The next morning, Harry awoke to a bizarre sensation that seemed to be all over his body. He was really itchy. Looking down at his hands, he almost fainted. Looking in his pyjama pants, he did. So this was Snape's revenge…?
*
Chapter 11
Harry awoke in a bright, white room. He could smell bleach and medicine. Hospital Wing, was the first thing that came to mind.
He looked around, hoping to see someone that might have some answers. He was alone. He looked down at his blankets, giving his eyes a rest from the blinding white walls and floor. Even when he didn't have his glasses on, he was affected by the whiteness of the place.
He took a breath, hoping to calm himself for what he might see when he looked under the covers. He hoped someone had done something before he'd woken up.
*
Severus strode confidently to the Hospital Wing. His assistance had been called for by Madame Pomfrey and was, apparently, urgent. He wondered what could be so urgent at this time of the morning.
*
Harry almost screamed. He couldn't believe no one had done anything to remedy his situation! He was a fucking yeti! He let his pyjama pants snap back over his hips, not wanting to look at the disaster area. Then, he noticed them. His hands. They were covered in hair. He looked like he had paws! He felt like crying! What the hell is going on? He flopped back against his pillow, wishing someone was there to give him answers. As his head hit the pillow, he noticed his hair was quite long. It reached his elbows, now. Sighing, he sat up again, retrieving his glasses and hopped out of bed to stand in front of the mirror at the other end of the room.
He was ready to see what had happened now. He didn't faint or scream when he looked at himself in the mirror. He was expecting worse, actually.
Where the 'shampoo' had run down his forehead, a thick covering of black hair had grown. The rest of his face was quite smooth, though he had some ghastly side burns. He sighed, looking down his pants again, taking in the damage once more.
Everywhere he'd… touched, there was long, thick, shiny hair. His penis was completely covered and could hardly be seen. He could just feel the hair between his arse cheeks and in his anus. It was rather annoying. And kind of itchy. He sighed, trying not to cry. Letting his pyjama pants go again, he stared at his face, taking note of the elbow-length hair. He thought he'd look rather good with shoulder-length hair if his face wasn't half-covered in his eyebrows. Or sideburns. He frowned, wondering when someone was going to help him. He also wondered how he'd ended up in the Hospital Wing. Probably Ron… I hope he used the invisibility cloak. Sighing, he continued to take in his appearance.
*
Severus threw open the door to the Hospital Wing. He was impatient to get through this quickly as possible, so that he might at least have a piece of toast before having to teach the little cretins first thing in the morning.
When he looked around, he almost laughed aloud in absolute glee. He watched as Harry Potter took in his new appearance in a full length mirror. He couldn't tell what kind of look he had on his face, for it was hidden from view by his very long, very thick, eyebrow. He held in a most undignified snort of laughter at the sight and strode into the ward, startling Potter as he appeared in the mirror behind him.
"Potter," he drawled, loving the affect it had on the boy. "What have you gotten yourself into now?" He smirked at the hairy young man through the mirror, taking in the damage he'd done. It was too funny.
*
Harry tensed as he saw his teacher appear behind him in the mirror. He kept his gaze on his own chest, as he fought the urge to swing around and punch the man in the face. The bastard probably had something to do with it! He grit his teeth and finally allowed himself to make eye contact, at the satisfied tone of his professor's words. He just knew it was him. The moment he saw the evil glint in the man's eyes, he just knew.
He glared as best he could through the annoying eyebrow that obstructed his view. He knew exactly what Snape'd done. He just didn't know how to fix it. The evil bastard… He at last let himself speak, if only to try to hide his complete mortification.
"Professor," he nodded, hoping that would be enough. Apparently, it was. Well, it was because at that moment, Madame Pomfrey made her entrance. She looked at them both sternly, probably suspecting something awful to have been going on in her absence.
"Mr Potter, kindly return to your bed." She watched him like a hawk as he shuffled off, before turning to Snape.
*
Severus fixed a smirk in place as he listened to Poppy.
"As you can see, he's had another accident. But this one, I can't seem to fix. I can't make the hair go away. If I cut it, it grows longer. If I give him the antidote to a normal Hair Growth potion, it grows longer, still! I think you're our best bet, Severus." He basked in her helplessness for a moment before answering.
