(A/N: My dears, sorry to have left you dangling- if I may use the expression- for so long, but my BA thesis ate my brane, kthnxbai. However, it had to be done, and now leaves me free to move on to higher and more entertaining things. Re: this chapter. The joke is old, I know, but the setting was so new and so tempting, I could not let it pass. The lyrics quoted belong to Prince, as I believe he is now called, and the first bit is quoted from HBP, which belongs to JKR and Warner Brothers and Bloomsbury Books. I may have gotten that wrong, but that will teach them to make ownership less baffling a concept.)
Chapter Four: The Potions Master Formerly Known As Prince
Mustering all his powers of concentration, Harry thought, Levi-
"No, Potter!" screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backwards, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenceless as Dumbledore had been. Snape's pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. His mouth twitched a few times, and his feet shuffled as though he was struggling against himself, before he, to Harry's utter surprise, suddenly burst into song:
"How can
u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe
I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe
you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never
satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it
sounds like
When doves cry…"
He twirled as he finished the last line, robes billowing melodramatically against the flame-drenched sky. Harry looked on, a thought dawning on him.
"Aha," he said, pushing himself up onto his elbows, "so YOU are the Half-blood Prince!"