Trapped
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Disclaimer: Don't own.
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Neville felt someone patting his hand. He was lying down - not in bed either, judging by the hardness of whatever it was he *was* lying on. Not to mention that sharp, pointy thing digging into his back. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he saw Hermione's concerned face peering over his. Shocked by this rather random turn of events (at least so he thought - last thing he remembered was eating a bowl of porridge for breakfast).
He screamed and bolted upright, banging his forehead against Hermione's chin. Hermione shrieked and fell backwards, cupping her rapidly swelling jaw painfully in her hands as her eyes welled up with shocked tears. Neville stood up, screaming all the while. His hands her clenched firmly to either side of his face. Wide eyes wide open, he looked around the caved in dungeon. His knees were trembling as he took in the situation. He turned and his eyes rested on everybody's favourite potions master. In ordinary circumstances, Neville would have avoided this man at all costs. This situation, however, was anything *but* ordinary. Seeing Snape as the authority figure, and thus, the only person in the dungeon who cold get them out of the situation, Neville flung himself onto the disgusted-looking Professor.
"Professor!" he cried, and then let out a stream of jumble, incomprehensible wailing's. "Where are we?!? How do we get out?!? HELP! HELP!"
Snape fruitlessly tried to pry the hysterical boy off by poking him in the stomach with his wand. When this didn't work, Snape rolled his eyes and stunned Neville. Eye's wide open with shock, Neville slid to the ground.
While Snape was still glaring at the unconscious student, Ron did something very stupid. I mean. . . brave. . . it's hard to tell with Gryffindors.
"Don't you stun my friend, you overgrown bat! Stupefy!" He yelled. A jet of light flew across the enclosed space and hit Snape in the middle of his chest. The Professor froze, his wand still gripped tightly in his right hand, and then fell to the ground, landing on top of the comatose Neville.
There was a moment of silence. Then -
"RON! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?! YOU JUST STUNNED A PROFESSOR!"
Ron looked as if he didn't know quite *what* he was doing - he was staring white-faced at the limp body on the ground. His eyes were bugging out of his face and his mouth was hanging open. His wand clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his hands flew to his head and he started tugging at his hair.
"OH MY GOD, RON! YOU JUST STUNNED PROFESSOR SNAPE! RON! RON? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?! YOU JUST STUNNED A TEACHER! RON! RONALD WEASLEY! YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME! FOR GOD'S SAKE, RON, YOU JUST STUNNED A PROFESSOR -"
Hermione continued her hysterical tirade, waving her arms frantically in the air, her swollen jaw forgotten as she screamed at her friend.
Draco sat in the corner, staring in alarm at his beloved Head of House.
Harry, however, seemed to be the only person who thought this change of event was a turn for the better. The fact was, he was positively relieved that the Potion's master was now unconscious.
"You stunned Snape!" he laughed, slapping Ron on the back. "He can't eat me now!" Harry cried joyfully and began jumping up and down on the spot.
Ron and Draco were still speechless, both of them gazing in horror at the man one loved and one loathed, lying spread eagled on the ground.
". . .A TEACHER, RON. HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR OUR EDUCATION SYSTEM WHATSOEVER?"
Ron didn't seem to notice anything that was going on around him - not Hermione screaming, nor Harry clapping his hands ecstatically nor even his own hands pulling out tufts of fiery red hair from his own head.
"DO YOU REALISE HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'LL BE IN? FIRST YOU MAKE THE ENTIRE CASTLE FALL DOWN, CAUSING US TO BE TRAPPED IN THIS STUPID CAVED IN DUNGEON FOR GOD KNOWS HOW MANY HOURS AND THEN YOU STUN OUR TEACHER! RON! RON, YOU CAST A SPELL ON OUR PROFESSOR! RON, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
Ron wasn't listening to Hermione. In fact, no one was.
Draco slowly got up from his seat on the floor. He walked over the Snape and crouched down beside the oblivious man. Slowly he reached out a hand and stroked the greasy, black hair.
Then he burst into tears.
"You killed Snape!" he cried. "You killed him!"
Draco stood up and ran at Ron, scratching and biting him. Harry intervened and gave Draco a harsh slap around the face. Draco stopped lashing out and just stood in front of Harry, his bottom lip quivering and his hand on his red cheek.