"I'll see what I can do, Poppy. I think Mr Potter will have to wait a while before I can produce anything of assistance, though. I do need to run some tests on him. To see what exactly I'm dealing with. It could take weeks." He subtly stressed that for Potter, whom he knew was listening. "And, I'm afraid I won't be able to start the process until tonight, after classes. As you know, my day is quite full today." The look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice dared anyone to argue with him. His smirk fixed itself on his lips again as he saw the look of reluctant acceptance in Poppy's eyes.
"Very well, Severus. I know you're a busy man. Thank you for helping. Perhaps you could stock me on the antidote when you've managed to find it? I have a feeling it was something to do with the Weasley twins…" she scowled at the idea of those two doing something like this to any more students. Severus just allowed his smirk to grow, knowing he was far from a suspect in the old woman's mind.
"Until then, Poppy." He nodded to her before making his way to the door.
"Wait, Severus," she placed a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Yes?" He sighed. He should have know he wouldn't escape that easily.
"Would you mind taking a look at him? Whatever it is seems to have… er… affected the most… private areas." She looked a bit embarrassed. Oh, for God's sake! You're a nurse, woman! He glared at her, but nodded nonetheless. My, my, Potter… what have you been doing? He chuckled mentally, as he was led to Potter's bedside. "OK, Severus, I'll give you two some privacy." She then turned to Potter. "Strip, Potter. Professor Snape needs to examine you to best diagnose your problem." With that, she flicked her wand, making the curtain enclose the two before leaving to attend to other medical matters.
Severus reclined in the visitors' chair. He simply looked at Potter, smirk still firmly attached to his lips.
"You heard her, Potter." He repressed the urge to grin. He thought he knew what had happened, but he wanted to confirm it. And to embarrass the boy a little in the process was just the cherry on top!
*
Harry felt the blood drain from his face. There was no way he was stripping in front of Severus Snape. Especially not like this. He had a feeling the man would know exactly how he'd manage to be affected in… certain areas. He then felt the blood return to his face. He really didn't want to do this.
"You know what happened! You did it!" He growled, crossing his arms on his chest. He glared at the smug look on Snape's face. The git may as well have confessed right then and there.
"Whatever do you mean, Mr Potter?" Harry could tell Snape was enjoying this way too much.
"I don't know how you did it, but I know it was you! You put Hair Growth potion in my shampoo!" He huffed tucking the ends of his eyebrow behind his ears and folded his arms once more.
"Jumping to conclusions, eh, Potter? And you expect me to help you with that attitude?"
"No, I don't expect you to help me. I'll find the antidote myself."
"And how do you expect to do that? Madame Pomfrey just explained that the usual antidote doesn't work. Nor does cutting your hair."
"I'll find something!" He refused to give Snape the satisfaction of giving up and admitting he needed any kind of help from him.
"Now, now, Mr Potter, it could take a while before you find any sort of cure. What will you do until then?" Snape had a shit-eating grin on his face now. Harry wanted to punch it.
"You just wait, Snape! I don't need you to help me!" He yelled, and jumped off the bed. He wished he had his wand. He wanted to hex Snape's nose into a beak. But, he had to settle for storming out of the Hospital Wing instead.
**
As he made his way back to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry had to endure the stares and giggles of his fellow students. He was in his pyjamas. He had hair growing thick and luxurious out of his forehead and hands. He was walking awkwardly because of the hair in his anus, which constantly rubbed his prostate. He was in Hell. He just hoped he managed to get to his room before his erection made itself known to everyone. He just wanted to curl up and die.
Thankfully, he made it to his dorm without becoming fully aroused. He really needed to find a cure. And fast! He avoided the shower, not wanting to go in there again just yet. He dressed quickly and brushed his teeth, making his way to his first class. Vowing to hex anyone who made a comment about his appearance.
He got to the Transfiguration classroom just as everyone else was being seated. He avoided eye contact with anyone and sat by himself in the back of the room, in the corner. Every shift he made in his seat made the hair in his anal passage move against the sensitive nerve endings. And his prostate. He could feel the tears of frustration building in the corners of his eyes as he tried to concentrate on turning his parrot into a treasure chest.
By the end of the lesson, he managed to get a squawking wooden box. It would do for now, he guessed. He glared at anyone who tried to talk to him. He just wanted to be alone for now. Until he'd begun his research.
By lunch time, Harry was only feeling slightly better. He would still only talk to Ron and Hermione, though.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, wincing when he glared at her for her ridiculous question. "You know what I mean. Do you know who did this?" She asked tenderly, placing a stack of sandwiches on his plate, next to the potato salad placed there by Ron.
