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Ha! All I'm doing today is writing.
NOTE!!! FF.net is acting really weird. It says I have 43 reviews, but they don't show up. I only can see the twenty-seven from the first two chapters. I'm sorry if there is anything anybody asked that is important in those reviews, but I can't seem to access them. If anybody has a suggestion about what to do about my problem, email me at sadiebabie143@aol.com
ARGH! I HAVE 43 REVIEWS AND I CAN ONLY READ 27!!!!!
Why me?
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Mind Games
Chapter Five
Harry made his way to the kitchens. Now that he had a body, even if it was Snape's, he was in the mood for some food! He tickled the pear, which gave an eerie giggle, and made his way into the room.
Harry was immediately assaulted by about ten to twelve house-elves.
"What can Dinky do for Mr. Snape, sir?"
"Would Mr. Snape like Boopy to get Mr. Snape some food, sir?"
"Can Gaggy do Mr. Snape's laundry, sir?"
"Does Mr. Snape want Kinky to bring him his newly polished handcuffs, sir?"
"Does Mr. Snape wantsa Ja Ja Binky to get himsa some tea, sir?"
"Do you want Icky to shine your sticky shoes Mr. Snape, sir?"
"Can Yancy wipe your as-"
"QUIET!" bellowed Harry at the top of his lungs. The house-elves stopped their ever-flowing spring of questions and looked expectantly at Harry. He didn't think Snape would be so popular amongst the house-elves. Maybe it was because he was a Professor or something.
"Would one of you please get me as much food as you can carry and set it on that table over there?" asked Harry as he gestured to a medium sized table with two chairs. The house-elves bounced enthusiastically away to fill the order.
Harry sat down on the chair at the table and sighed. One thing he had missed while he hadn't been so solid was food. Soon the table Harry was sitting at was weighed down with different foods like chicken, salads, steaks, fruits, vegetables, and ten different kinds of deserts. Immediately, Harry started to stuff himself.
Once he had stuffed his face to his heart's content, he sat back in his chair and heaved a contented sigh. Harry jumped as he heard applause from the other side of the kitchen. He stood up quickly and spun around to find Minerva McGonnagal applauding him. Harry tried his best to mold Snape's facial features into a sneer, which wasn't that hard at all. Although, smiling hurt. Bad.
"Well done, Severus. I don't believe I've ever seen anybody do an impression of a pig eating its slop so well as you do," said McGonnagal wryly. Harry wanted to retort with a comment about his cousin, but reframed himself. He also reminded himself to call the woman Minerva.
"What business is it of yours, Minerva, about how I eat my pig` slop when I am supposedly alone?" asked Harry. He mentally patted himself on the back. He was getting better at this acting thing. He was almost even fooling himself while making a fool of Snape!
McGonnagal blinked and shook her head a bit.
"Oh, it's non of my business, but while you're down here being a glutton, Dumbledore has called a staff meeting, and I was volunteered to come and fetch you."
"Lead the way Snazzy Pants," Harry said curtly.
"Excuse me?" asked McGonnagal.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I said excuse me," said McGonnagal.
"Sure," replied Harry. McGonnagal just frowned at him. She turned on her heel and exited out of the portrait hole, all the while with Harry following.
"Thank you and come again," called one house-elf as the portrait door slammed shut behind the two.
Harry was nervous. What could the staff meeting be about? He hoped he wouldn't be caught, but then Harry reminded himself that there was no way he could be suspected. After all, Harry Potter was lying in a bed, comatose, and wasn't due to wake up for the next two months. What were the chances?
Harry was soon led to a non-descript wooden door. McGonnagal entered and sat on one of the couches next to Professor Vector, whom Harry did not know that well. Harry took his seat by the fireplace in a comfy looking armchair.
Dumbledore smile brightly. "Well, now that everyone is here, let us begin. First off, I would like to have the opinions of my staff. I believe I might be under some sort of selective memory spell. Either that or I must be feeling the effects of my old age."
Harry gulped inaudibly.
"You see," continued Dumbledore, "I was sitting at my desk earlier this afternoon, when all of the sudden I felt very sickly. I remember closing my eyes and then opening them. The feeling had passed, and I went about my business, not giving the occurrence a second thought. When Remus Lupin and his pet failed to arrive for their meeting, I went in search of the two. I found Remus in the Hospital Wing with Mr. Potter. Remus informed me that we did indeed have the meeting some time ago. Now I would like to here what you have to say on the matter."
