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Mind Games
Chapter Three
Harry grinned evilly as he watched the fifth year students enter the Potions classroom. He felt kind of sorry for the Gryffindors. They had to have Potions every morning this year because of OWLs, and he got to frolic about as a ghost, or something to that affect. Harry was already making plans for what he would do during the next two months, and he was about to put plan number one in action.
Ron and Hermione had visited his comatose body last night. Hermione had cried. He felt bad about not contacting them and telling them he was all right. Maybe he could just let them know, but make them promise not to tell anybody. Yes, that would be something to think about later, but right now class was about to start.
Harry had discovered something when he was playing around with his newly acquired "spirit powers" late last night. Apparently he didn't need to sleep. He discovered that he still had control over his magic even though he didn't use his wand. All he had to do was will something to happen with his mind. If he thought about it hard enough, it would happen. He had been able to summon a pillow from one of the hospital beds. Harry believed he would put his skills to the test, and what better way than in our very own potions classroom.
Snape banged into the room, much like he did yesterday, sneered at the class, and then started barking out orders. "Turn to page 179 in your book and read chapters thirteen through eighteen. I expect all of you to know these chapters by heart for the quiz that will begin in one hour. Although, I expect that some of you dunderheads," spat Snape with a pointed glare towards Neville, who shrunk down into his seat, "will not be able brew this potion if your life depended on it. Now get to work!"
The students hastily scrambled to unpack their books and began to read. Snape seemed to be grading papers behind his desk. Perfect. Although Harry knew he couldn't be heard, he still quietly crept up to the blackboard, made sure no one was looking, picked up the chalk, and then commenced to write on the board.
The Diary of Severus "Jub Jub" Snape
Dear Diary, I got really drunk last night and woke up naked in Filch's office. I was sore for the rest of the day in my bottom area. I think something happened because Filch keeps winking at me, and he even smiled when I walked by . . .
Harry had to stop there because he had run out of room. Nobody had seen what was written on the board yet, but Harry couldn't wait to see their reactions. He had decided he would make a "Dear Diary" entry for Snape whenever he got the chance.
The first one to notice was Dean Thomas, who looked up briefly from his reading and had to do a double take at the writing on the board. Harry watched as Dean's jaw dropped farther and farther as he read on. Dean jabbed Seamus Finnigan in the ribs and motioned for him to be quiet. He then discreetly pointed to the board. Seamus read the inscriptions and had to cover his mouth and nose to keep from laughing. He was quickly turning red from lack of oxygen.
Dean tapped Ron, who was sitting in front of him and pointed at the board. Confused, Ron looked at the board and read. Of course, Ronald "Tactful" Weasley had no qualms about laughing out loud. This drew the attention of the rest of the class.
They looked over at Ron, who had fallen off his chair in his mirth, and then looked up at the board. The majority of the class, minus Hermione and a few Slytherins, burst into gales of laughter. Snape stood up and stalked to the front of the class.
"Would you mind telling me what is so funny, Mr. Weasley, that you feel that you must disrupt my class," asked Snape in a low, dangerous voice. The class immediately stopped their laughter.
"Umm, er, I-I," stuttered Ron.
"You what Mr. Weasley," demanded Snape sharply. Draco Malfoy answered for him.
"Sir, it seems as if someone has written something on the board about you," said Malfoy. Snape turned and read what was on the board and then turned to face the class. The tension was as thick as pea soup and it was deadly quiet.
Snape's face had changed from the pale, sickly pallor that it normally had to a dark, pinkish tinge. "I want to the person who did this to know that if I ever, EVER even hear a whisper of you MIGHT have done this, I will make sure that person is expelled before they can even say Sheboigan. Is that understood?" asked Snape dangerously.
The student's nodded silently, although they exchanged confused glances with each other at their professor's choice of words. Sheboigan? Was that even a word? It sounded rather silly for someone as Professor Snape to say. What the class didn't hear, or see, was Harry Potter laughing uproariously in the corner of the room.
Harry had discovered another "spirit power" to use on his escapades. He had been listening to Snape's little warning and thought it would be funny for him to say something as stupid as "Sheboigan" during such a serious talk. The next thing Harry knew, Snape had actually said it! If he could put words into other people's mouth, literally, without them knowing it, then he could cause a whole bunch of trouble.
