Chapter 27
Arguements Now and Later
AN:
HI!
School is basically over...
I'm graduating on Thursday...
I'm seeing the HP movie after I graduate...
I have too much free time...
I wrote this to pass the time while waiting for someone to offer me a job...
I do not own Harry Potter, and lets face it, if I did they wouldn't be making Children's movies about it.
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"Take a thirty milliliter sample of both of your potions and keep them in your bags for twenty-four hours in case you botched them. If you feel ill go to the Hospital Wing and give Madam Pomfrey your potions so she can decipher what you did wrong with them. Leave your cauldrons here; you are dismissed. Potter, stay after class," Snape announced to the class after standing straight from scrutinizing Potter.
The class quickly collected their materials and left the room, except for the two Gryffindors.
"Miss Granger I thought I said the class was dismissed," Snape said sharply.
"Why are you holding Harry after class?" she demanded looking Snape straight in the eye causing Snape's temper to flame. Another Gryffindor who has enough gall to speak back to him before N.E.W.T.s!
"That is none of you business Miss Granger," Snape said. "Five points from Gryffindor for failing to follow a professor's instructions. Now leave or it will be fifty."
"Yes sir," Hermione said hollowly and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Snape once again cast locking and silencing charms on the door leaving Harry with a strong sense of deja-vu.
"Potter, you've made your last mistake," Snape said quietly. "You were trying to kill yourself with that antidote."
"No I wasn't sir," Harry denied as forcefully as he could make himself. "I was following your instructions."
"Then why wasn't your potion pink Potter?" Snape snapped.
"You did not give us instructions for either the potion or the antidote, sir," Harry said angrily. "I made it as best I could."
"Then why drink such an obviously bad antidote?" Snape asked glaring at the Gryffindor boy.
"If I didn't, sir," Harry said. "You would take points off of Gryffindor and give me a detention."
Snape slammed his fist onto the table, "Is that worse than forfeiting your life? Where is your common sense? At least come up with a good lie!"
"Why lie sir? I'm telling you the truth," Harry said his eyes blazing.
"I'll believe that when the Dark Lord marries a Muggle," Snape said icily. "Potter why the hell are you trying to kill yourself when you damn well know that you are the only bleeding one who has any possible hope of defeating the Dark Lord?"
The door opened, and Snape sighed knowing that there was only one person who would enter his dungeons even when they were locked.
"Ah, Severus, I would like to speak to you," the headmaster said strolling into the room. "Harry, I believe you're late for your next class, run along."
"Yes sir," Harry said gathering his things and leaving the room, grateful that he was able to escape the dungeons for the time being."
Dumbledore was the one who locked the door after Harry left, insuring the privacy of the conversation about to commence.
"What are you doing here headmaster?" Snape demanded furiously. "If it is something frivolous, I'm afraid I do not have the time since I seem to be the only one who isn't trying to see the world through rose tinted glasses!"
"A Muggle metaphor… where did you hear that one?" Dumbledore said mischievously. "I wish to talk to my Potions Master, and you are he, so I believed it to be wise to be in the same room with my Potions Master if I were to talk to him."
"Then what do you wish to speak to me about," Snape snapped. "I need to make sure Potter doesn't try to kill himself again."
"Rest assured Severus, he will not try to kill himself any time within the next few hours," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, what about the last hour?" Snape said sharply. He pointed to Harry's poison and antidote and to Hermione's beside his. "He just tried to consume an 'Antidote' that probably would have killed him. The antidote is supposed to be pink and he still tried to drink that blood red antidote anyway!"
"How do you know it was not just a mistake?" Dumbledore asked seriously.
"He made the poison perfectly Headmaster," the Potions Master admitted. "The poison was the hard part of the exam, the antidote was fairly simple, and something a fourth year could make with minimal instructions."
"But were there any instructions?" the headmaster asked.
"Define instructions," Snape said sullenly knowing exactly what Dumbledore meant. "Did I give them a recipe; no. Did I give the class the list before hand to study the properties of the ingredients so they might know how to counteract them; yes. That is what I am to teach them is it not?"
"Then how do you know that young Harry merely did not come up with another antidote for the poison?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because, there was only one possible way to create the antidote from the ingredients I had on the list," Snape said annoyed.
