Chapter 12
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood outside the door to the office.
"So we have to be the old bat's babysitter?"
"Ron, he's still a professor, even if he doesn't remember." Spat Hermione. "So show him some respect."
"Hermione, how can I show respect for him. He's still the biggest git I know, he wouldn't show us respect if we were the last students on the planet."Ron replied back.
"Guys, Dumbledore asked that we take care of Snape until the spell wears off. Though this could be the break we need." Harry said.
Ron's eyes lit up. "You don't suppose we can change him, make him loose his dislike of Gryffindor. Maybe even give us enough points to win the house cup."
"Ronald Weasley! That is just wrong, Harry please say that is not what your planing." Hermione replied angrily.
While the trio spat at each other outside the office, inside Dumbledore and Snape were having a rather interesting conversation.
"Why Severus?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well Albus, since everyone seems to believe that I am the father of the boy who lived. Then I want to play out the role. And to show Mr. Potter, that having a father is nothing it's cracked up to be."
"Severus, don't hurt the boy. He may be our only hope against the dark lord."
"I have no intention of hurting him, I just want to change the boys mind. Make him realize that I'm not his father, and I could never be."
"Severus do me a favor. Let him down lightly, since all facts do point to you as his father."
"They were only letters albus, letters from a deranged woman. Nothing more!"
"Easy Severus. Make the boy realize that his life is good, without his parents."
"I will Albus, and have a bit of fun while I'm at it. Do make sure you get someone who can in fact teach potions. Not another dolt who couldn't tell the difference between wolfsbane and aconite." "Severus there is no difference, they are the same." "Exactly my point Albus."
"I'll make sure your class is well covered." Stated Dumbledore.
"Good, now to go see what the Gryffindors who will be my sitters are up to."
"Severus, if there comes a time where I see I need to intervene I will."
"Understood Albus." Snape said in a cool undertone.
The two of the m arose from their chairs and headed toward the door, when they opened it the trio of Harry, Ron and Hermione stood there and looked at Snape. Professor Snape looked to them and fought hard to pretend to be nice.
"You three, go take the Professor around the castle, jog his memory, and take it easy on him."
"Alright sir, come on Professor Snape, maybe if we take you to your office in the dungeons, maybe you will remember something." Hermione said.
"Oh, I've got an office? In the dungeons? Who in their right mind would want an office in a cold damp place like that?" Professor Snape stated with a smile.
"You sir. It's your kind of place." Ron said.
"Oh, I'll have to ask the headmaster to change it's location, possibly to one of the towers to let the light in, maybe even one with a good view of the grounds. It's beautiful this time of year." Professor Snape stated, figuring those early acting classes he took were now paying off.
Harry tried hard not to laugh as the three lead the head of Slytherin house down to his office, only to be stopped by Draco Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh if it isn't Potter and his shadows, Granger and Weasley." Draco replied evilly," Hello Sir, taking them to your office to give them detention, did you catch them out with the groundskeeper who thinks he's a teacher again?"
"Actually young lad, we were just going to my office, I heard it's in need of some redecorating. Now kindly move so that we shall pass." Snape replied
Draco raised and eyebrow to Snape and then to Harry.
"Ok Potter, where's our Head of house and who's the impostor?"
"Actually Malfoy this is Professor Snape, and he still is your head of house, so it is best that you move or he can take points off for disobedience." Hermione quipped.
"I can?" Snape asked then seemed to put on a face as though a lightbulb came on, "oh yes, Malfoy is it, fifteen points off for not moving quick enough, and since this is fun, another twenty for being uptight, and another ten for being a bully..and.."
"Professor don't you think we should go to your office?" Hermione interrupted.
"Aw, I was just getting into it." Snape said before heading off in front of the trio. Leaving Draco in shock.
"Harry if she would have just let him go, Slytherin would have been in last place permanently." Ron replied.
"Save it Ron, though that would have been nice." Harry said as the two were grabbed by Hermione and pulled down the hall.
As the trio entered the professor's office Professor Snape walked around the jars of ingredients and bubbling cauldrons. He looked to be in aw of the office, on his desk was a note from Madam Hooch. He opened in and looked over it, and odd gleam came to his eyes. Harry saw this and walked over.
