Chapter Thirty Five: 195-'s
Ron decided to go first thing to the head's tower, in no need for a rather large shock, which he knew was awaiting the rest of the castle.
Harry presumed wrong when he thought that his trusty friend had gone down to breakfast.
Sadly he wasn't the first to arrive.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL!?" He knew that voice well enough; he had this specific teacher twice a week in his worst subject, potions.
Harry ran to see what the matter was, being the kind and worried, and well and curious person he was.
Looking in the hall he had to run his eyes twice.
There stood Snape alright, and the hall, but neither were recognizable.
The hall for one looked as if it came out of an old TV show from the fifties.
Snape looked like on the professors from that time, with a white t-blouse and a sweater vest in grey. The only thing that seemed even a bit normal was the fact that he was wearing black trousers.
Harry thought that Snape couldn't get any paler, but there he was, white washed.
Harry stepped foreword. "Professor?"
Snape stopped surveying his own newly acquired appearance, and gazed over at his student, and burst out laughing.
"What?"
Snape summoned a mirror, and Harry looked in eyes filled with horror.
He supported bottle cap lenses and flood trousers, and a white blouse top similar to his professor, but with pens and pencils stuffed everyplace imaginable. Over it was a letter jacket with a large 'H' with a snitch on one corner, and the left side supporting the letters 'Quddictch.' It was a grayish color as well, but lighter than his professors.
He had no color on him at all.
"What's going on?"
"Tell me potter, have your mum and dad been resurrected?"
"No."
"Then I know just who pulled this off." He muttered going up the head table. He pulled out his wand "Reversi!!!" no effect, except his hair now looked rather similar to how Harry's did to begin with.
"That isn't good is it?"
"No Potter," he spat, "It isn't."
Just then the other occupants of the hall walked in chatting, suddenly stopping and blocking the way as each person screamed or squeaked with fright.
Majority of the girls supported poodle skirts with their respected dog on each. Some just wore spandex trousers that went right below the knee. All of their hair became unnaturally curly and put up in pony tails and pigtails.
Some were even supporting heavy black cat eyed frames.
The guys had three categories. They either looked like Snape Harry or 50's bikers.
When Dumbledore walked in he had a small shirt that didn't cover his stomach, but a pair of pants that sure did, a cane and his long silver hair cut short in back.
"Oh look! What a wonderful joke, don't you agree Severus?"
They heard a shriek as McGonagall walked through and was instantly put in a rocking chair with all the knitting supplies.
She instantly turned into a cat and was found to be black and white.
Come to think of it, everything was black and white.
Ron, Hermione, Draco, tom, and Hanna were the only ones not present.
For only a short time.
When ron walked in, he supported big black sunglasses and a letter jacket. His pants looked rather normal, and he walked over to Harry. "You know, if you hadn't been wearing you glasses, you'd look normal." He pointed out.
Harry didn't question this knowledge. He took off the glasses and he suddenly looked like Ron.
"See?"
"Much better." Harry agreed. "What's going on here?"
"A prank I bet, the twins did something similar to my room. Whoever did this though outranks them big time."
Suddenly the doors banged open and in rode two motor bikes and a white haired and black haired seventh years, one with a bushy ash haired one, and on the other, a grey similar to his letter jacket.
Hermione jumped off the bike and ran to embrace her two friends. "Ron noticed what was going on, so we figured to make the best."
She had a blouse on that was tied in front right below her breasts and a pair of black khakis that didn't cover her bellybutton.
She had regular bleach white shoes and her hair was put up in a makeshift swirl in the back, in a rather messy look, with a pair of sunglasses on top.
The other girl looked similar, but with her locks up in a high pony.
Both of the guys wore the 'biker look' but did it better than the rest.
The blonde head walked over and grabbed Hermione by the waist.
"Careful you," he whispered into her ear and walked off.
She giggled. "I honestly love this time!"
"You should have seen me earlier Mione! I looked like a stereotyped.GEEK!" Harry complained.
"Really, how did you change?"
"Took off my glasses."
"Well, your fixed now, lets eat breakfast."
"Where are the tables?" Ron asked.
Rather good question.
While everyone else was busying themselves over fixing their oddly new ensembles, no one noticed the missing tables.
Hermione watched with joy, through her 'colored' vision as Slytherins and Gryffindors, and well as multiple other houses mixed and talked frantically, not throwing a single bad word or starting a fight.
'So,' she thought holding her necklace, 'they can get along afterall.'
"ATTENTION!" Dumbledore raised his hands. "No matter how much I appreciate the artwork and fine magical work, this cannot be allowed, so I ask everyone leave until we have the hall back under control."
Everyone filled out, with the exception of the last people in the hall.
"You as well, you five." Snape snapped.
"I just thought that you all would like to know that I think that this is just a prank." Ron explained.
"I believe that it is merely an illusionary spell." Hermione provided.
"Anyone could have access." Hanna pointed out.