"Then what about Harry merely making a mistake?" the headmaster continued to question the headmaster.
"Because I saw the look in his eyes!" Snape exclaimed. "The boy's bleeding eyes were so hollow it looked as if a Dementor had taken his soul! The only reason that boy is alive is because he cannot will his heart to stop."
"Are you sure you aren't just over reacting?" Dumbledore wondered. "Perhaps you should test his potion before accusing him of trying to commit suicide."
"I will do that but you won't believe me if I tell you the truth. And its going to end up killing us all. Watch your 'Golden Boy' before he becomes 'The-Boy-Who-Died,'" Snape swept into his office, through a secret passage he normally ignored so students wouldn't suspect of its existence, with Harry's blood red potion leaving the headmaster alone in the dungeon with several cauldrons of still steaming potion.
Snape put the antidote down on his worktable and started to collect several things from the shelves lining his walls. He worked through his free period and lunch before he came to the same conclusion he had when he first saw the potion. While having components of the antidote in it, two ingredients were substituted causing the antidote to be lethal when mixed with the poison it was supposed to neutralize, but in such a way a person examining the poisoned would not be able to tell that death was about to swing his scythe.
As Snape walked back to his dungeons twenty minutes before his next class to categorize the potions still in their cauldrons left by his sixth year N.E.W.T.s class he vowed he would get Potter to confess that he was trying to kill himself that night during his Occlumency lesson.
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AN:
Please review!
I was nice and updated REALLY fast.
Well... not really fast... but I updated before I promised to.
And the next chapter WILL be out on Sunday... but i do not promise an update for next wensday.
I have a question...
Does anyone hope that JK will make Harry and Hermione get together just so the people who make the movies will have to figure out how to explain away Ron and Hermione holding hands in the third movie when they didn't in the third book?
I want H & H to get together anyway... but that's another story... which by the way will not effect this story... I'm just going off on a tangent.
Oh... and when I eventually go back to reload all of the chapters without typos {groans at all the typos she posted} I'll fix McGonagall's name... Thanks for pointing that out!
Arguements Now and Later
AN:
HI!
School is basically over...
I'm graduating on Thursday...
I'm seeing the HP movie after I graduate...
I have too much free time...
I wrote this to pass the time while waiting for someone to offer me a job...
I do not own Harry Potter, and lets face it, if I did they wouldn't be making Children's movies about it.
I
I
I
V
"Take a thirty milliliter sample of both of your potions and keep them in your bags for twenty-four hours in case you botched them. If you feel ill go to the Hospital Wing and give Madam Pomfrey your potions so she can decipher what you did wrong with them. Leave your cauldrons here; you are dismissed. Potter, stay after class," Snape announced to the class after standing straight from scrutinizing Potter.
The class quickly collected their materials and left the room, except for the two Gryffindors.
"Miss Granger I thought I said the class was dismissed," Snape said sharply.
"Why are you holding Harry after class?" she demanded looking Snape straight in the eye causing Snape's temper to flame. Another Gryffindor who has enough gall to speak back to him before N.E.W.T.s!
"That is none of you business Miss Granger," Snape said. "Five points from Gryffindor for failing to follow a professor's instructions. Now leave or it will be fifty."
"Yes sir," Hermione said hollowly and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Snape once again cast locking and silencing charms on the door leaving Harry with a strong sense of deja-vu.
"Potter, you've made your last mistake," Snape said quietly. "You were trying to kill yourself with that antidote."
"No I wasn't sir," Harry denied as forcefully as he could make himself. "I was following your instructions."
"Then why wasn't your potion pink Potter?" Snape snapped.
"You did not give us instructions for either the potion or the antidote, sir," Harry said angrily. "I made it as best I could."
"Then why drink such an obviously bad antidote?" Snape asked glaring at the Gryffindor boy.
"If I didn't, sir," Harry said. "You would take points off of Gryffindor and give me a detention."
Snape slammed his fist onto the table, "Is that worse than forfeiting your life? Where is your common sense? At least come up with a good lie!"
"Why lie sir? I'm telling you the truth," Harry said his eyes blazing.
