Disclaimer: All of the characters and settings etc. belong to JK Rowling...but oh, how I wish they were mine instead :(
"Potter! Come test this potion for me!" Snape ordered, dragging a passing Harry into his dungeon. "Drink it!" he screeched, losing his balance and falling flat on the floor.
"Er, Professor, are you drunk?" Harry enquired nervously, giving Snape a hand up from the cold cement.
"Drunk, me? LOL!" Snape giggled, slapping his knee.
"Lol?" Harry whispered. "What's 'Lol'?"
"Nevermind. Sample my potion. Now!" Snape ordered, glaring at Harry.
"Professor, if you brewed it when drunk, I hardly think it's suitable for testing. It could kill me!" Harry protested.
"Nuh-uh. We'll have no talk of death in my dungeons, Harry. I am the most talented potion-maker in the world, ever. What's the worst that could happen!" Snape woozed, digging Harry painfully in the shoulder.
"I could die," Harry muttered under his breath, hurriedly taking a sip of the potion before Snape took away any points from Gryffindor.
"LOL!" Snape screamed. "YOU DRANK IT! LOL!"
Harry glared at Snape. "Yes – you asked me to! And what the hell is 'lol'?"
"Nevermind," Snape sighed dreamily.
"What was the potion you just gave me, Professor?" Harry seethed.
"Dunno. I made it up," Snape confessed whilst pulling out his split ends.
Harry stared, wide-eyed at the drunken Professor. "You...you don't know!" he fumed. "You gave me a potion you randomly made up! I must find Hermione!"
With this, Harry fled as fast as he could, in search of the aforesaid girl.
