Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Warning: Maybe some swearing. If you are sensitive overall, don't read.
This will take place in third year. The chapters will be short but there will be several of them! Please review!
To be fair it had been a really normal day. The sun shown trough the intricate windows of the corridors as the trio made their way to and from their classes. There was the daily confrontation with Malfoy's squad and some first years getting reprimanded for using magic in the halls. Nothing was really out of the ordinary, and it stayed like that up until potion's class.
" Shall I remind you that this potion takes delicate handwork and precision. A simple mistake-" Snape trailed off, slowly gazing at the noticeably shaking Neville Longbottom,"could cause great catastrophe."
Several faces paled, a few kids snickered, normal reactions to the deranged man's speech.
" The ingredients and instructions are on the board, reefer to your text book if more direction is needed, begin," The man said and sat back at is desk.
" Bloody hell, you'd think he could be less harsh," Ron complained. He heavily sympathized the other boy beside him. They all knew Neville feared the dungeon bat, and for good reason. He didn't care about anyone, it was a wonder why he even worked here. As a professor no less. He obviously hated kids, they bothered him, that much he didn't even try to hide.
" Still, he is in charge so we better get a move on it," Hermione reminded them.
" You just want to beat everyone else," Said the red-head, earning him a swat at the head.
" Bloody hell mate, she's a feisty one,"
" Is that why you have the hots for her?" Harry asked snickering at the panicked look on his best friends face.
" How would you know anything about that? You can barely get your own love life straightened out!"
" I don't have to, we're still teenagers after all. Just because we fight monsters doesn't mean we have love perfected."
" Fair point,"
Ending their conversation, the two Griffindors reached around all the other student and got what they needed.
Most people had gotten the first steps done without issues. Most of which were simple things, ones even the worst at potions could do. It was the next few steps that would cause trouble.
" You have to grind them Harry," Hermione said, pointing out the failure in Harry's pestle.
" I don't understand how, I don't understand why it has to be done in a certain clockwise/counterclockwise order," Harry admitted, looking pitifully defeated.
He looked down once more at the clumped mess, this was not going to go well. To be honest, he wasn't even that bad at potions. Without the disturbance of Malfoy, or the irritating eavesdropping professor, he wouldn't do half bad. Or maybe, if the man actually tried to teach them, Harry would understand why this had to be so complicated. Of course that was too much to ask for.
" Mr. Potter stop your sulking. If you paid attention once in a while, you would find this potion, and the concept of grinding rather simple," Snape commented from his desk. The Slytherins between himself and the Potter child snickered. They did that frequently
Red flooded Harry's cheeks and he dumped out his ruined dried beetle. Shwoosh! The sound no one wanted to hear in a potions room caught to life, and it came from none other than Neville Longbottom's couldren. Huge bouts of a steamy cloud rapidly poured throughout the room. Everyone except for the potion's master who had an automatic bubble charm against fumes coughed and hacked on the smoke.
With a swish of his wand, Snape cleared the room only to find in empty. Where had all the brats gone? Dread like no other filled the man, he was in so much shit now. Before he started to walk out, the black haired man noticed the piles of clothed on the floor, each in the place of a previous student. With a closer look, he could see some of them moved jerkily, small noises coming from others. Wand out, he slowly made his way towards the nearest one, a previous griffindor girl had been there. He peered into the pile and felt a shock like no other widen his eyes in astonishment, damped by fear.