"And it has been so long since anyone has had any fun," Tom reminded them.
"Ms. Granger, kindly turn the hall back to normal." Snape drawled.
"It wasn't me." She put up her hands in defense.
"Then LEAVE!" and they left.
But prior to being totally out the door they whispered back. "We come in search of the spirits that once lived with in the place, remember how beautiful you once were. Turn back and spin the thread through you. Even a thousand men forget, the beauty that you once were, you who were so beautiful, your masters have now returned." They said it in less than a whisper, and quicker then anything else.
But once the doors closed, everything was back to normal.
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Harry was waiting outside for Mione and Ron. When he saw them leave, he noticed their company.
Hanna Abbott, a Hufflepuff prefect, Tom the Head boy, and Malfoy.
"Boy, Ray and Dora will die when they hear of this!" And Malfoy was laughing, along with Ron and Hermione.
He liked it the way Snape had said it. "What in the bloody hell was going on?"
But one thing did make sense.
Draco was short for Draconis which is Latin for dragon. Draco Malfoy had given Mione her necklace.
She had a lot of explaining to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night they stayed up all night celebrating a job well done.
The entire staff was still befuddled as to what had go on that day, so they trusted it as a job well done.
They had also learned that they had about five hours to themselves in the great hall after hours.
All in all, not a bad piece of work.
Harry found Mione on the map and walked up to head tower. He was greeted by the Hogwarts crest.
"PASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWORSA?" the snake hissed.
"Need help Harry?" Ron stepped out from behind a pillar.
"What's the password?"
"They aren't expecting you." He warned.
"Bloody hell they are, tell me Ron what did I see with Malfoy and you five?"
"Harry calm down, Hermione promised to tell you everything on her assigned day!"
"TO bloody hell with the day, I want to talk now!"
Ron sighed. Yes he and Harry had temporarily changed personalities, and yes his friend was rarely ever this pissed off.
Ron faced the Snake "Silver." Then the Lion "Scarlet." Then the badger. "Saffron" and last the raven "Sapphire." He looked at the large 'H' and said softly "Decem de Core."
The 'H' Enlarged to a large door as the mascots greeted "Welcome Ron."
"I have a visitor." He thumbed Harry. They all nodded and they both entered the room.
"How did.?"
"We each have our own personal last password, and its voice checked." Ron Smirked "Mines Decem de Core, ten of hearts. Though you can't use it, even though you know it."
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AN:
So chappy in which a prank is pulled, what do you think?
Review and tell me JA!
Review
Relena~
Ron decided to go first thing to the head's tower, in no need for a rather large shock, which he knew was awaiting the rest of the castle.
Harry presumed wrong when he thought that his trusty friend had gone down to breakfast.
Sadly he wasn't the first to arrive.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL!?" He knew that voice well enough; he had this specific teacher twice a week in his worst subject, potions.
Harry ran to see what the matter was, being the kind and worried, and well and curious person he was.
Looking in the hall he had to run his eyes twice.
There stood Snape alright, and the hall, but neither were recognizable.
The hall for one looked as if it came out of an old TV show from the fifties.
Snape looked like on the professors from that time, with a white t-blouse and a sweater vest in grey. The only thing that seemed even a bit normal was the fact that he was wearing black trousers.
Harry thought that Snape couldn't get any paler, but there he was, white washed.
Harry stepped foreword. "Professor?"
Snape stopped surveying his own newly acquired appearance, and gazed over at his student, and burst out laughing.
"What?"
Snape summoned a mirror, and Harry looked in eyes filled with horror.
He supported bottle cap lenses and flood trousers, and a white blouse top similar to his professor, but with pens and pencils stuffed everyplace imaginable. Over it was a letter jacket with a large 'H' with a snitch on one corner, and the left side supporting the letters 'Quddictch.' It was a grayish color as well, but lighter than his professors.
He had no color on him at all.
"What's going on?"
"Tell me potter, have your mum and dad been resurrected?"
"No."
"Then I know just who pulled this off." He muttered going up the head table. He pulled out his wand "Reversi!!!" no effect, except his hair now looked rather similar to how Harry's did to begin with.
"That isn't good is it?"
"No Potter," he spat, "It isn't."
Just then the other occupants of the hall walked in chatting, suddenly stopping and blocking the way as each person screamed or squeaked with fright.
Majority of the girls supported poodle skirts with their respected dog on each. Some just wore spandex trousers that went right below the knee. All of their hair became unnaturally curly and put up in pony tails and pigtails.
Some were even supporting heavy black cat eyed frames.
The guys had three categories. They either looked like Snape Harry or 50's bikers.
When Dumbledore walked in he had a small shirt that didn't cover his stomach, but a pair of pants that sure did, a cane and his long silver hair cut short in back.
"Oh look! What a wonderful joke, don't you agree Severus?"
They heard a shriek as McGonagall walked through and was instantly put in a rocking chair with all the knitting supplies.