"Sir? What is it?" Harry asked.
"It seems Harry, that I have been asked to be the quidditch referee for the upcoming quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"Sir, are you sure it is wise for you to be the referee in your condition!" Ron asked.
"Nonsense, flying a broom is easy, once you know how, you never forget."
"But the rules sir, do you remember them?"
"Not really, but how hard could it be, I mean your just tossing balls thru hoops and whatnot. Easy as well.. It's easy. Besides what I don't know I can make up."
Harry rolled his eyes and knew that the upcoming match would be very interesting, if not difficult. Though having the professor on their side may not be as bad as he thought for once.
"Sir do you remember anything?" Hermione asked
"Nope, though the jars are rather pretty, look at this one." Snape said as he held up a jar that seemed to contain floating eyes in a glowing liquid.
"Sir, maybe you should put that down, it's not safe. I don't think many of the things in here are, maybe this was a bad idea."
As Hermione said that Snape turned and dropped the jar, sending shards of glass and eyes rolling everywhere. "Sir!"
"Oh, wonder what this tastes like." Snape said absentmindedly and took a drink from one of the bubbling caldrons. Suddenly purple feathers erupted around his face, making him look like and odd owl. Hermione tried not to giggle. Professor Snape spun around again sending another jar tumbling, when this one hit however there was a loud explosion, which in turn erupted in blue flames. Hermione pulled her wand and conjured a water charm to put out the flames.
"Repairo!" Hermione shouted, the broken jars mended themselves and the eyes and liquids replaced themselves. She looked at Snape. "Sir I'm sorry, but I don't know what was in that potion you drank, but I will try to make and antidote."
"Nonsense, I rather like the feathers, purple is my color, much brighter then black."
By this time Ron couldn't hold in the laughter, he started to laugh and fell to the floor in giggles. He never thought he would see the day that Snape would like being covered in feathers. Harry laughed to, but his mind was on the upcoming quidditch match and Snape as referee for it.
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood outside the door to the office.
"So we have to be the old bat's babysitter?"
"Ron, he's still a professor, even if he doesn't remember." Spat Hermione. "So show him some respect."
"Hermione, how can I show respect for him. He's still the biggest git I know, he wouldn't show us respect if we were the last students on the planet."Ron replied back.
"Guys, Dumbledore asked that we take care of Snape until the spell wears off. Though this could be the break we need." Harry said.
Ron's eyes lit up. "You don't suppose we can change him, make him loose his dislike of Gryffindor. Maybe even give us enough points to win the house cup."
"Ronald Weasley! That is just wrong, Harry please say that is not what your planing." Hermione replied angrily.
While the trio spat at each other outside the office, inside Dumbledore and Snape were having a rather interesting conversation.
"Why Severus?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well Albus, since everyone seems to believe that I am the father of the boy who lived. Then I want to play out the role. And to show Mr. Potter, that having a father is nothing it's cracked up to be."
"Severus, don't hurt the boy. He may be our only hope against the dark lord."
"I have no intention of hurting him, I just want to change the boys mind. Make him realize that I'm not his father, and I could never be."
"Severus do me a favor. Let him down lightly, since all facts do point to you as his father."
"They were only letters albus, letters from a deranged woman. Nothing more!"
"Easy Severus. Make the boy realize that his life is good, without his parents."
"I will Albus, and have a bit of fun while I'm at it. Do make sure you get someone who can in fact teach potions. Not another dolt who couldn't tell the difference between wolfsbane and aconite." "Severus there is no difference, they are the same." "Exactly my point Albus."
"I'll make sure your class is well covered." Stated Dumbledore.
"Good, now to go see what the Gryffindors who will be my sitters are up to."
"Severus, if there comes a time where I see I need to intervene I will."
"Understood Albus." Snape said in a cool undertone.
The two of the m arose from their chairs and headed toward the door, when they opened it the trio of Harry, Ron and Hermione stood there and looked at Snape. Professor Snape looked to them and fought hard to pretend to be nice.