"I know who did it. I'm not telling you. You wouldn't believe me anyway. And stop force feeding me!" he pushed his plate of untouched food away and crossed his arms, glaring at the table. "I'm going to the library," he said sullenly, picking up his bag and leaving his bewildered friends.
*
Severus' morning was particularly good. Even though he'd had to miss breakfast, he had the image of Hairy Potter in his head to keep his mind from his empty stomach. He gleefully took points from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as he monitored their potions. He couldn't wait until his class with Potter later in the day. It would be the highlight of his day!
He watched the boy at lunch as he told off his friends and stormed off to the library. He ate his food, enjoying the taste even more so than usual. Life was good.
**
Finally, his lesson with Potter arrived. He knew the boy wouldn't have found anything in the library. The Hair Growth he'd slipped in the shampoo bottle was his own recipe. And only he had the antidote. The best part of the whole prank was… It was Potter's own creation from his lesson the day before. And, judging by how much his hair had grown, the little dunderhead had added too much rogainus leaves and not enough pickled newt toes. He finished his lunch and glided his way to his class. He had just the potion for them to brew.
Potter walked in late, his head down, steps shuffling. Just the perfect opportunity for Severus to take some points!
"You're late, Potter. Twenty points from Gryffindor." He smirked at the glare that earned him. "A further ten for your attitude. Now, sit down and start working on your potion." The boy just turned his glare to the floor and trudged to the back of the room, sitting next to Weasley and readying his station for work. You glare and pout now, Potter, but later you'll be happy you turned up. Severus sneered at the boy as he sat down behind his desk.
By the end of the class, Severus' good mood had dwindled down. He now only felt mildly better than usual as he had to vanish Longbottom's potion again and give the airheaded Brown girl detention for 'inappropriate touching' along with Finnegan. He shuddered. I suppose she had to make do with what she had. He mentally shuddered and watched as the class packed away their messes, bottling their finished potions and placing them on the desk as they filed past. He glanced at Potter's potion and realised it wouldn't pass for dirty dishwater. He sighed, barking the boy's name.
"Potter! Here. Now!" He waited until all the other students had gone until he addressed Potter. "Your potion is unacceptable. At best. You will brew it again. Right now." He smirked, loving the glare on the boy's hairy little face.
"Yes, Sir," he grit out, obviously trying to reign in his temper.
*
Harry made sure he followed the directions exactly this time. He made sure he stirred exactly twenty times clockwise and added just the right amount of lacewings. Finally, when the Shearing Drought had been completed, once more, he bottled it and handed it in roughly.
"There you go, sir." He turned to leave.
"Not so fast, Potter," came the reply. "Drink it."
"Excuse me?" He didn't know what drinking this potion would do. It was called Shearing Drought. What on earth would it be shearing? He didn't really trust Snape at the moment.
"You heard me, Potter. Drink it."
"No." With that, he turned on his heel and left, slamming the door.
He sat down at the dinner table, fuming. He picked at the food on his plate. For once, Ron and Hermione had let him get his own food and left him and his appetite alone.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione lay a gentle hand on his shoulder, gently stroking his long hair. "Did he give you detention or something?" She removed her hand at his glare.
"No. I had to redo my potion."
"Oh. How did it go?"
"Fine."
"Well… ok." She left him alone after that. He was glad. He wasn't feeling very sociable. I can't believe I wanted to be his friend. If I don't get the antidote from him soon, I'm going to hex his balls off!
He decided to have a shower before going to bed. He was sweaty where all the hair was and he probably smelled pretty badly. He didn't even think about masturbating this time around. During the day, the rubbing against his prostate had become more itchy than arousing. He no longer needed to worry about strategically placed robes.
As he was brushing out his new hair, he climbed into bed. He sighed, laying back, placing the brush on his bedside table. When he turned over to get comfortable, sliding his hand under the pillow, he felt something cold and glassy. He pulled it out and sat up.
It was the potion he'd had to make again before going to dinner. He scowled at the bottle. He could faintly see his reflection. He was hideous! He angrily wiped away the tears that made their way down his face. How could he do that to me? He sniffled. He sat the potion on his bedside table, making himself comfortable once more.
When he slid his hand under his pillow again, he felt something else. It was a piece of parchment. Growling, he took it out and read it.
Potter,
Revenge is sweet.
You dunderhead. This is the antidote. Drink it. Perhaps next time, you will listen to someone who obviously knows better than you.
You will lose.