The class resumed as normal, or as normal as it could be after what had just happened, and Harry left to go back to the hospital wing. He had some more planning to do.
As he was walking into the Hospital Wing, he suddenly started thinking about Professor Dumbledore. How could the man put up with someone like Snape as an employee? He wondered how Dumbledore did it. It was probably hard, being Dumbledore that is.
All of the sudden, Harry started feeling dizzy. The room was spinning and he felt a pull at the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and willed the sickly sensation to pass. After about a minute, which felt more like hours to Harry, the spinning stopped and the nausiouness retreated.
Harry opened his eyes tentatively and was greatly surprised to see that he was in Dumbledore's office. And more importantly, to see that he was sitting behind Dumbledore's desk. Fawkes trilled quietly in the corner, and the great red phoenix gave him a penetrating look. How in the world did Harry end up here? He looked around for any sign of Professor Dumbledore, but didn't see the old man.
Harry reached up to run a hand through his hair, a nasty habit of his, and felt smooth, long hair. Harry looked down to his chest and was surprised to see a long, silvery beard. He then looked down at his hands, and saw that they were wrinkled with age. Harry screamed.
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Okay, I uploaded this chapter pretty fast, without thoroughly going over it, and then made some corrections a couple of hours later after I got home. I mean, I had just got out of the bath, not even toweled off yet, and my ride was here to go to a party. I had to find my clothes, which is rather hard considering the state of my room, finish this chapter and then get on the Internet and upload it. Needless to say, I was SO beyond "fashionable late".
NOTE! I revised my other two chapters. I realize that they were not my best work, and I blame that on the fact that I wrote both chapters at two o'clock in the morning. I'll try to work on the next chapter tomorrow. I usually get my work done on weekends, just a warning.
ALSO NOTE! Any prank ideas are more than welcomed. I will use the best ones in my story, and give credit to whomever had suggested the idea. Please Review! Your opinions mean very much to me.
Thanks,
Siripiritus
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Mind Games
Chapter Three
Harry grinned evilly as he watched the fifth year students enter the Potions classroom. He felt kind of sorry for the Gryffindors. They had to have Potions every morning this year because of OWLs, and he got to frolic about as a ghost, or something to that affect. Harry was already making plans for what he would do during the next two months, and he was about to put plan number one in action.
Ron and Hermione had visited his comatose body last night. Hermione had cried. He felt bad about not contacting them and telling them he was all right. Maybe he could just let them know, but make them promise not to tell anybody. Yes, that would be something to think about later, but right now class was about to start.
Harry had discovered something when he was playing around with his newly acquired "spirit powers" late last night. Apparently he didn't need to sleep. He discovered that he still had control over his magic even though he didn't use his wand. All he had to do was will something to happen with his mind. If he thought about it hard enough, it would happen. He had been able to summon a pillow from one of the hospital beds. Harry believed he would put his skills to the test, and what better way than in our very own potions classroom.
Snape banged into the room, much like he did yesterday, sneered at the class, and then started barking out orders. "Turn to page 179 in your book and read chapters thirteen through eighteen. I expect all of you to know these chapters by heart for the quiz that will begin in one hour. Although, I expect that some of you dunderheads," spat Snape with a pointed glare towards Neville, who shrunk down into his seat, "will not be able brew this potion if your life depended on it. Now get to work!"
The students hastily scrambled to unpack their books and began to read. Snape seemed to be grading papers behind his desk. Perfect. Although Harry knew he couldn't be heard, he still quietly crept up to the blackboard, made sure no one was looking, picked up the chalk, and then commenced to write on the board.
The Diary of Severus "Jub Jub" Snape
Dear Diary, I got really drunk last night and woke up naked in Filch's office. I was sore for the rest of the day in my bottom area. I think something happened because Filch keeps winking at me, and he even smiled when I walked by . . .
Harry had to stop there because he had run out of room. Nobody had seen what was written on the board yet, but Harry couldn't wait to see their reactions. He had decided he would make a "Dear Diary" entry for Snape whenever he got the chance.
