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A/N 7-5 (2005): After much debating and procrastinating, I decided to start typing what we have written since our first ickle chapter. I have a little over 30 pages of handwritten stuff to type up, and most of it is smudged or ripped from being tossed back and forth at school… But on to typing!
Chapter 2: The Imperius Curse
Severus woke the next morning wwith someone shaking him. "Get up, don't you remember- you were going to prove to Sarah that you can do the Imperius Curse!"
Oh, no, his first dayh, and already he was in trouble. What had he been thinking? The Imperius Curse was powerful Dark magic- a dunderhead like him couldn't possibly-
"Get dressed, Sarah's waiting," said the boy.
Severus sighed. He might as well. No need to add coward to dunderhead as the words that best described him…
Once he had his school robes on, the boy pulled him up the spiral staircase to the common room. No one was there but the girl who had challenged him last night.
"Ready? Okay, now, we'll find you someone to show us the Imperius Curse on. Let's go." They left the common room through the blank wall, and, climbing out of the dungeons, wandered off in the direction of the Great Hall, then through the corridors. They were thoroughly lost now, and had surely been wandering for hours without seeing anyone, so Severus was hoping to get off, when a small voice squeaked, "Are you lost, too?" It was the Pettigrew boy… The mudblood...
"Who are you?" snapped Sarah.
"He's Pettigrew, a Mudblood," Severus spoke, glad for the chance to say something the girl didn't know.
"A Mudblood, eh? Well, that's better than we hoped. We'll use him," Sarah said.
"Use me for w-what?" Pettigrew squeaked.
"Peter Pettigrew," Severus said with gravity. "You are of an inferior race, Mudbloods, and have been soiling the young members of three perfectly good pureblood houses with your filth. Your punishments to be used as a practice target for spell casting. Perhaps now you will choose your friends more carefully, among other Mudbloods."
"He's chosen his friends fine." It was the Potter boy.
"We won't abandon him," said Black. They and the Lupin boy were standing, wands out, glaring at Severus.
"We don't care what kind of family he's got," announced Potter.
"I know a certain pureblood that isn't worthy to lick Peter's shoes," said Black contemptuously.
They're talking about me… they don't care if he's a Mudblood… they're defending the filthy Mudblood… and they say I'm not worthy to lick his shoes… "Imperio!" Severus roared, pointing his wand at Potter.
I'll control you… I'll make you crawl on the floor like the worm you are-
Potter's eyes went blank. "What did you do!" Sirius barked. "I'll get you-"
Severus's apprehension caused him to lose concentration. He found four wands pointed at his heart. The other Slytherins had run off. There was Black, looking livid, Lupin, covering him, Potter, still a bit dazed, Pettigrew, from his cowering position on the floor… Severus had no choice. He got out of there as fast as he could!
He ran as fast and far away as he could, far away from James, Sirius, Remus and Peter. Up the stairs, knocking over a blond girl with braces. "Watch where you're going!"
He ran right into a picture.
"Oho! Come here and fight, you scurvy dog!" shouted a painting of a stout knight in armor, brandishing his sword at Severus as he continued to run.
Severus finally stopped running realizing that he'd gotten himself totally lost. "Where am I?"
"You're in the presence of Sir Cadogan, my young, greasy-haired lad."
"What! Why, you old git…"
"Old? GIT! You unwashed git! Begone!"
Just then an owl dropped a letter and a package. "A letter from dad. Oh, the joy. Well, good bye Sir Dunderhead," he said as he walked off (pretending to know where he was going). As he walked he read his letter from his father.
Dear Dunderhead,
How can you learn in that pitiful school without your book?
Severus didn't read further, instead he opened the package. It was his Standard Book of Spells Grade 1.
Why am I such a dunderhead? Severus kept asking himself this as he walked. When he looked up he saw that he had walked strait into the Great Hall. He quickly took his place at the Slytherin table.
"Here," a girl with red hair and blue eyes said as she gave Severus a slip of parchment.
"What's this?" asked Severus.
"Your classes, duh!"
Severus looked down at the parchment. It said 9:00- Transfiguration.
"I better go right away…" Severus muttered to himself. He grabbed a bite to eat an then went straight to his class.
As he walked and sat at the back of the class he saw some Ravenclaws were in the class. What are they doing here? thought Severus.
"Good morning, class. I'm Professor McGonagall. Now if you would all please turn to page 10 in your books. Your homework is on the board behind me. Get to work."
After transfiguration came History then Charms, and then finally Potions. Severus hurried down the hallway packed with sixth years. Then Severus bustled into the room, ran to the front, took his seat, and buried himself in his book.
"Well, well, I love to see my students early, but do you think next time you can walk, Mr. Snape?"
As Severus looked up he got a spine-tingling sensation. Severus had expected to see a strict teacher like Professor McGonagall, but instead he saw a drop-dead gorgeous 20-year-old with dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.
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