WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language and sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.
DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: During POA
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I was just about finished, and then the Order of the Phoenix came out ... sort of stalled my endeavors. But I'm back, and I have a few chapters done, so they'll be up shortly. Keep those reviews coming. And check out the link at the end of this chapter.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore watched as the Potions Professor pulled yet another book off the shelf. He flipped through the pages almost franticly.
"Missulena Spider," he said absently. "This does not make sense!" Snape growled throwing the book down among a number of others.
"Severus," Dumbledore finally spoke. Snape startled at the sudden presence of the Headmaster.
He regained his composure and stood, flipping his black hair out of his face. "What can I do for you, Headmaster?"
Pretending as if he hadn't seen Snape's outburst just moments before, he answered. "I went to see DeAndry in the hospital wing."
"Is she alright?" Snape asked, trying to sound like he honestly didn't care.
"She had a reaction to the venom. Under normal circumstances a slight pinch would be the extent of the pain the Missulena would inflict." Not wanting to go into detail, Dumbledore laughed. "But, obviously, you knew that." Snape didn't say anything, so Dumbledore continued. "Despite everything, I think there was more fear than actual pain. She's deathly afraid of spiders. I can't believe you actually got her close enough so one could bite her."
Letting his apathetic tone waver just slightly, he ventured another question. "How long will she be in the infirmary?"
"Poppy is releasing her as we speak. She will be back to her charming self by classes tomorrow morning."
Snape scoffed, rolling his eyes, his worry completely gone from his voice. He turned away from the Headmaster. "Charming," he said under his breath.
"You don't think Miss Harris is charming?" Dumbledore asked his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Snape avoided Dumbledore by rummaging around in a supply cupboard. "She has become quiet insufferable in her last year here."
Dumbledore chuckled. "And as I recall, you had a very similar disposition your last year."
"I never did anything to merit a detention," Snape said turning to face him.
"Or at least you didn't get caught."
Snape just stared at the Headmaster through half closed eyes. "Is there anything more I can do for you?"
Dumbledore smiled. "No, I think that covers it."
*****
DeAndry was searching through her Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions book trying to see if perhaps is was a common reaction she had to the spider venom. She was turning the page carefully with her wounded hand when Harry, Ron and Hermione joined her in the common room.
"Hey," Ron was the first to speak as the three made their way to her table.
"Hey," DeAndry said, closing her book.
"We heard what happened," Hermione said, looking sympathetically toward DeAndry's hand.
"I hate spiders," Ron added with a shudder.
DeAndry nodded in agreement. "You and me both."
"I think Wood was looking for you," Harry chimed in. "He went straight to the Hospital Wing after practice. He looked worried."
"I wasn't that worried." All four of the Gryffindors turned around to find Wood, still in his Quidditch robes.
"Come on you two," Hermione said pulling at Ron and Harry's sleeves. "We have some Potions homework to study for."
"Aww. 'Mione," Ron whined. Hermione flashed a quick smile to DeAndry and pulled the complaining boys away.
Wood sat down in the chair across from DeAndry.
"I heard what happened," Wood started. " Are you alright?"
"Madame Pomfrey said I had an allergic reaction to the spider's venom. Messed me up pretty good." She paused and looked down at the ground. "Professor Snape practically had to carry me to the Hospital Wing."
"That must have been embarrassing," Wood said with a slight smirk.
"You're telling me. So you heard right after practice?" Wood nodded. "Wow. It's amazing how quickly things fly in this school."
"Especially when two certain red-headed twins hear about them first." Wood couldn't help but smile. "Those two are amazing."
There was a long moment where nothing was said. DeAndry looked everywhere but straight at Wood.
"Been spending a lot of time with them."
DeAndry frowned. For a moment she didn't know if she had said that or if he had.
"Yes, you have," Wood finally said.
It must have been her.
