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After a careful weighting of my reviewers want, I decided to update this story. The problem with this story is that I don't know what to write. one lonesome kid yells !get on with it! Author glares at the kid for a long time, then continues without any further ado the rest of this story.
Just as readers' note Snape's thoughts will be underlined.
Severus Snape was in a foul mood. The Ministry of Magic was after his blood and the only way to escape time in Azkaban was to teach in the muggle world. His sentence was to spend one muggle school year, teaching muggles.
There was only four months left with one opening and it was far away in Harry Potter's home town.
Now when the Ministry had assigned him a classroom, someone forgot to tell him that his foe's son was in this class. He scanned the lot of smelly, spoiled kids he was going to teach for four insufferable months.
"Class I'll like you to meet Mr. Snape your new Teacher," said Mrs. Pelter.
Quick little note Harry's thoughts are italtized and Snape's are underlined.
"Does he ever go outside, poor old bat"
"Unsufferable, spoiled, dirty muggle children, at least I am not among unsufferable, spoiled, dirty and unintelligent Gryffindors"
"I trust that your students will be well behaved and will do their utmost best to do their classwork for the rest of this year." Snape finally said.
"I feel sorry for him, it must be hard to speak with a big nose"
"I bet the revolting, obese, shill woman didn't understand a word I said"
"Children I know you will be good for Mr.Snape" Mrs.Pelter said before running out the door.
"Maybe he's nice"
"Insufferable teacher leaving me with insufferable students"
Snape sneered.
"On the inside"
"I can't wait to fail all of them"
His sneer deepened.
"Deep on the inside"
"Then I'll store the memory of the tears in a pensive to watch on my bad days"
Snape moved to desk and saw the attendance sheet.
"Abott, Caroline"
The girl in question stood up with a cheery smile on her face saying "Here"
"First of all Miss Abott you will wipe off that silly gin on your face, second you will always say sir when addressing me"
Her smile dimmed but it was still there.
"Here, sir"
"Very deep on the inside"
"Breaking children's hearts will bring peace to my soul"
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When the sour old man got to Harry's name, he paused. The sneer turned into a snarl and his eyes showed only venom. In short it was a expression of pure hatred.
"Just a hair better than my family"
"He just had to be here, out all the children in the British Isles it had to be him"
"Harry Potter"
"Here, Sir'
"When you address me, you will address me as sir, Professor Snape, sir"
"Yes, sir, Professor Snape, sir"
"He can't me get in trouble for this"
"I can't get him in trouble for that"
"Mr. Potter sit down"
"I am sitting down"
"This is going to be a long 4 months"
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By the time class was over Harry wanted to go back to his cupboard. His last haven was being taken over a man who was better than Uncle Vernon (which was not saying a lot.
He waited for the classroom to empty which took less time than before to see about his daily assignments.
Severus was happily failing all his students. Since he knew none of them could have never passed the class, he hoped that failing grades from now until the end of the year would fix that. (The school system had learned to ignore all the grades that he wrote down). When Potter was waiting at the end of class he was pondering at the act of obvious suicide.
"Sir if I may have my daily assignments" Harry said. Snape smirked, which if you're a normal person could bad for your health.
"So your punishment was do more work, well it doesn't look like it's working"
To Snape's way of thinking no one would want more work so it must be punishment. He skipped over the teacher's note and went straight to the folder labeled Harry's work. In it were tabs that marked on which day were the packets given.
"Mr. Potter here is your work"
"So Mrs. Pelter didn't forget me"
Harry beamed at the sight of the packet and took it quickly, going to the door in smooth motion.
"So this punishment is too soft for the golden boy"
"Thank you" Harry said.
"O we will have none of that"
"I hope Dudley doesn't catch me"
"Mr. Potter, it has come to attention that you are in need of a detention"
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
"He'll never see this coming"
"Come again?"
"Maybe he will let me escape Dudley this time"
"He won't escape justice this time"
" I believe detentions from now until the end of the school year will fix your problem with respect"
"This is the best day of my life"
"This will be the worst day of his life"
"If more detentions are needed then we will just add on to your time" the bat added.
Harry looked like he was about to cry.
"Someone does care for me"
"Potter will not find pity in my soul"
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In Harry's opinion the detention was too short but otherwise perfect. He was ordered to scrape off all the gum, a very easy task. The Duesleys had given him harder tasks. He was done with all the school desks in the classroom half an hour. The sub ignored him for the most part and that was the way he liked it. He did work much better that way, sure the sub turned around to look at Harry once in a while but then again Mr. Snape was doing his job.
Harry didn't know why Snape was looking after him but he was grateful. For once an adult was protecting him from his family.
When he was done, Harry walked out of the room with a quick " I'm done, sir, Professor Snape, sir".
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In Severus' opinion the detention was too fleeing but otherwise flawless, a moment he was going to treasure. He had learned from his 3 months in the muggle school systems that scraping gum was the worst detetion ever. Even he would rather scrub cauldrons than touch someone else's spit. At the least the potion master had to make sure that the potions left inside would not affect the student (badly). The gum under the seats and desks were as disgusting and germ infected as the day they were stuck on. He didn't look up much for fear of breaking into a victory dance. He only looked up to make sure this wasn't a dream.
Only a mere 30 minutes later Potter ran off with only a "I'm done, sir, Professor Snape, sir", as explanation.
Five minutes and a closing of all doors and windows later the Potions Bat was happily doing a victory dance.
Hi, me again, I want to have a vote on whether I should write by stating what Snape and Harry are thinking at the same time, or at different times or either way. And yes, I do worry about my writing style.