The first one to notice was Dean Thomas, who looked up briefly from his reading and had to do a double take at the writing on the board. Harry watched as Dean's jaw dropped farther and farther as he read on. Dean jabbed Seamus Finnigan in the ribs and motioned for him to be quiet. He then discreetly pointed to the board. Seamus read the inscriptions and had to cover his mouth and nose to keep from laughing. He was quickly turning red from lack of oxygen.
Dean tapped Ron, who was sitting in front of him and pointed at the board. Confused, Ron looked at the board and read. Of course, Ronald "Tactful" Weasley had no qualms about laughing out loud. This drew the attention of the rest of the class.
They looked over at Ron, who had fallen off his chair in his mirth, and then looked up at the board. The majority of the class, minus Hermione and a few Slytherins, burst into gales of laughter. Snape stood up and stalked to the front of the class.
"Would you mind telling me what is so funny, Mr. Weasley, that you feel that you must disrupt my class," asked Snape in a low, dangerous voice. The class immediately stopped their laughter.
"Umm, er, I-I," stuttered Ron.
"You what Mr. Weasley," demanded Snape sharply. Draco Malfoy answered for him.
"Sir, it seems as if someone has written something on the board about you," said Malfoy. Snape turned and read what was on the board and then turned to face the class. The tension was as thick as pea soup and it was deadly quiet.
Snape's face had changed from the pale, sickly pallor that it normally had to a dark, pinkish tinge. "I want to the person who did this to know that if I ever, EVER even hear a whisper of you MIGHT have done this, I will make sure that person is expelled before they can even say Sheboigan. Is that understood?" asked Snape dangerously.
The student's nodded silently, although they exchanged confused glances with each other at their professor's choice of words. Sheboigan? Was that even a word? It sounded rather silly for someone as Professor Snape to say. What the class didn't hear, or see, was Harry Potter laughing uproariously in the corner of the room.
Harry had discovered another "spirit power" to use on his escapades. He had been listening to Snape's little warning and thought it would be funny for him to say something as stupid as "Sheboigan" during such a serious talk. The next thing Harry knew, Snape had actually said it! If he could put words into other people's mouth, literally, without them knowing it, then he could cause a whole bunch of trouble.
The class resumed as normal, or as normal as it could be after what had just happened, and Harry left to go back to the hospital wing. He had some more planning to do.
As he was walking into the Hospital Wing, he suddenly started thinking about Professor Dumbledore. How could the man put up with someone like Snape as an employee? He wondered how Dumbledore did it. It was probably hard, being Dumbledore that is.
All of the sudden, Harry started feeling dizzy. The room was spinning and he felt a pull at the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and willed the sickly sensation to pass. After about a minute, which felt more like hours to Harry, the spinning stopped and the nausiouness retreated.
Harry opened his eyes tentatively and was greatly surprised to see that he was in Dumbledore's office. And more importantly, to see that he was sitting behind Dumbledore's desk. Fawkes trilled quietly in the corner, and the great red phoenix gave him a penetrating look. How in the world did Harry end up here? He looked around for any sign of Professor Dumbledore, but didn't see the old man.
Harry reached up to run a hand through his hair, a nasty habit of his, and felt smooth, long hair. Harry looked down to his chest and was surprised to see a long, silvery beard. He then looked down at his hands, and saw that they were wrinkled with age. Harry screamed.
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Okay, I uploaded this chapter pretty fast, without thoroughly going over it, and then made some corrections a couple of hours later after I got home. I mean, I had just got out of the bath, not even toweled off yet, and my ride was here to go to a party. I had to find my clothes, which is rather hard considering the state of my room, finish this chapter and then get on the Internet and upload it. Needless to say, I was SO beyond "fashionable late".
NOTE! I revised my other two chapters. I realize that they were not my best work, and I blame that on the fact that I wrote both chapters at two o'clock in the morning. I'll try to work on the next chapter tomorrow. I usually get my work done on weekends, just a warning.
ALSO NOTE! Any prank ideas are more than welcomed. I will use the best ones in my story, and give credit to whomever had suggested the idea. Please Review! Your opinions mean very much to me.
Thanks,
Siripiritus