Disclaimer- Blah, Blah, Blah, they're not mine, so, on with the story
A/N: I have my own nickname for Snape that I like better and I can remember how to spell, so sorry to disappoint you. This is also just part one of the chapter. So, pht!
The first day-part 1
It was the first day of classes for the "new students", and Harry was worried to death. Not about the fact that James, Remus, Sirius and Lily would probably notice that Snape was their Potions Professor, but the fact that Luna had managed to dig a hole deep enough and filled it with green jello to save them from the dreaded Dust Bunnies. His thunder was being stolen by some wierdo Ravenclaw with freaky eyes and blond hair! Needless to say, he was sad and angry. He was up early enough to spend about an hour looking out the window and mutter to himself about how he should be the one saving them. Then he realized. It wasn't a hole Luna had dug. It was the lake! "I'm gonna tellllllllllll!", he sneered to no one in particular.
Meanwhile in Dumbledore's office:
"I don't wanna!", Snape whined, stomping his feet like the big baby he was. "It's not fair! Not fair! Not fair! Not fair! NOT FAIR!", he cried, jumping up and down. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk and changing his new Furby's diper and talking to it.
"Did you make a stinky?", he said in a babyish manner, "did you make a little stinky for me to clean up! Yes you did!" He looked up at the pouting Snape, "he was just born yesterday. His little box was wrapped in blue paper when the stork dropped him off". He stopped for a minute to fasten the Furby's diper, then set him in a small bassenet. "And you don't have any choice. Things must appear as they used to be".
"But who will teach Potions?", Snape stuck out his lip as he dropped into a chair, arms folded.
"Well," Dumbledore smiled happily, "Professor Berry will". At that moment, an extreamly old woman walked in wearing a black hat with a stuffed penguin on the top of it, a black dress, and black granny boots. Everytime she took a step, the boots yelled out in pain.
"Shut up!", the woman snapped at the boots, "I paid good money for you back in 1924! The least you could do is shut up". And the boots were silent. The old woman shook her head and looked back up. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Snape all growed up." She grinned. She only had three teeth!
"I don't wanna be a teenager again!" Snape whined, "I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I DON'T WANNA!"
Dumbledore looked up from his slumbering furby. "You'll take the
potion and like it!" he snapped. "Look at it this way," he added in a kinder voice, "you get a second chance at life. Since you failed so miserably at it the first time."
Snape looked at the bottle on Dumbledore's desk and picked it up. Taking off the lid, he whimpered and drank it quickly.
He began to shrink, little by little, until he was in the form of his fifteen year old self. "This sucks", he glarred.
Professor Berry gasped. "Potty mouth! Oh, that is six points from Slytherin, Mr. Snape!"
Snape groaned and looked at Dumbledore, who was fastening a blet around a stack of books and handing them to him with an apple.
"Now, play nice, and be a good boy", he patted Snape on the head and sent him out of the room.
As Snape walked down the halls, he thought. 'This school is full of idiots!' At that moment, Harry came running around the corner, mumbling something about the lake, green jello and Luna being in trouble. He just kept running, not noticing Snape.
"Just like old times!" he scowled, "no one notices me, and now I won't be able to go to the ball and dance with the prince."
Just then, the writer of this story called out from the far reachings of nowhereness. "THE PRINCE WOULDN'T DANCE WITH YOU ANYWAY! HE'S NOT GAY! NOT EVEN ELPHABA (aka the wicked witch of the west) WOULD DANCE WITH YOU! EVEN HARRY THINKS JELLO IS MORE IMPORTANT THE YOU!"
Snape sniffed and mumbled something about the writer being a jerk.
This was gonna be a long day.
Okey, so that was part one, part two is coming up. So Review and it might be up within 24 hours.