The Switch
The Switch
Des: What if something went wrong during Snape's Occlumency Lessons
HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO JK ROWLING
Chapter: 6 - Herbology Class
A/N: Yes, its late, I know! But I don't know what came over me. It took me way too long to write this then I expected. I guess it was because I was procrastinating and before I knew it, it was 10:52! There probably won't be a chapter tomorrow, but the day after. DONT SHOOT ME!! I need a break. PLEASE understand!! If you do I'll give you three chapters on the weekend, and a cookie! Yuck! I feel so Warner Bros right now. Well, it's not like I'm promising you a new chapter NEXT YEAR. OH SORRY!! Forgive my ranting, and on with chapter 6!
Harry looked at Dumbledore, who was staring back at him, then at Snape, who had not moved his head and was staring at the wall behind the Headmaster.
"Let me out" he repeated.
"No Harry" said Dumbledore calmly.
Harry was about to explode, and knew it. He gave up trying to open the door and began to pace the room.
"Harry you must understand-"
"Understand what, exactly? Please do explain why I've had to be a complete ass to everybody, just so that they would suspect anything, why he's been a jerk to my friends, and why you're defending HIM!"
Dumbledore just sat there, but Harry could have sworn he paled a bit.
"Harry please sit. Severus, if you will?" Snape nodded, and left. Dumbledore waited until he heard the door before he spoke.
"Harry, you must understand that Snape has had a lot to deal with in the past month." A sudden thought occurred to Harry.
"Sir, will I have to go be a Death Eater when the Dark Mark burns?" he asked, looking disgustingly at Snape's forearm. Dumbledore looked worried, and said:
"Let us hope that it does not burn Harry. But, I do not think that he will expect you if you are under my wing, and if I forbid you. Not that I need to, I presume? But we musn't be bold. Don't bet your Galleons he might not suspect anything if you don't keep in direct contact."
" So, what should I do sir?" said Harry, his heart rate quickening.
"I'm afraid we will just have to wait, and watch it Harry."
It was as if a brick slid down Harry's throat. Didn't Dumbledore know that it was near impossible for Harry to sit and wait?
"Ok sir..." he said. It was NOT okay. He knew that he would rarely be thinking of anything but what it took to impersonate Snape. How could Dumbledore have forgotten that one small detail that justified who Harry was?
He got up and made his way to the door. He tried the handle; it was not locked this time. Harry didn't know whether Dumbledore sensed his bitterness towards him, but, he did not get to find out, for all he said was:
"Goodnight, Harry." And with that, Harry left, not turning back, or returning Dumbledore's words.
He almost went to the Gryffindor common room, but, realizing himself, sighed and went back to the hidden corridor, under the trap door, and down to the Head of Slytherin bedroom, wondering how on earth he was going to get some sleep.
Severus left Dumbledore's office feeling guilty, and sickened with himself. Dumbledore and Potter were probably dreaming up new ways to humiliate and torture him, as he walked back to the Gryffindor common room.
How the hell could he have forgotten that he knew the potion all this time?
He stopped. He knew what he would do. He made his way to the Potions room that magically appeared for him on the seventh floor last time, when he had to brew the Wolfsbane Potion for Lupin. Yes, that's what he would do. He would have a head start on the potion, to lessen the time for the torture that was being Harry Potter.
He broke into a run, not stopping until...
"Harry!!Harry stop!!HARRY!!" 'OH GOD!!' thought Severus. Potters stupid friends were chasing him down. There was no way of reaching the room now.
"Harry where were you?!" said Granger, sounding exasperated. "You've already missed most of your classes, and I'm not letting you miss Herbology aswell!" and with surprising force, she dragged him to the greenhouses, Weasley not far behind. 'PERFECT, JUST PERFECT!!' thought Snape. His mind was racing with angry retorts to say to Grangers constant whining, but none came to his mouth.
"-and not to mention Umbridge is looking for you! You have detention Harry!!" she was saying this as if it was the most horrible thing that could happen. Yay, more reasons for him not to even start that Potion... "Well at least we didn't have Professor Snape today, he wasn't there. No note or anything either..." she said, more to herself then to Severus.
Severus stopped. He thought sickeningly of all the students that had gotten a whole period to relax in his absence of teaching.
"HARRY COME ON!! WHER'E GOING TO BE LATE!!" Granger shouted, causing several first years to stare, and then hurry of to their class. He sighed and continued running. There was nothing he could do. Was he seriously going to go off and teach Potions looking like Potter? "Honestly Harry, I would have thought you would be more eager to get to class after finding out half the teachers are looking for you!"
"OK Gran-er-Hermione I'm coming!" he said. But she didn't seem to be listening. They finally entered the greenhouse and all the Gryffindors were eyeing him angrily, the Slytherins, looking mildly impressed.
"We lost 300 hundred points altogether because of you!" whispered Seamus to him, from the edge of the table, before Professer Sprout walked in.
"Yes, gather in groups of three please! Today we will be learning-Oh Potter!" she said suddenly. "Um, is there anyone who will be able to take over the class? Excellent! Yes Miss. Granger! Harry, may I have a word please? Excellent, follow me!" She led him into her office in the back.
A/N: Who wants Professor Sprout to have a crush on him? IM KIDDING, I SAID DONT SHOOT! Yes, since you brandishing that gun in my face, -takes out rolled up piece of parchment and prepares to read- Hem Hem "By Order Of Merlin I Command You To Refrain From," Hem Hem "Tracking Me Down," Hem Hem "Poisoning Me," Hem Hem "Casting The Cruciatis Curse On Me, Or In Other Words," Hem Hem "Creeping Me Out, Or Harming Me In Any Way. Or Merlin's Boxers Forbid, I Shall Be Granted To "Unforgivable Curse Your Ass" Into Oblivion." Unnaturally fast voice says:
""Unforgivable Cursing Your Ass" , may include your being subject to,1.A slow and painful death,2.The Cruciatus curse until you imagination is as full as mine! Or 3.The Imperious Curse to make you do things that vary from crazy to creepy (use your imagination, or we shall just skip to #2) :D." You heard the rules!!