"How bout this," Wood said leaning forward, as if to propose something. "You start spending some more time with me. It'll be like it was before. Then we can figure out what you should do after you graduate." Wood flashed her an enormous grin. "Oh, and one more thing … no more detentions, k?"
DeAndry had to smile. He really was a good friend.
Just behind Wood, the Weasley twins had appeared and were waving their hands, trying to get DeAndry's attention.
"Wood, there is one more thing I have to do. And there is a very good chance it'll land me another detention. But I have to do it."
*****
The twins had ever base covered by the time DeAndry was released from the Hospital Wing. And when they came to get her from the common room that evening, they were ready to create some mayhem.
"I didn't think Wood was gonna let you go," Fred said once the three of them were on their way to the dungeons.
"Yeah," George chimed in. "I had to promise to take the fall for you if we get caught," he said hitting DeAndry playfully.
"As if that would happen," Fred said rolling his eyes.
They stopped at the Potions Room door.
"You know he's going to have it warded," DeAndry brought to the twins' attention lazily. She knew they would have that angle covered, but she decided to bring it up anyway.
"Of course we do." Fred leaned in towards the door and whispered something under his breath. There was a deep clank and Fred stepped backwards extravagantly.
"I'm not even going to ask how you found out that password," DeAndry said shaking her head. She reached out and took the handle without thinking. The pain from the bite in her hand reared up again. "Ow ..."
"Well stop using your hand," Fred said frowning. He pushed his way past his brother and DeAndry. The classroom was pitch black.
"Lumos." It was DeAndry's wand that cast the only light. George and Fred were already gathering the supplies in the dark. DeAndry lit a single candle in the classroom.
"That's about as useful as pissing in the wind," Fred said putting a jar back on one of the top shelves.
There was a moment of silence as the twins kept rummaging for supplies.
"Eww!" DeAndry said scrunching up her face.
"What?" the twins asked in unison.
"'Pissing in the wind.' What a disgusting analogy. Brits are weird." DeAndry shook her head trying to relieve herself of he mental picture.
Both Fred and George rolled their eyes. "Yeah, like American's aren't," Fred said and George nodded in agreement.
After a moment longer, gathering supplies from Snape's stores, George mixed the needed ingredients in a round glass vile.
"Alright," George said standing. "You guys ready?" Both DeAndry and Fred nodded. "Wands ready."
With a wicked smile, George tossed the vile up in the air, to the middle of the classroom.
"Now!" Fred called.
"Elacte!" all three cast, and short bursts flew from each of their wands. The glass casing disintegrated and the finite powder fell all across the potions room. Even though there was a small amount of light in the room, every particle of it was reflected on the millions of grains floating slowly to rest on the furniture.
"It's beautiful," DeAndry gasped.
"Just wait," Fred whispered.
In less than a second, the furniture flickered and then disappeared all together.
"You two are amazing wizards," DeAndry commended gazing out in to the now seemingly empty room. "Too bad your talents are wasted on evil and not good."
George threw his arm around DeAndry's shoulder, taking a good look at their more recent triumph. "This isn't evil. This is a quest for good."
Fred came up on the other side of DeAndry, wrapping his arm around her waist. "The quest for finding and removing the bug that crawled up and died in Snape's ass."
All three laughed, and turned away together, leaving the Potions classroom and all of the invisible furniture behind.
*****
The next morning DeAndry tried desperately to suppress her laughter as she entered the Potions room. All the students were extremely confused by the lack of desks, chairs, and shelves. Snape seemed to be floating in mid air, writing on a piece of parchment, which appeared to be floating in the same placement the desktop would have been.
"Sit!" Snape growled, obviously more irritated than usual.
Flint was the first to speak. "Where?"
That was obviously the wrong thing to say.
"Don't make me tell you again!" Snape yelled standing.
DeAndry was the first to move. She groped in the air until finally found a chair. She pulled the invisible seat out and sat down. Snape's lips thinned as he glared at her, ignoring the rest of the class trying to locate their transparent seats. DeAndry smiled slyly, and gave a quick wave to her professor with her bandaged hand.
