Disclaimer:
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
28- Later
And it just happened, that when they entered, Snape had planned something awful.
'These are your essays that I corrected,' Snape said with an evil smirk to the whole class, 'They were horrible! But that's all I can expect.'
Harry audibly groaned throughout the class. He had barely written half the amount on the essay, because he had been practicing quidditch. He had no doubt that he had received a T on his essay. He had just received his essay, when he heard and ecstatic 'Yes,' from Hermione. He looked over to her questionably, but then he heard a huge gasp on his left and turned to look at Neville faint on the other side of the room. Slowly and cautiously, he unrolled his own paper to find something he wouldn't have thought imaginable.
Mona looked at all the unusual activity in the room. 'Why did Hermione just interrupt the class, why did Neville just faint, and why in the whole world is Harry jumping up and down like he won a hundred galleon prize?' she thought. And then she remembered. Didn't she herself enter the class when Snape was grading the essays? Didn't she herself change the grades on exactly three papers, while she was really angry?
She, like everyone else in the class, got up out of their seats to see what was on the essays. Written on them was a huge T, in thick black ink, --that was what Snape had written before hand—but after it was the letters: e r r i f f i c ! and a huge O with a smiley face in the center all written in bright pink ink.
Everyone in the class, suddenly went into a great hush. Even Harry had stopped jumping up and down. Snape had just picked up Neville's paper, and had turned a ghostly white. His breathing had quickened and his eyes had narrowed dangerously.
'WHO,' he whispered in a very dangerous voice, 'did this?' When no one in the class spoke, or even breathed for that matter, Snape threw the paper in the air and shouted, 'WHO DID THIS!'
The quiet was suddenly disturbed with a sort of suppressed laughter. The whole classed turned to look at the fool who would laugh at a time like this. Mona was holding her hand to her mouth and her shoulders were shaking with laughter. Finally, she gave up and just laughed uproariously.
'I'm...I'm...' it was very hard for Mona to talk because of how hard she was laughing. 'It's ... it's... funny,' she finally made out.
Suddenly, as though out of a trance, the class realized how truly funny the situation was. The whole class burst into laughter which woke Neville up and he started laughing too.
A strict voice suddenly entered Mona's head as she looked into Snape's dark eyes, 'You did this, ' it asked.
Recognizing her uncle's voice, she nodded in his way. Snape became furious. 'Quiet down at once!' he shouted.
As the class quieted and returned to their seats Snape said, 'I would like to have the papers back, so that I,' said Snape seething, 'can correct them properly.'
Hermione had suddenly raised her hand, 'Oh, but Professor,' she said importantly. 'It's against the school rules for a teacher to change the grade on any work once it's been graded and handed back to the student.'
'Really, Ms. Granger,' said Snape whose eyes had suddenly flashed angrily in defeat, 'then I suppose, the only thing that would be fair would be to punish the wrongdoer.'
The class hushed once more except for the nervous fiddling that was going on with a few innocent students who didn't want to be accused guilty.
'Well, let's see. Who do you think it might have been Mr. Malfoy?' said Snape to Malfoy.
Honored to be allowed to give his opinion, Malfoy said, 'Why, it certainly wasn't me, so who else than Potter?' said Malfoy with a smirk.
'Yes, yes, who else in deed?' said Snape with a malicious little grin. Mona couldn't believe what was happening; her uncle had used her little trick against him to his own advantage, endless revenge on Harry. How could she stop this? She certainly couldn't speak up- everyone would know it was her then. So... what would she do?
Then she remembered something Dumbledore had said:
'a vampire's extraordinary ability to know what people are thinking'. Concentrating hard, Mona sent a message to Snape:
'Hey, I told you, I did it. Back off Harry.' Snape immediately looked at her angrily, as though his thoughts of how to punish Harry had been interrupted.
'Mona, quiet. I'll speak with you later,' he thought back. But, Mona grinned; she was going to make him listen to her:
'Listen, back off. What's up with this rival thing anyway?' Just as Snape was about to start speaking, he closed his mouth as he heard the message.
Now to the rest of the class, the situation couldn't look any weirder. Snape had suddenly stopped insulting Harry, as that was his favorite sport, and seemed to be preoccupied at the moment--- with... himself...?