'Well,' though Harry, 'At least I know Dumbledore doesn't know it was me, and that should mean that Snape won't remember either.' Harry started to get a most terrible, diabolical, and most evil idea in his mind, but it would have to wait later for further evaluation. His attention had to be focused on the present. Professor Sprout was the first one to speak up.
"Have you gone and seen Madame Pomfrey, Headmaster?"
"Yes, I went as soon as I had talked to Remus. She found no indication that it was my old age. I suspect it could have been a spell, but what would be the purpose of that? They wouldn't have gotten anything useful by controlling my body without my knowledge for that short period of time. Nothing happened," replied Dumbledore.
"Could it have been a potion?" asked Professor Shacklebolt, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore adopted a thoughtful look.
"Hmm, it could have possibly been. I do remember having my tea this morning, although I don't remember anything off about it," remarked Dumbledore.
"What do you think, Severus?" asked McGonnagal. Harry inwardly cursed his Head of House to all Nine Hells. 'Why oh why me?' he asked himself again for the second time that day.
"It could have been a potion or maybe a poison. I don't recall any potions that can control and give the victim selective memory loss," Harry replied. No one seemed to suspect him as they all went about talking about possible causes.
"Well, we will just have to gather tomorrow to figure out this little mystery as it is almost time for dinner. Same time tomorrow, now let us descend to dinner," said Dumbledore.
Everyone, including Harry, left to go down to dinner. During the mindless chatter of the teachers, Harry had been concocting his little plan. He would completely and totally embarrass Snape, and then abandon Snape's body right in the middle of what he would do. Harry chuckled darkly to himself. He couldn't wait to see Snape's reaction.
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Well, there's chapter five. That's two chapters in one day. I know they might be a tad bit short, but oh well, that just means you get a lot more chapters sooner. I WISH I COULD ACCESS MY REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, keep them coming. I can at least say "Hey! I got 43 reviews! I don't know what the hell they say, but still I got 43 reviews!"
Thanks, Siripiritus
Ha! All I'm doing today is writing.
NOTE!!! FF.net is acting really weird. It says I have 43 reviews, but they don't show up. I only can see the twenty-seven from the first two chapters. I'm sorry if there is anything anybody asked that is important in those reviews, but I can't seem to access them. If anybody has a suggestion about what to do about my problem, email me at sadiebabie143@aol.com
ARGH! I HAVE 43 REVIEWS AND I CAN ONLY READ 27!!!!!
Why me?
Thanks, Siripiritus.
`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`
Mind Games
Chapter Five
Harry made his way to the kitchens. Now that he had a body, even if it was Snape's, he was in the mood for some food! He tickled the pear, which gave an eerie giggle, and made his way into the room.
Harry was immediately assaulted by about ten to twelve house-elves.
"What can Dinky do for Mr. Snape, sir?"
"Would Mr. Snape like Boopy to get Mr. Snape some food, sir?"
"Can Gaggy do Mr. Snape's laundry, sir?"
"Does Mr. Snape want Kinky to bring him his newly polished handcuffs, sir?"
"Does Mr. Snape wantsa Ja Ja Binky to get himsa some tea, sir?"
"Do you want Icky to shine your sticky shoes Mr. Snape, sir?"
"Can Yancy wipe your as-"
"QUIET!" bellowed Harry at the top of his lungs. The house-elves stopped their ever-flowing spring of questions and looked expectantly at Harry. He didn't think Snape would be so popular amongst the house-elves. Maybe it was because he was a Professor or something.
"Would one of you please get me as much food as you can carry and set it on that table over there?" asked Harry as he gestured to a medium sized table with two chairs. The house-elves bounced enthusiastically away to fill the order.
Harry sat down on the chair at the table and sighed. One thing he had missed while he hadn't been so solid was food. Soon the table Harry was sitting at was weighed down with different foods like chicken, salads, steaks, fruits, vegetables, and ten different kinds of deserts. Immediately, Harry started to stuff himself.
Once he had stuffed his face to his heart's content, he sat back in his chair and heaved a contented sigh. Harry jumped as he heard applause from the other side of the kitchen. He stood up quickly and spun around to find Minerva McGonnagal applauding him. Harry tried his best to mold Snape's facial features into a sneer, which wasn't that hard at all. Although, smiling hurt. Bad.