The look that Snape shot her, showed that he knew it was her who did it. But there was no way he could prove it.
"Is this what you did?" Wood asked under his breath, finally finding a seat next to DeAndry.
She just smiled.
The rest of the Potions class was absolute hell. On top of no one being able to see any of the furniture, Snape was in an awful mood, and because of it, every house, including Slytherin, lost points in that hour.
It was wonderful.
*****
That evening, there were so many rumors flying around the Gryffindor common room. The news of the invisible Potions Room had caused quite the ruckus. DeAndry knew Snape could have easily reversed the spell, so she wondered why exactly he hadn't fixed everything before classes.
She shrugged. She wasn't even going to think about trying to decipher the inner workings of that man's mind.
"DeAndry," a second year girl cut into the chatter in the common room. "The Headmaster would like to speak with you. In his office."
DeAndry sighed, and somewhere behind her someone was saying, "Harris has done it this time."
She snuck out of the Gryffindor tower with no comment from anyone, except the Fat Lady, who was clucking her tongue at the fact that DeAndry was getting sent to the Headmaster's office.
But DeAndry really wasn't worried. She knew Dumbledore had a soft spot for her, with good reason, but that wasn't something she advertised.
"DeAndry, please come in," Professor Dumbledore's voice rang almost as soon as she had made her way up the spiral staircase.
DeAndry smiled at the Headmaster, and was just about to say something very cute and charming when a rustle behind her, caught her attention. Instantly she turned her head, only to have the smile wiped completely off her face.
It was Snape. She was in trouble.
"Professor," she nodded curtly. He nodded back, with almost the slightest hint of a smile.
Deep trouble.
"Since this year began, you have gotten a total of four detentions, one hundred thirty house points deducted, and there were two incidents that despite the fact you were not punished for, I suspect you had a hand in."
DeAndry sank down into a red plush chair next to Professor Snape.
"And if I could prove that you broke into my potions room, stole ingredients, and turned my furniture invisible ..." Snape said with a deadly glare.
DeAndry curled her lip at Snape. There was no way she would admit to doing anything to Snape.
Dumbledore ignored the exchange between the professor and his student, and turned to face DeAndry. "Was it you who turned the Potions room's furniture invisible?"
DeAndry's lungs constricted. She could deny her actions to Snape all day, but to Dumbledore ... She couldn't lie to the Headmaster. Her gaze fell to floor.
"Yes." That had always been a weakness of hers.
DeAndry didn't have to look up to see the smile on Snape's lips.
Dumbledore sighed. "I'm disappointed in you, Miss Harris."
DeAndry's head sank even further and she tried to look anywhere but directly at Dumbledore. Disappointment was so much worse than anger.
"Now, I know you didn't do this on your own, so I have decided not to give you another detention." Snape was just about to argue. "As I see it," Dumbledore said forcefully, eyeing the Potions Master, "you have too much time on your hands. Because of this, I have arranged for you to assist Professor Snape with a project."
"What?" This came from both DeAndry and Professor Snape.
"Why him?" DeAndry suddenly wasn't afraid to look either of the two men in the eye.
"Because, you owe him."
DeAndry stood. "The way I see it, if anyone owes anyone, it's him owing me."
"Excuse me?" Suddenly Snape was standing as well, towering over his student.
"Perhaps." The Headmaster folded his hands in front of him.
Shocked at Dumbledore agreeing with DeAndry, Snape cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" he repeated a little louder.
But Dumbledore ignored him, and continued. "Then he shall be lending his expertise, to further your education."
Both DeAndry and Professor Snape were at a loss for words. They stood at the edge of Dumbledore's desk, staring at him in disbelief.
"But-" DeAndry started. She was cut off as Dumbledore looked her down over his half moon spectacles.
"It has already been decided," the Headmaster spoke solidly.
DeAndry squinted her eyes. "You are very meddlesome, Headmaster."
*****
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Potterverse characters. They are owned by JK Rowling.