"I'll believe that when the Dark Lord marries a Muggle," Snape said icily. "Potter why the hell are you trying to kill yourself when you damn well know that you are the only bleeding one who has any possible hope of defeating the Dark Lord?"
The door opened, and Snape sighed knowing that there was only one person who would enter his dungeons even when they were locked.
"Ah, Severus, I would like to speak to you," the headmaster said strolling into the room. "Harry, I believe you're late for your next class, run along."
"Yes sir," Harry said gathering his things and leaving the room, grateful that he was able to escape the dungeons for the time being."
Dumbledore was the one who locked the door after Harry left, insuring the privacy of the conversation about to commence.
"What are you doing here headmaster?" Snape demanded furiously. "If it is something frivolous, I'm afraid I do not have the time since I seem to be the only one who isn't trying to see the world through rose tinted glasses!"
"A Muggle metaphor… where did you hear that one?" Dumbledore said mischievously. "I wish to talk to my Potions Master, and you are he, so I believed it to be wise to be in the same room with my Potions Master if I were to talk to him."
"Then what do you wish to speak to me about," Snape snapped. "I need to make sure Potter doesn't try to kill himself again."
"Rest assured Severus, he will not try to kill himself any time within the next few hours," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, what about the last hour?" Snape said sharply. He pointed to Harry's poison and antidote and to Hermione's beside his. "He just tried to consume an 'Antidote' that probably would have killed him. The antidote is supposed to be pink and he still tried to drink that blood red antidote anyway!"
"How do you know it was not just a mistake?" Dumbledore asked seriously.
"He made the poison perfectly Headmaster," the Potions Master admitted. "The poison was the hard part of the exam, the antidote was fairly simple, and something a fourth year could make with minimal instructions."
"But were there any instructions?" the headmaster asked.
"Define instructions," Snape said sullenly knowing exactly what Dumbledore meant. "Did I give them a recipe; no. Did I give the class the list before hand to study the properties of the ingredients so they might know how to counteract them; yes. That is what I am to teach them is it not?"
"Then how do you know that young Harry merely did not come up with another antidote for the poison?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because, there was only one possible way to create the antidote from the ingredients I had on the list," Snape said annoyed.
"Then what about Harry merely making a mistake?" the headmaster continued to question the headmaster.
"Because I saw the look in his eyes!" Snape exclaimed. "The boy's bleeding eyes were so hollow it looked as if a Dementor had taken his soul! The only reason that boy is alive is because he cannot will his heart to stop."
"Are you sure you aren't just over reacting?" Dumbledore wondered. "Perhaps you should test his potion before accusing him of trying to commit suicide."
"I will do that but you won't believe me if I tell you the truth. And its going to end up killing us all. Watch your 'Golden Boy' before he becomes 'The-Boy-Who-Died,'" Snape swept into his office, through a secret passage he normally ignored so students wouldn't suspect of its existence, with Harry's blood red potion leaving the headmaster alone in the dungeon with several cauldrons of still steaming potion.
Snape put the antidote down on his worktable and started to collect several things from the shelves lining his walls. He worked through his free period and lunch before he came to the same conclusion he had when he first saw the potion. While having components of the antidote in it, two ingredients were substituted causing the antidote to be lethal when mixed with the poison it was supposed to neutralize, but in such a way a person examining the poisoned would not be able to tell that death was about to swing his scythe.
As Snape walked back to his dungeons twenty minutes before his next class to categorize the potions still in their cauldrons left by his sixth year N.E.W.T.s class he vowed he would get Potter to confess that he was trying to kill himself that night during his Occlumency lesson.
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V
AN:
Please review!
I was nice and updated REALLY fast.
Well... not really fast... but I updated before I promised to.
And the next chapter WILL be out on Sunday... but i do not promise an update for next wensday.
I have a question...
Does anyone hope that JK will make Harry and Hermione get together just so the people who make the movies will have to figure out how to explain away Ron and Hermione holding hands in the third movie when they didn't in the third book?
I want H & H to get together anyway... but that's another story... which by the way will not effect this story... I'm just going off on a tangent.
Oh... and when I eventually go back to reload all of the chapters without typos {groans at all the typos she posted} I'll fix McGonagall's name... Thanks for pointing that out!