." Snape spat Harry's name with disgust and then he finally turned away, and Harry knew that Snape was satisfied with his daily dose of Potter-bashing. He was probably even extra heavy on the sarcasm to punish Harry for the night before. But, whatever the reason, Harry's cheeks were burning bright red and his fists were clenched as Snape turned away.
"It's okay." He heard Severa whisper beside him. "He's always like this on a bad day."
Harry smiled his thanks at her, but he couldn't help thinking- this is a bad day?
~*~
"Test," Snape barked. "Friday afternoon. Learn the Giggle Potion, the Sleeping Draft and the Poison and the Antidote to the Grateful Dead Potion. Class dismissed."
Harry thankfully began to pack his book bag. The rest of the class hadn't been too dreadful. Snape had shouted at him once or twice and taken fifty points of Gryffindor, but it hadn't been too bad. He'd completed all his Potions and Severa had talked to him for most of the class. For Snape's daughter, she was really nice. Really easy to get on with. Harry smiled; glad that one good thing had come out of this Potions class- he'd made a new friend.
Severa came up behind him as they were leaving the Potions classroom.
"You didn't think that class was too dreadful, did you?" she asked with an anxious expression on her face.
Harry didn't really want to insult her- Snape was her father, after all, but he couldn't help it.
"Dreadful? Dreadful doesn't sum up what that class was like for me! Snape is the biggest bastard I've ever met in my life!" Harry realised what he said. "Oh, Merlin! I'm sorry, Severa, I -"
But Severa simply waved his apology off.
"Do you know what, Harry?" she said, "I couldn't agree more. I hate him with a passion, the big prick, insulting you like that."
Harry was taken aback, but he didn't have time to reply. Before he entered the Transfiguration classroom with Severa she grabbed his arm and whispered-
"The fun begins."
~*~
Hello everyone! I'm sorry about the long wait for this chapter, I've just started back at school and I'm in an exam year, so there is alot of work to be done and of course, I need a social life! As a matter of interest- I wrote this chapter at 1:30 last night to a mixture of music- Black Sabbath, Tenacious D and Puddle of Mudd. I had big writers block on this chapter and I must have started it five times before I finally got what I wanted! So after all that- ENJOY! *Snapesgirl*