DeAndry Harris, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: During POA
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I was just about finished, and then the Order of the Phoenix came out ... sort of stalled my endeavors. But I'm back, and I have a few chapters done, so they'll be up shortly. Keep those reviews coming. And check out the link at the end of this chapter.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore watched as the Potions Professor pulled yet another book off the shelf. He flipped through the pages almost franticly.
"Missulena Spider," he said absently. "This does not make sense!" Snape growled throwing the book down among a number of others.
"Severus," Dumbledore finally spoke. Snape startled at the sudden presence of the Headmaster.
He regained his composure and stood, flipping his black hair out of his face. "What can I do for you, Headmaster?"
Pretending as if he hadn't seen Snape's outburst just moments before, he answered. "I went to see DeAndry in the hospital wing."
"Is she alright?" Snape asked, trying to sound like he honestly didn't care.
"She had a reaction to the venom. Under normal circumstances a slight pinch would be the extent of the pain the Missulena would inflict." Not wanting to go into detail, Dumbledore laughed. "But, obviously, you knew that." Snape didn't say anything, so Dumbledore continued. "Despite everything, I think there was more fear than actual pain. She's deathly afraid of spiders. I can't believe you actually got her close enough so one could bite her."
Letting his apathetic tone waver just slightly, he ventured another question. "How long will she be in the infirmary?"
"Poppy is releasing her as we speak. She will be back to her charming self by classes tomorrow morning."
Snape scoffed, rolling his eyes, his worry completely gone from his voice. He turned away from the Headmaster. "Charming," he said under his breath.
"You don't think Miss Harris is charming?" Dumbledore asked his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Snape avoided Dumbledore by rummaging around in a supply cupboard. "She has become quiet insufferable in her last year here."
Dumbledore chuckled. "And as I recall, you had a very similar disposition your last year."
"I never did anything to merit a detention," Snape said turning to face him.
"Or at least you didn't get caught."
Snape just stared at the Headmaster through half closed eyes. "Is there anything more I can do for you?"
Dumbledore smiled. "No, I think that covers it."
*****
DeAndry was searching through her Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions book trying to see if perhaps is was a common reaction she had to the spider venom. She was turning the page carefully with her wounded hand when Harry, Ron and Hermione joined her in the common room.
"Hey," Ron was the first to speak as the three made their way to her table.
"Hey," DeAndry said, closing her book.
"We heard what happened," Hermione said, looking sympathetically toward DeAndry's hand.
"I hate spiders," Ron added with a shudder.
DeAndry nodded in agreement. "You and me both."
"I think Wood was looking for you," Harry chimed in. "He went straight to the Hospital Wing after practice. He looked worried."
"I wasn't that worried." All four of the Gryffindors turned around to find Wood, still in his Quidditch robes.
"Come on you two," Hermione said pulling at Ron and Harry's sleeves. "We have some Potions homework to study for."
"Aww. 'Mione," Ron whined. Hermione flashed a quick smile to DeAndry and pulled the complaining boys away.
Wood sat down in the chair across from DeAndry.
"I heard what happened," Wood started. " Are you alright?"
"Madame Pomfrey said I had an allergic reaction to the spider's venom. Messed me up pretty good." She paused and looked down at the ground. "Professor Snape practically had to carry me to the Hospital Wing."
"That must have been embarrassing," Wood said with a slight smirk.
"You're telling me. So you heard right after practice?" Wood nodded. "Wow. It's amazing how quickly things fly in this school."
"Especially when two certain red-headed twins hear about them first." Wood couldn't help but smile. "Those two are amazing."
There was a long moment where nothing was said. DeAndry looked everywhere but straight at Wood.
"Been spending a lot of time with them."
DeAndry frowned. For a moment she didn't know if she had said that or if he had.
"Yes, you have," Wood finally said.
It must have been her.