Harry waited with his eyebrows lifted for his usual detention. Malfoy had started fake coughing as though to get along with the punishement, so he could burst out laughing. Hermione was looking at Mona. Parvati was busy with her nails.
All the while, Snape and Mona were having a heated discussion, until Snape finally shouted, 'SHUT UP!' ... to the silent class.
Malfoy looked up as though he knew exactly what was happening. 'Professor, I think you should visit Madam Pomfrey to help you with your... problems.'
Anger and annoyance in Snape's eyes, he said, 'Class dismissed.' Happily, the class packed to leave, until Snape said, 'Except for,' he pointed to Harry and Mona, 'you two.'
29- Double, double, toil in trouble
Mona put her packed bag back down on the ground. 'Great,' she thought, 'now Harry and I are going to get it.'
'You got that right,' said a sneering voice in her head.
'So,' said Snape out loud, 'You two think that you can both disturb my class whenever you want.'
'Professor,' started Harry.
'Quiet Potter,' said Snape bitterly. 'Now, ahh, right, your punishments. Ms. Abd Allah and you, Mr. Potter will both be spending a week worth of detentions with Mr. Filch.'
Harry visibly deflated before Mona. Filch seemed to be a really awful guy. 'Now be gone,' said Snape, 'My job isn't to hand out detentions to you, Mr. Potter, though I would like that job,' said Snape smiling.
Mona followed Harry as he stormed out of the classroom. 'Always trying to get me in trouble, even when I don't do anything! You know, one time, he tried to get me expelled.'
'Look, Harry,' said Mona, 'I have to tell you something. I was the one...' it seemed much harder to tell an angry Harry than an angry Snape, 'the one... who wrote the grades on the essays.'
Harry looked at her with a confused expression on his face. Was he going to shout at her, because she didn't tell Snape? Hermione had told her that Harry had quiet a temper.
'Wicked,' said Harry suddenly. 'Wow, that's why you were put in Gryffindor, really brave. No ones ever played a trick like that on Snape before.'
Relieved that Harry wasn't angry, Mona laughed, 'Ah come on, someone must have played some trick in his class.'
'Actually,' said Harry, a broad grin spreading across his face, 'once I threw a firecracker in Goyle's cauldron...
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
28- Later
And it just happened, that when they entered, Snape had planned something awful.
'These are your essays that I corrected,' Snape said with an evil smirk to the whole class, 'They were horrible! But that's all I can expect.'
Harry audibly groaned throughout the class. He had barely written half the amount on the essay, because he had been practicing quidditch. He had no doubt that he had received a T on his essay. He had just received his essay, when he heard and ecstatic 'Yes,' from Hermione. He looked over to her questionably, but then he heard a huge gasp on his left and turned to look at Neville faint on the other side of the room. Slowly and cautiously, he unrolled his own paper to find something he wouldn't have thought imaginable.
Mona looked at all the unusual activity in the room. 'Why did Hermione just interrupt the class, why did Neville just faint, and why in the whole world is Harry jumping up and down like he won a hundred galleon prize?' she thought. And then she remembered. Didn't she herself enter the class when Snape was grading the essays? Didn't she herself change the grades on exactly three papers, while she was really angry?
She, like everyone else in the class, got up out of their seats to see what was on the essays. Written on them was a huge T, in thick black ink, --that was what Snape had written before hand—but after it was the letters: e r r i f f i c ! and a huge O with a smiley face in the center all written in bright pink ink.
Everyone in the class, suddenly went into a great hush. Even Harry had stopped jumping up and down. Snape had just picked up Neville's paper, and had turned a ghostly white. His breathing had quickened and his eyes had narrowed dangerously.
'WHO,' he whispered in a very dangerous voice, 'did this?' When no one in the class spoke, or even breathed for that matter, Snape threw the paper in the air and shouted, 'WHO DID THIS!'
The quiet was suddenly disturbed with a sort of suppressed laughter. The whole classed turned to look at the fool who would laugh at a time like this. Mona was holding her hand to her mouth and her shoulders were shaking with laughter. Finally, she gave up and just laughed uproariously.
'I'm...I'm...' it was very hard for Mona to talk because of how hard she was laughing. 'It's ... it's... funny,' she finally made out.
Suddenly, as though out of a trance, the class realized how truly funny the situation was. The whole class burst into laughter which woke Neville up and he started laughing too.