"You three, go take the Professor around the castle, jog his memory, and take it easy on him."
"Alright sir, come on Professor Snape, maybe if we take you to your office in the dungeons, maybe you will remember something." Hermione said.
"Oh, I've got an office? In the dungeons? Who in their right mind would want an office in a cold damp place like that?" Professor Snape stated with a smile.
"You sir. It's your kind of place." Ron said.
"Oh, I'll have to ask the headmaster to change it's location, possibly to one of the towers to let the light in, maybe even one with a good view of the grounds. It's beautiful this time of year." Professor Snape stated, figuring those early acting classes he took were now paying off.
Harry tried hard not to laugh as the three lead the head of Slytherin house down to his office, only to be stopped by Draco Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh if it isn't Potter and his shadows, Granger and Weasley." Draco replied evilly," Hello Sir, taking them to your office to give them detention, did you catch them out with the groundskeeper who thinks he's a teacher again?"
"Actually young lad, we were just going to my office, I heard it's in need of some redecorating. Now kindly move so that we shall pass." Snape replied
Draco raised and eyebrow to Snape and then to Harry.
"Ok Potter, where's our Head of house and who's the impostor?"
"Actually Malfoy this is Professor Snape, and he still is your head of house, so it is best that you move or he can take points off for disobedience." Hermione quipped.
"I can?" Snape asked then seemed to put on a face as though a lightbulb came on, "oh yes, Malfoy is it, fifteen points off for not moving quick enough, and since this is fun, another twenty for being uptight, and another ten for being a bully..and.."
"Professor don't you think we should go to your office?" Hermione interrupted.
"Aw, I was just getting into it." Snape said before heading off in front of the trio. Leaving Draco in shock.
"Harry if she would have just let him go, Slytherin would have been in last place permanently." Ron replied.
"Save it Ron, though that would have been nice." Harry said as the two were grabbed by Hermione and pulled down the hall.
As the trio entered the professor's office Professor Snape walked around the jars of ingredients and bubbling cauldrons. He looked to be in aw of the office, on his desk was a note from Madam Hooch. He opened in and looked over it, and odd gleam came to his eyes. Harry saw this and walked over.
"Sir? What is it?" Harry asked.
"It seems Harry, that I have been asked to be the quidditch referee for the upcoming quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"Sir, are you sure it is wise for you to be the referee in your condition!" Ron asked.
"Nonsense, flying a broom is easy, once you know how, you never forget."
"But the rules sir, do you remember them?"
"Not really, but how hard could it be, I mean your just tossing balls thru hoops and whatnot. Easy as well.. It's easy. Besides what I don't know I can make up."
Harry rolled his eyes and knew that the upcoming match would be very interesting, if not difficult. Though having the professor on their side may not be as bad as he thought for once.
"Sir do you remember anything?" Hermione asked
"Nope, though the jars are rather pretty, look at this one." Snape said as he held up a jar that seemed to contain floating eyes in a glowing liquid.
"Sir, maybe you should put that down, it's not safe. I don't think many of the things in here are, maybe this was a bad idea."
As Hermione said that Snape turned and dropped the jar, sending shards of glass and eyes rolling everywhere. "Sir!"
"Oh, wonder what this tastes like." Snape said absentmindedly and took a drink from one of the bubbling caldrons. Suddenly purple feathers erupted around his face, making him look like and odd owl. Hermione tried not to giggle. Professor Snape spun around again sending another jar tumbling, when this one hit however there was a loud explosion, which in turn erupted in blue flames. Hermione pulled her wand and conjured a water charm to put out the flames.
"Repairo!" Hermione shouted, the broken jars mended themselves and the eyes and liquids replaced themselves. She looked at Snape. "Sir I'm sorry, but I don't know what was in that potion you drank, but I will try to make and antidote."
"Nonsense, I rather like the feathers, purple is my color, much brighter then black."
By this time Ron couldn't hold in the laughter, he started to laugh and fell to the floor in giggles. He never thought he would see the day that Snape would like being covered in feathers. Harry laughed to, but his mind was on the upcoming quidditch match and Snape as referee for it.