"How bout this," Wood said leaning forward, as if to propose something. "You start spending some more time with me. It'll be like it was before. Then we can figure out what you should do after you graduate." Wood flashed her an enormous grin. "Oh, and one more thing … no more detentions, k?"
DeAndry had to smile. He really was a good friend.
Just behind Wood, the Weasley twins had appeared and were waving their hands, trying to get DeAndry's attention.
"Wood, there is one more thing I have to do. And there is a very good chance it'll land me another detention. But I have to do it."
*****
The twins had ever base covered by the time DeAndry was released from the Hospital Wing. And when they came to get her from the common room that evening, they were ready to create some mayhem.
"I didn't think Wood was gonna let you go," Fred said once the three of them were on their way to the dungeons.
"Yeah," George chimed in. "I had to promise to take the fall for you if we get caught," he said hitting DeAndry playfully.
"As if that would happen," Fred said rolling his eyes.
They stopped at the Potions Room door.
"You know he's going to have it warded," DeAndry brought to the twins' attention lazily. She knew they would have that angle covered, but she decided to bring it up anyway.
"Of course we do." Fred leaned in towards the door and whispered something under his breath. There was a deep clank and Fred stepped backwards extravagantly.
"I'm not even going to ask how you found out that password," DeAndry said shaking her head. She reached out and took the handle without thinking. The pain from the bite in her hand reared up again. "Ow ..."
"Well stop using your hand," Fred said frowning. He pushed his way past his brother and DeAndry. The classroom was pitch black.
"Lumos." It was DeAndry's wand that cast the only light. George and Fred were already gathering the supplies in the dark. DeAndry lit a single candle in the classroom.
"That's about as useful as pissing in the wind," Fred said putting a jar back on one of the top shelves.
There was a moment of silence as the twins kept rummaging for supplies.
"Eww!" DeAndry said scrunching up her face.
"What?" the twins asked in unison.
"'Pissing in the wind.' What a disgusting analogy. Brits are weird." DeAndry shook her head trying to relieve herself of he mental picture.
Both Fred and George rolled their eyes. "Yeah, like American's aren't," Fred said and George nodded in agreement.
After a moment longer, gathering supplies from Snape's stores, George mixed the needed ingredients in a round glass vile.
"Alright," George said standing. "You guys ready?" Both DeAndry and Fred nodded. "Wands ready."
With a wicked smile, George tossed the vile up in the air, to the middle of the classroom.
"Now!" Fred called.
"Elacte!" all three cast, and short bursts flew from each of their wands. The glass casing disintegrated and the finite powder fell all across the potions room. Even though there was a small amount of light in the room, every particle of it was reflected on the millions of grains floating slowly to rest on the furniture.
"It's beautiful," DeAndry gasped.
"Just wait," Fred whispered.
In less than a second, the furniture flickered and then disappeared all together.
"You two are amazing wizards," DeAndry commended gazing out in to the now seemingly empty room. "Too bad your talents are wasted on evil and not good."
George threw his arm around DeAndry's shoulder, taking a good look at their more recent triumph. "This isn't evil. This is a quest for good."
Fred came up on the other side of DeAndry, wrapping his arm around her waist. "The quest for finding and removing the bug that crawled up and died in Snape's ass."
All three laughed, and turned away together, leaving the Potions classroom and all of the invisible furniture behind.
*****
The next morning DeAndry tried desperately to suppress her laughter as she entered the Potions room. All the students were extremely confused by the lack of desks, chairs, and shelves. Snape seemed to be floating in mid air, writing on a piece of parchment, which appeared to be floating in the same placement the desktop would have been.
"Sit!" Snape growled, obviously more irritated than usual.
Flint was the first to speak. "Where?"
That was obviously the wrong thing to say.
"Don't make me tell you again!" Snape yelled standing.
DeAndry was the first to move. She groped in the air until finally found a chair. She pulled the invisible seat out and sat down. Snape's lips thinned as he glared at her, ignoring the rest of the class trying to locate their transparent seats. DeAndry smiled slyly, and gave a quick wave to her professor with her bandaged hand.