"He's not dead, you idiot. Do you see any parties? Are there clowns and giant chocolate frogs and big choirs of angels? No! Then he's not dead. He's just stunned, you idiot." Harry glanced over at the unconscious man. "Besides, you can conjure up a couch now, Draco. I don't know why you're so upset."
Draco sniffed.
"I - I 'spose. . ." he said.
". . .OH MY GOD, WE'RE GOING TO BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE. WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?!? RON, RON WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME. RON, YOU GOT US INTO THIS MESS, NOW SOLVE IT!"
Draco pulled his wand back out of his pocket and conjured up his green couch again. With a nervous glance over at Professor Snape, Draco climbed cautiously onto the seat. When he was settled comfortably and Snape had made no attempt to vanish the sofa away from under him, Draco beamed. Another flick of his wand later, Draco was holding a sliver goblet of pumpkin juice and the latest copy of 'Witch Weekly'. As an afterthought, he twirled his wand again and a large floppy sunhat appeared on his silver- blonde head. He tugged the side of it down to hide all the 'nasty Gryffindors' from his view, them flipped to the gossip page.
On the other side of the caved in dungeon, Hermione was still ranting. Draco's beating seemed to have knocked Ron out of his daze somewhat, and he began to look horrified at what he had done.
"Oh Lord. . . I stunned Snape. . ."
". . . NO KIDDING, GENIUS! HE'S STUNNED, RON. YOU STUNNED HIM. HE'S OUT COLD. WHEN HE WAKES UP YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN SUCH DEEP WATER, MISTER. . ."
"Ah, don't worry about it, Ron. I mean, if anything, you should get a medal. Order of Merlin, First Class I'd say. You have successfully prevented Cannibalism occurring here today." Harry's eyes glazed over somewhat. "This is one of the happiest moments of my life. . ."
". . . STUNNED! STUNNED! OH MY GOD. . . OH MY GOD. . ."
Harry sat down next to Ron and conjured up a chess board.
"Fancy a game of Wizard's Chess, Ron?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, then, casting a glance over towards the comatose Potions Master, he sat down with Harry.
"You're going down, mate. There's no way you can beat a teacher-stunner."
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A/N My poor Snape. It hurt to write that, it really did. . . :P Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you!
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Disclaimer: Don't own.
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Neville felt someone patting his hand. He was lying down - not in bed either, judging by the hardness of whatever it was he *was* lying on. Not to mention that sharp, pointy thing digging into his back. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he saw Hermione's concerned face peering over his. Shocked by this rather random turn of events (at least so he thought - last thing he remembered was eating a bowl of porridge for breakfast).
He screamed and bolted upright, banging his forehead against Hermione's chin. Hermione shrieked and fell backwards, cupping her rapidly swelling jaw painfully in her hands as her eyes welled up with shocked tears. Neville stood up, screaming all the while. His hands her clenched firmly to either side of his face. Wide eyes wide open, he looked around the caved in dungeon. His knees were trembling as he took in the situation. He turned and his eyes rested on everybody's favourite potions master. In ordinary circumstances, Neville would have avoided this man at all costs. This situation, however, was anything *but* ordinary. Seeing Snape as the authority figure, and thus, the only person in the dungeon who cold get them out of the situation, Neville flung himself onto the disgusted-looking Professor.
"Professor!" he cried, and then let out a stream of jumble, incomprehensible wailing's. "Where are we?!? How do we get out?!? HELP! HELP!"
Snape fruitlessly tried to pry the hysterical boy off by poking him in the stomach with his wand. When this didn't work, Snape rolled his eyes and stunned Neville. Eye's wide open with shock, Neville slid to the ground.
While Snape was still glaring at the unconscious student, Ron did something very stupid. I mean. . . brave. . . it's hard to tell with Gryffindors.
"Don't you stun my friend, you overgrown bat! Stupefy!" He yelled. A jet of light flew across the enclosed space and hit Snape in the middle of his chest. The Professor froze, his wand still gripped tightly in his right hand, and then fell to the ground, landing on top of the comatose Neville.
There was a moment of silence. Then -
"RON! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?! YOU JUST STUNNED A PROFESSOR!"
Ron looked as if he didn't know quite *what* he was doing - he was staring white-faced at the limp body on the ground. His eyes were bugging out of his face and his mouth was hanging open. His wand clattered to the floor, forgotten, as his hands flew to his head and he started tugging at his hair.