"Well done, Severus. I don't believe I've ever seen anybody do an impression of a pig eating its slop so well as you do," said McGonnagal wryly. Harry wanted to retort with a comment about his cousin, but reframed himself. He also reminded himself to call the woman Minerva.
"What business is it of yours, Minerva, about how I eat my pig` slop when I am supposedly alone?" asked Harry. He mentally patted himself on the back. He was getting better at this acting thing. He was almost even fooling himself while making a fool of Snape!
McGonnagal blinked and shook her head a bit.
"Oh, it's non of my business, but while you're down here being a glutton, Dumbledore has called a staff meeting, and I was volunteered to come and fetch you."
"Lead the way Snazzy Pants," Harry said curtly.
"Excuse me?" asked McGonnagal.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I said excuse me," said McGonnagal.
"Sure," replied Harry. McGonnagal just frowned at him. She turned on her heel and exited out of the portrait hole, all the while with Harry following.
"Thank you and come again," called one house-elf as the portrait door slammed shut behind the two.
Harry was nervous. What could the staff meeting be about? He hoped he wouldn't be caught, but then Harry reminded himself that there was no way he could be suspected. After all, Harry Potter was lying in a bed, comatose, and wasn't due to wake up for the next two months. What were the chances?
Harry was soon led to a non-descript wooden door. McGonnagal entered and sat on one of the couches next to Professor Vector, whom Harry did not know that well. Harry took his seat by the fireplace in a comfy looking armchair.
Dumbledore smile brightly. "Well, now that everyone is here, let us begin. First off, I would like to have the opinions of my staff. I believe I might be under some sort of selective memory spell. Either that or I must be feeling the effects of my old age."
Harry gulped inaudibly.
"You see," continued Dumbledore, "I was sitting at my desk earlier this afternoon, when all of the sudden I felt very sickly. I remember closing my eyes and then opening them. The feeling had passed, and I went about my business, not giving the occurrence a second thought. When Remus Lupin and his pet failed to arrive for their meeting, I went in search of the two. I found Remus in the Hospital Wing with Mr. Potter. Remus informed me that we did indeed have the meeting some time ago. Now I would like to here what you have to say on the matter."
'Well,' though Harry, 'At least I know Dumbledore doesn't know it was me, and that should mean that Snape won't remember either.' Harry started to get a most terrible, diabolical, and most evil idea in his mind, but it would have to wait later for further evaluation. His attention had to be focused on the present. Professor Sprout was the first one to speak up.
"Have you gone and seen Madame Pomfrey, Headmaster?"
"Yes, I went as soon as I had talked to Remus. She found no indication that it was my old age. I suspect it could have been a spell, but what would be the purpose of that? They wouldn't have gotten anything useful by controlling my body without my knowledge for that short period of time. Nothing happened," replied Dumbledore.
"Could it have been a potion?" asked Professor Shacklebolt, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore adopted a thoughtful look.
"Hmm, it could have possibly been. I do remember having my tea this morning, although I don't remember anything off about it," remarked Dumbledore.
"What do you think, Severus?" asked McGonnagal. Harry inwardly cursed his Head of House to all Nine Hells. 'Why oh why me?' he asked himself again for the second time that day.
"It could have been a potion or maybe a poison. I don't recall any potions that can control and give the victim selective memory loss," Harry replied. No one seemed to suspect him as they all went about talking about possible causes.
"Well, we will just have to gather tomorrow to figure out this little mystery as it is almost time for dinner. Same time tomorrow, now let us descend to dinner," said Dumbledore.
Everyone, including Harry, left to go down to dinner. During the mindless chatter of the teachers, Harry had been concocting his little plan. He would completely and totally embarrass Snape, and then abandon Snape's body right in the middle of what he would do. Harry chuckled darkly to himself. He couldn't wait to see Snape's reaction.
`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`~`@`
Well, there's chapter five. That's two chapters in one day. I know they might be a tad bit short, but oh well, that just means you get a lot more chapters sooner. I WISH I COULD ACCESS MY REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, keep them coming. I can at least say "Hey! I got 43 reviews! I don't know what the hell they say, but still I got 43 reviews!"
Thanks, Siripiritus