Ch. 8

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Harry rushed down the hallway quickly. He was 10 minutes late for his class. He had been over talking to his friends also making them late. Damn!

He ran right into Snape, and fell. But… why isn't he in his class?

Snape scoffed at him. "Clumsy." He held out his hand. Harry grabbed it and he helped him up.

"Mr. Potter!" He said dryly, putting emphasis on both words, "Why aren't you in class."

Harry stood silent, and just scoffed at him. After a long silence, Snape pulled a piece of paper out from his robe pocket and slipped it behind his back.

"I was just in your class room," Snape declared with his permanent frown.

Harry looked at him curiously. He looked away, but Snape pushed his face back to meet his. Harry thought to himself. "How is it when my class is on the sixth floor and his is in the dungeon, we still seem to be so close?"

Snape cocked an eyebrow and stood up straight. "I found a note," he said, "Something very horrible was written on it." He turned it around. It was a sentence Harry had found very familiar.

Snape is a bad teacher.

Harry widened his eyes and looked back up at Snape.

"I- I d-didn't m-"

"So Harry's first confiscated note from a student."

"Huh?"

"Who wrote this?"

Harry stayed silent again. Snape got angrier. "Who wrote this damn note?"

"I don't know!" Harry lied, "I found it on the floor."

Snape narrowed his eyes at him. He stuck it back into his pocket and walked past him. Harry stayed still until he heard him pass down the series of stairs. He turned around and continued running to his class again.

"Those kids didn't learn enough for me to give them an assignment," Harry announced a little embarrassed."

"Don't feel bad, "Hermione groaned, "Mine didn't either.

"Neither did mine," Ginny said.

"Did Snape ever find the kid who wrote that note?" Hermione asked.

"No," Harry replied.

"He must be wand detecting the students right now!" Ginny grimaced.

"He won't find anything."

"Why, not?

"Because I'm the one who wrote it."

The two girls looked at each other then began to laugh.

"You?" Hermione snorted

"The great obedient new teacher Harry?" Ginny broke in.

"Alright, already!" Harry mumbled.

They stopped laughing.

"You know Harry, Snape will find out eventually," Hermione warned.

"I know!" Harry whined.

"What're you gonna do?" Ginny asked.

Harry shrugged as he gulped down his water. He stood up and said, "I'm going to bed."

Harry walked into his bedroom and turned on the lights. He sat at his desk and read some of his books and began to feel tired. He got into his bed clothes and turned off the light. Once again that lady began to sing. He grumbled, got up, and shoved her portrait into the trash.

He tried to go to sleep again, but his lying conscience was telling him he was doing something wrong.

Yay: Spins around in computer chair: I just need to say to everyone, I might be starting a new story soon, but it won't be Harry Potter, and I might not work as much on this one. I know I'm a horrible updater, but please remain loyal and you will see the end of this story! That's a promise!