Chapter 6

Lets play Voodoo

Harry slammed his book shut for a second time. "What… WHAT?" He let his mouth go. Professor Snape was deliberately bothering him.

"Oh, Mr Potter… I think there was an old lady in another street that didn't hear that. Would you care to say that again."

"Hmmm… yes." He didn't mean it; it just popped out of his mouth. Snape's eyes glistened with a mixture of anger and malice.

"I… dare you." He grinned evilly.

"Well, now that you ask me, I don't think I want to."

"Are you asking for a detention?"

"No, I don't think I am."

"Your attitude seems to be asking for one."

"Does it now, I might just have to tell it off one day. Thank you, bye bye…"

"Potter! You will serve a detention with me all next week 7 til 9."

"I will, will I?"

"Yes, I think you'll find you will."

"Well I might just take you up on that offer."

"Yes, you would do well to."

"As long as there is tea and scones I'll be there Mr S."

"Po… You…. Son of a… GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!"

Harry piled his books into his bag furiously, then walked swiftly out of the classroom, all the eyes of the first years looking adoringly at their new hero. Harry didn't care. First the sorting hat - no Snape. Could he handle much more crap? Probably not. He was at the end of his tether.

Slumping to the floor Harry sketched a very rude picture of Snape upon a piece of Parchment where he drew many carnivorous beats on the tail of a panic stricken professor. He smiled. Somehow feeding his new teacher to carnivorous leeches did not quite fit his crime.

"That was amazing Harry!"

"Yeah great - whizzo, wow, eureka Harry! You told him! Wow…"

Harry had to admit, he did rather enjoy the praise he was given after his performance, even though he felt like something the cat had brought in. Hermione glared at him.

"I can't believe you Harold. That is because you are unbelievably unbelievable. You could be expelled! -Or even worse, fed to carnivorous leeches!"

"Really?" he began to panic.

"No."

"Whydya tell me that then?"

"Because you are an insufferable male and I don't like your attitude one bit. That, my dear blockheaded, dim-witted, pineapple-scarred friend, is why."

"Oh right…" It all made sense NOW.

"Hey, Harry, what have we got next?" Harry turned to Ron.

"Um, I think transfiguration. -Oh, no.. wait… Broom Practise!"

"WOAH YEAH! Give madam Hooch a bit of that cheek she'll probably have you flying fifty feet from a broom in the air and wacking you with the soggy ends!"

"Jeeze… thanks…"