The look that Snape shot her, showed that he knew it was her who did it. But there was no way he could prove it.
"Is this what you did?" Wood asked under his breath, finally finding a seat next to DeAndry.
She just smiled.
The rest of the Potions class was absolute hell. On top of no one being able to see any of the furniture, Snape was in an awful mood, and because of it, every house, including Slytherin, lost points in that hour.
It was wonderful.
*****
That evening, there were so many rumors flying around the Gryffindor common room. The news of the invisible Potions Room had caused quite the ruckus. DeAndry knew Snape could have easily reversed the spell, so she wondered why exactly he hadn't fixed everything before classes.
She shrugged. She wasn't even going to think about trying to decipher the inner workings of that man's mind.
"DeAndry," a second year girl cut into the chatter in the common room. "The Headmaster would like to speak with you. In his office."
DeAndry sighed, and somewhere behind her someone was saying, "Harris has done it this time."
She snuck out of the Gryffindor tower with no comment from anyone, except the Fat Lady, who was clucking her tongue at the fact that DeAndry was getting sent to the Headmaster's office.
But DeAndry really wasn't worried. She knew Dumbledore had a soft spot for her, with good reason, but that wasn't something she advertised.
"DeAndry, please come in," Professor Dumbledore's voice rang almost as soon as she had made her way up the spiral staircase.
DeAndry smiled at the Headmaster, and was just about to say something very cute and charming when a rustle behind her, caught her attention. Instantly she turned her head, only to have the smile wiped completely off her face.
It was Snape. She was in trouble.
"Professor," she nodded curtly. He nodded back, with almost the slightest hint of a smile.
Deep trouble.
"Since this year began, you have gotten a total of four detentions, one hundred thirty house points deducted, and there were two incidents that despite the fact you were not punished for, I suspect you had a hand in."
DeAndry sank down into a red plush chair next to Professor Snape.
"And if I could prove that you broke into my potions room, stole ingredients, and turned my furniture invisible ..." Snape said with a deadly glare.
DeAndry curled her lip at Snape. There was no way she would admit to doing anything to Snape.
Dumbledore ignored the exchange between the professor and his student, and turned to face DeAndry. "Was it you who turned the Potions room's furniture invisible?"
DeAndry's lungs constricted. She could deny her actions to Snape all day, but to Dumbledore ... She couldn't lie to the Headmaster. Her gaze fell to floor.
"Yes." That had always been a weakness of hers.
DeAndry didn't have to look up to see the smile on Snape's lips.
Dumbledore sighed. "I'm disappointed in you, Miss Harris."
DeAndry's head sank even further and she tried to look anywhere but directly at Dumbledore. Disappointment was so much worse than anger.
"Now, I know you didn't do this on your own, so I have decided not to give you another detention." Snape was just about to argue. "As I see it," Dumbledore said forcefully, eyeing the Potions Master, "you have too much time on your hands. Because of this, I have arranged for you to assist Professor Snape with a project."
"What?" This came from both DeAndry and Professor Snape.
"Why him?" DeAndry suddenly wasn't afraid to look either of the two men in the eye.
"Because, you owe him."
DeAndry stood. "The way I see it, if anyone owes anyone, it's him owing me."
"Excuse me?" Suddenly Snape was standing as well, towering over his student.
"Perhaps." The Headmaster folded his hands in front of him.
Shocked at Dumbledore agreeing with DeAndry, Snape cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" he repeated a little louder.
But Dumbledore ignored him, and continued. "Then he shall be lending his expertise, to further your education."
Both DeAndry and Professor Snape were at a loss for words. They stood at the edge of Dumbledore's desk, staring at him in disbelief.
"But-" DeAndry started. She was cut off as Dumbledore looked her down over his half moon spectacles.
"It has already been decided," the Headmaster spoke solidly.
DeAndry squinted her eyes. "You are very meddlesome, Headmaster."
*****
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