She instantly turned into a cat and was found to be black and white.
Come to think of it, everything was black and white.
Ron, Hermione, Draco, tom, and Hanna were the only ones not present.
For only a short time.
When ron walked in, he supported big black sunglasses and a letter jacket. His pants looked rather normal, and he walked over to Harry. "You know, if you hadn't been wearing you glasses, you'd look normal." He pointed out.
Harry didn't question this knowledge. He took off the glasses and he suddenly looked like Ron.
"See?"
"Much better." Harry agreed. "What's going on here?"
"A prank I bet, the twins did something similar to my room. Whoever did this though outranks them big time."
Suddenly the doors banged open and in rode two motor bikes and a white haired and black haired seventh years, one with a bushy ash haired one, and on the other, a grey similar to his letter jacket.
Hermione jumped off the bike and ran to embrace her two friends. "Ron noticed what was going on, so we figured to make the best."
She had a blouse on that was tied in front right below her breasts and a pair of black khakis that didn't cover her bellybutton.
She had regular bleach white shoes and her hair was put up in a makeshift swirl in the back, in a rather messy look, with a pair of sunglasses on top.
The other girl looked similar, but with her locks up in a high pony.
Both of the guys wore the 'biker look' but did it better than the rest.
The blonde head walked over and grabbed Hermione by the waist.
"Careful you," he whispered into her ear and walked off.
She giggled. "I honestly love this time!"
"You should have seen me earlier Mione! I looked like a stereotyped.GEEK!" Harry complained.
"Really, how did you change?"
"Took off my glasses."
"Well, your fixed now, lets eat breakfast."
"Where are the tables?" Ron asked.
Rather good question.
While everyone else was busying themselves over fixing their oddly new ensembles, no one noticed the missing tables.
Hermione watched with joy, through her 'colored' vision as Slytherins and Gryffindors, and well as multiple other houses mixed and talked frantically, not throwing a single bad word or starting a fight.
'So,' she thought holding her necklace, 'they can get along afterall.'
"ATTENTION!" Dumbledore raised his hands. "No matter how much I appreciate the artwork and fine magical work, this cannot be allowed, so I ask everyone leave until we have the hall back under control."
Everyone filled out, with the exception of the last people in the hall.
"You as well, you five." Snape snapped.
"I just thought that you all would like to know that I think that this is just a prank." Ron explained.
"I believe that it is merely an illusionary spell." Hermione provided.
"Anyone could have access." Hanna pointed out.
"And it has been so long since anyone has had any fun," Tom reminded them.
"Ms. Granger, kindly turn the hall back to normal." Snape drawled.
"It wasn't me." She put up her hands in defense.
"Then LEAVE!" and they left.
But prior to being totally out the door they whispered back. "We come in search of the spirits that once lived with in the place, remember how beautiful you once were. Turn back and spin the thread through you. Even a thousand men forget, the beauty that you once were, you who were so beautiful, your masters have now returned." They said it in less than a whisper, and quicker then anything else.
But once the doors closed, everything was back to normal.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was waiting outside for Mione and Ron. When he saw them leave, he noticed their company.
Hanna Abbott, a Hufflepuff prefect, Tom the Head boy, and Malfoy.
"Boy, Ray and Dora will die when they hear of this!" And Malfoy was laughing, along with Ron and Hermione.
He liked it the way Snape had said it. "What in the bloody hell was going on?"
But one thing did make sense.
Draco was short for Draconis which is Latin for dragon. Draco Malfoy had given Mione her necklace.
She had a lot of explaining to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night they stayed up all night celebrating a job well done.
The entire staff was still befuddled as to what had go on that day, so they trusted it as a job well done.
They had also learned that they had about five hours to themselves in the great hall after hours.
All in all, not a bad piece of work.
Harry found Mione on the map and walked up to head tower. He was greeted by the Hogwarts crest.
"PASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSWORSA?" the snake hissed.
"Need help Harry?" Ron stepped out from behind a pillar.
"What's the password?"
"They aren't expecting you." He warned.
"Bloody hell they are, tell me Ron what did I see with Malfoy and you five?"
"Harry calm down, Hermione promised to tell you everything on her assigned day!"
"TO bloody hell with the day, I want to talk now!"
Ron sighed. Yes he and Harry had temporarily changed personalities, and yes his friend was rarely ever this pissed off.
Ron faced the Snake "Silver." Then the Lion "Scarlet." Then the badger. "Saffron" and last the raven "Sapphire." He looked at the large 'H' and said softly "Decem de Core."
The 'H' Enlarged to a large door as the mascots greeted "Welcome Ron."
"I have a visitor." He thumbed Harry. They all nodded and they both entered the room.
"How did.?"
"We each have our own personal last password, and its voice checked." Ron Smirked "Mines Decem de Core, ten of hearts. Though you can't use it, even though you know it."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
AN:
So chappy in which a prank is pulled, what do you think?
Review and tell me JA!
Review
Relena~