"OH MY GOD, RON! YOU JUST STUNNED PROFESSOR SNAPE! RON! RON? ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?! YOU JUST STUNNED A TEACHER! RON! RONALD WEASLEY! YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME! FOR GOD'S SAKE, RON, YOU JUST STUNNED A PROFESSOR -"
Hermione continued her hysterical tirade, waving her arms frantically in the air, her swollen jaw forgotten as she screamed at her friend.
Draco sat in the corner, staring in alarm at his beloved Head of House.
Harry, however, seemed to be the only person who thought this change of event was a turn for the better. The fact was, he was positively relieved that the Potion's master was now unconscious.
"You stunned Snape!" he laughed, slapping Ron on the back. "He can't eat me now!" Harry cried joyfully and began jumping up and down on the spot.
Ron and Draco were still speechless, both of them gazing in horror at the man one loved and one loathed, lying spread eagled on the ground.
". . .A TEACHER, RON. HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR OUR EDUCATION SYSTEM WHATSOEVER?"
Ron didn't seem to notice anything that was going on around him - not Hermione screaming, nor Harry clapping his hands ecstatically nor even his own hands pulling out tufts of fiery red hair from his own head.
"DO YOU REALISE HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'LL BE IN? FIRST YOU MAKE THE ENTIRE CASTLE FALL DOWN, CAUSING US TO BE TRAPPED IN THIS STUPID CAVED IN DUNGEON FOR GOD KNOWS HOW MANY HOURS AND THEN YOU STUN OUR TEACHER! RON! RON, YOU CAST A SPELL ON OUR PROFESSOR! RON, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
Ron wasn't listening to Hermione. In fact, no one was.
Draco slowly got up from his seat on the floor. He walked over the Snape and crouched down beside the oblivious man. Slowly he reached out a hand and stroked the greasy, black hair.
Then he burst into tears.
"You killed Snape!" he cried. "You killed him!"
Draco stood up and ran at Ron, scratching and biting him. Harry intervened and gave Draco a harsh slap around the face. Draco stopped lashing out and just stood in front of Harry, his bottom lip quivering and his hand on his red cheek.
"He's not dead, you idiot. Do you see any parties? Are there clowns and giant chocolate frogs and big choirs of angels? No! Then he's not dead. He's just stunned, you idiot." Harry glanced over at the unconscious man. "Besides, you can conjure up a couch now, Draco. I don't know why you're so upset."
Draco sniffed.
"I - I 'spose. . ." he said.
". . .OH MY GOD, WE'RE GOING TO BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE. WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?!? RON, RON WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME. RON, YOU GOT US INTO THIS MESS, NOW SOLVE IT!"
Draco pulled his wand back out of his pocket and conjured up his green couch again. With a nervous glance over at Professor Snape, Draco climbed cautiously onto the seat. When he was settled comfortably and Snape had made no attempt to vanish the sofa away from under him, Draco beamed. Another flick of his wand later, Draco was holding a sliver goblet of pumpkin juice and the latest copy of 'Witch Weekly'. As an afterthought, he twirled his wand again and a large floppy sunhat appeared on his silver- blonde head. He tugged the side of it down to hide all the 'nasty Gryffindors' from his view, them flipped to the gossip page.
On the other side of the caved in dungeon, Hermione was still ranting. Draco's beating seemed to have knocked Ron out of his daze somewhat, and he began to look horrified at what he had done.
"Oh Lord. . . I stunned Snape. . ."
". . . NO KIDDING, GENIUS! HE'S STUNNED, RON. YOU STUNNED HIM. HE'S OUT COLD. WHEN HE WAKES UP YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN SUCH DEEP WATER, MISTER. . ."
"Ah, don't worry about it, Ron. I mean, if anything, you should get a medal. Order of Merlin, First Class I'd say. You have successfully prevented Cannibalism occurring here today." Harry's eyes glazed over somewhat. "This is one of the happiest moments of my life. . ."
". . . STUNNED! STUNNED! OH MY GOD. . . OH MY GOD. . ."
Harry sat down next to Ron and conjured up a chess board.
"Fancy a game of Wizard's Chess, Ron?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, then, casting a glance over towards the comatose Potions Master, he sat down with Harry.
"You're going down, mate. There's no way you can beat a teacher-stunner."
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A/N My poor Snape. It hurt to write that, it really did. . . :P Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you!