A strict voice suddenly entered Mona's head as she looked into Snape's dark eyes, 'You did this, ' it asked.
Recognizing her uncle's voice, she nodded in his way. Snape became furious. 'Quiet down at once!' he shouted.
As the class quieted and returned to their seats Snape said, 'I would like to have the papers back, so that I,' said Snape seething, 'can correct them properly.'
Hermione had suddenly raised her hand, 'Oh, but Professor,' she said importantly. 'It's against the school rules for a teacher to change the grade on any work once it's been graded and handed back to the student.'
'Really, Ms. Granger,' said Snape whose eyes had suddenly flashed angrily in defeat, 'then I suppose, the only thing that would be fair would be to punish the wrongdoer.'
The class hushed once more except for the nervous fiddling that was going on with a few innocent students who didn't want to be accused guilty.
'Well, let's see. Who do you think it might have been Mr. Malfoy?' said Snape to Malfoy.
Honored to be allowed to give his opinion, Malfoy said, 'Why, it certainly wasn't me, so who else than Potter?' said Malfoy with a smirk.
'Yes, yes, who else in deed?' said Snape with a malicious little grin. Mona couldn't believe what was happening; her uncle had used her little trick against him to his own advantage, endless revenge on Harry. How could she stop this? She certainly couldn't speak up- everyone would know it was her then. So... what would she do?
Then she remembered something Dumbledore had said:
'a vampire's extraordinary ability to know what people are thinking'. Concentrating hard, Mona sent a message to Snape:
'Hey, I told you, I did it. Back off Harry.' Snape immediately looked at her angrily, as though his thoughts of how to punish Harry had been interrupted.
'Mona, quiet. I'll speak with you later,' he thought back. But, Mona grinned; she was going to make him listen to her:
'Listen, back off. What's up with this rival thing anyway?' Just as Snape was about to start speaking, he closed his mouth as he heard the message.
Now to the rest of the class, the situation couldn't look any weirder. Snape had suddenly stopped insulting Harry, as that was his favorite sport, and seemed to be preoccupied at the moment--- with... himself...?
Harry waited with his eyebrows lifted for his usual detention. Malfoy had started fake coughing as though to get along with the punishement, so he could burst out laughing. Hermione was looking at Mona. Parvati was busy with her nails.
All the while, Snape and Mona were having a heated discussion, until Snape finally shouted, 'SHUT UP!' ... to the silent class.
Malfoy looked up as though he knew exactly what was happening. 'Professor, I think you should visit Madam Pomfrey to help you with your... problems.'
Anger and annoyance in Snape's eyes, he said, 'Class dismissed.' Happily, the class packed to leave, until Snape said, 'Except for,' he pointed to Harry and Mona, 'you two.'
29- Double, double, toil in trouble
Mona put her packed bag back down on the ground. 'Great,' she thought, 'now Harry and I are going to get it.'
'You got that right,' said a sneering voice in her head.
'So,' said Snape out loud, 'You two think that you can both disturb my class whenever you want.'
'Professor,' started Harry.
'Quiet Potter,' said Snape bitterly. 'Now, ahh, right, your punishments. Ms. Abd Allah and you, Mr. Potter will both be spending a week worth of detentions with Mr. Filch.'
Harry visibly deflated before Mona. Filch seemed to be a really awful guy. 'Now be gone,' said Snape, 'My job isn't to hand out detentions to you, Mr. Potter, though I would like that job,' said Snape smiling.
Mona followed Harry as he stormed out of the classroom. 'Always trying to get me in trouble, even when I don't do anything! You know, one time, he tried to get me expelled.'
'Look, Harry,' said Mona, 'I have to tell you something. I was the one...' it seemed much harder to tell an angry Harry than an angry Snape, 'the one... who wrote the grades on the essays.'
Harry looked at her with a confused expression on his face. Was he going to shout at her, because she didn't tell Snape? Hermione had told her that Harry had quiet a temper.
'Wicked,' said Harry suddenly. 'Wow, that's why you were put in Gryffindor, really brave. No ones ever played a trick like that on Snape before.'
Relieved that Harry wasn't angry, Mona laughed, 'Ah come on, someone must have played some trick in his class.'
'Actually,' said Harry, a broad grin spreading across his face, 'once I threw a firecracker in Goyle's cauldron...