Greetings! Glad you are interested in my fic. This is my first time to put any of my fics on ff, so I'm still getting used to some things. RR please!! All Harry Potter characters and such are copyrighted to J.K Rowling. This particular story however, is of my own creation.
I don't own or claim to own anything that has to do with J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. This particular story is my idea, however, and if anyone feels inclined to take my idea I will make you unhappy.
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Potions. Harry hated potions. This was the one class he wished he could just do away with instead of having to put up with Malfoy and Snape. The final bell rang as Harry sat down next to Ron, laying his bag on the floor and pulling out his potions book.
Without a sound, except for the dungeon door slamming, Professor Snape glided in, black robes swishing. Harry waited for the customary glare that the Potions teacher usually gave him and was almost disappointed when it didn't happen.
The class had settled down and quieted upon the arrival of their dark-clothed, beloved Potions Master (not), and all that could be heard was Professor Snape's quill scratching furiously over a piece of parchment.
Then the quill stopped suddenly and Snape stood, folding his arms across his chest. "It is required that I teach you how to make and counteract love potions." He said, curling is disgust and giving a silencing glare to those who had dared to giggle.
"A love potion? Oh great!" Harry thought to himself. "Just what Snape needs." He muttered to Ron, who was having trouble containing a snort. Snape turned his head sharply towards Harry.
"What was that, Potter?" he said with malice. Harry looked Snape boldly in the eyes. "Nothing, sir." Snape narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Nothing, indeed. Ten points from Gryffindor." He growled, receiving a groan from the other Gryffindors.
Then he went on to, reluctantly explain the lesson and instruct them in love potion making. When the bell to end class had rung, Snape assigned a two-foot long essay on the effects of a love potion, due in two days.
Harry snorted in amusement as he retrieved his bag from the floor and turned to Ron and Hermione. "The affects of a love potion? That's obvious isn't it?" he said with a laugh. Ron chuckled and Hermione shook her head, then gulped, looking at someone behind Harry. He was about to ask what they were staring at when he was cut off with "Potter, in my office, now!"
"But Professor! I didn't do anything." Harry said as Snape gave him detention for a few days. "After classes today, Mr. Potter, you will give this to Mr. Filch and serve your detention." Professor Snape said, handing Harry a detention slip. Harry took the slip and stuck it into the pocket of his robes, sighing. Snape glared at him from his desk "Go on, Potter." he growled. Harry felt like saluting him and yelling,"Yes, sir!" But he decided against it and left the dungeons, hoping Ron and Hermione had waited for him. They had.
"What did that git want, Harry?" Ron asked. Harry pulled out his detention slip and thrust it at Ron. "For disrupting class?! But you didn't do anything." Ron said, stating the obvious. Harry shrugged. What else was new? Its not like he was surprised to get some sort of punishment from Snape. Hermione, who had been uncharacteristicly quiet, finally spoke up.
"Harry, you're not going to go through with it, are you?" She asked. Harry shook his head. "Don't worry, 'Mione. I'll just do it and not cause any more trouble. Besides, Filch can't think up anything worse that I've already been through."
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After his last class, Harry made his way to Argus Filch's office. He knocked on the door, heard Ms. Norris meow and stepped back as Filch's dirty peeked around the door.
"What is it, Potter?" Filch asked, his unshaven jowls quivering. Harry gave Filch the detention slip and almost cringed when he saw a sadistic smile spread across the caretaker's face.
"I've got just the job for you, I do." Filch said, his smile turning into a grin showing his some black and rotten teeth. Harry closed his eyes, his contempt for Snape and Filch growing even more. "Curse Snape all to hell." Harry said in his mind.