Harry almost laughed. So, Snape was playing with him! He grabbed the potion again, taking the stopper out and gulped it down. He felt a tingle go throughout his body. He gasped at the feeling of the hair on his forehead, hands and pubic area disappearing. He felt much lighter when his hair shortened to just above his shoulders and his eyebrow once more became two, much smaller, neater individual brows.
Just to make sure, he looked down at himself, shoving his hand down his pants, feeling around for the hair. It was all gone! This time, he did laugh. Perhaps Snape wasn't so bad. He'd suspected so before, but now this proved it. The bastard was actually playing along!
He went to sleep, grinning. He had something a little mean planned for his professor.
**
The next day, Harry had a free period and no Potions. The perfect opportunity to put his plan into action. He grinned wickedly as he plotted and schemed during breakfast. His free period was after lunch, so he had plenty of time to sort out the kinks.
"Harry, how did you get rid of the hair?" Ron asked as he helped himself to copious amounts of food. As usual.
"Oh, I guess whatever it was just wore off." He shrugged, eating some bacon and eggs.
"Lucky you, eh?" Ron grinned, stuffing his face.
"I wonder who did it. Are you sure you won't tell us?"
"No. Don't worry. I have a plan to get back at them." He allowed his evil grin to return for a moment, before finishing off his waffles and pumpkin juice. "I'll see you in Charms." He set off for the library, intent on getting this particular prank right.
*
Severus once again watched Potter at breakfast. The little shit had a nasty little grin on his face. Severus knew that didn't bode well for him. He couldn't wait.
He didn't have to worry about Potter today. Thank the Gods and Fates and whatever other higher powers there were. He didn't think he could face the brat today. As much fun as it was to watch him walk around looking like an ape all day, he didn't like to spend too much time with the whiny Gryffindor. He would enjoy his day off, today.
*
Harry chuckled to himself as he made his way to Hogsmead. Being in Sixth Year had its perks. He could go to the little village whenever he liked. Well, when he had a free lesson, or the weekends, anyway. He had his plan all figured out. After confirming the idea in the library, he was excited to get this done. He just needed the help of a faithful little House Elf. Sometimes, Dobby could be quite useful!
Making his way to the pet shop, Harry smiled at the passersby when they gawked at him. At least it wasn't for being too hairy, this time!
The bell tinkled as he opened the door, entering the strange-smelling establishment. He looked around as he made his way to the counter, looking at all the strange animals. There were a few normal animals like puppies and kittens, but there were also magical creatures that he'd never heard of, too. He had no idea what a Swiss Budder was, but he didn't really want to find out. It looked a bit nasty…
"Ah, how may I help you, young man?" The shop attendant asked as he approached. She was an elderly witch with a kind face and huge spectacles.
"Well, I just wanted to buy some catnip, actually." He smiled kindly at her as she wrestled a feisty Kneazle kitten into a collar and travelling cage.
"I see… and how much will you be needing?"
"I… don't know. A lot, I guess. My aunt has several cats, you see. And she insists on giving them all a birthday party. I thought I'd give them a present this year." He shrugged, hoping he sounded like he was telling the truth. Mrs Figg had given him the idea, actually. He chuckled at the memory of the dotty old woman.
"Ah, isn't that sweet? Your aunt is a lucky woman, isn't she?" She cooed, finally able to give him her full attention. "Now, how many cats does she have and how much catnip do you want to give each?"
"Uh, last time I was there, she had… twenty cats. She has a big house, you see." He hoped this wasn't pushing the story too far.
"Oh, ok. Uh, let me see how much I've got in the back." She disappeared behind the curtain behind her desk and left him to look around. She's trusting, isn't she..? He turned around, leaning on the counter, taking in all the animals once more. There was even a large python in a glass tank on a shelf. He smiled at it and decided to say hello while he was there.
At last, the old woman came back out with a large box of catnip. She sat it down on the counter with a relieved sigh. It must have been heavy. Harry left his conversation with the python (Monty, as he'd been told its name was) and made it back to the counter.
"Will this be enough, dear?" She smiled.
"Oh, I think this will be plenty. Thank you so much." He paid for the minty-smelling leaves, shrunk them and put them in his pocket. The poor old woman must have been a Squib.
**
It was no trouble to get Dobby to help him with this next little prank. The House Elf was only too eager to help Harry Potter. Harry had handed over the box of catnip with specific instructions. He knew he could rely on Dobby.
AN: Hello again, my darling readers! I hope you liked this latest instalment. The idea was given to me by Egglorru once again. She really is awesome!
And, thanks again for all the amazing reviews! I never get tired of hearing from you.