Hooray for April Fool's Day! I couldn't resist, guys, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did to write it!
Insert the usual disclaimer here.
March-April 1992
"So, how did you come by the title of the Half-Blood Prince?" Daisy asked confused to Professor Snape in his office.
"Well, I am a half-blood," he said calmly, "My mother was a pure-blooded witch from the Prince lineage, which is known for its excelled duelists and Potion makers."
"Well, perhaps a secret code then, to ensure it's the other in case I open up the second level of projection?" she asked, and he narrowed his eyes. "The second level means that the projector can take someone or some animal with them as they project. The third level is projecting into the future, I think, but I'm not sure."
"I see," he said calmly, and was silent for a bit. "Perhaps… an alteration of an older code I had with a friend."
"Okay," she said considering.
"In a bed of Daisies, there is a frog," he said calmly.
"And that frog is the Half-Blood Prince," she finished with a grin, and he nodded. "I like it. But why is it a frog?"
"It's that custom?" he asked, "And besides, we don't want them figuring out what house I'm from if it's not me."
"but frogs are so ugly!" she protested, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, so you don't think I'm ugly?" he asked, and she blushed. "Hm, now this is interesting. I'll tell you what, you'll take your finals in private, as the staff has agreed, since you missed four months of your education and will most likely still be behind. I've got an extra special final in mind for you."
A week later was April Fool's, and she greatly enjoyed the April Fool's Joke that she managed to play on him – all his clothes were white, with frilly baby blue lace on it. The only way the spell would wear off was at the end of the week. He had been extremely angry and irritable at this, but she could tell that the "Golden Trio", as Snape had so recently dubbed Harry, Ron and Hermione, was enjoying every second of it. to her astonishment, she, too, was the butt of a prank, and it was that she was wearing green robes instead of red all day. The Slytherins were jeering and calling her a Mudblood, while the Lions were calling her a traitor and throwing food at her.
Snape put a stop to it by handing out detentions to the ones who had thrown food at her, scolding them and yelling at them for making a mess and acting like two year olds. He also gave Daisy a detention, but she knew she would be the only one who he would watch over. it came to no shock to him when she got up and almost collapsed again, but he put his fingers to her jugular to check her pulse to find it there and strong.
"What happened?" they heard the other three heads of houses ask.
"Probably just recurrence from her coma," Snape said calmly. "The Healers did say that she would probably experience dizzy spells for a while."
"I'm surprised she lasted this long without one," Pomona said startled. "She's done extremely well for someone who was hovering between life and death for four months."
"We should get her to Poppy," Fillius squeaked.
"Since she's an honorary Slytherin," Snape said as he lifted her into his arms. "What? She's wearing green, she's an honorary Slytherin. Merlin knows that only a powerful witch or wizard could have done such a feat with her school robes."
The others stared after him as he walked off, and he carried her straight to the infirmary. She remained there all day, with the twins trying to bring her a toilet seat (she really did love how those two had a wonderful sense of humor), and with Professor Snape sending up a third year Potions textbook for her to read. It was with her nose in this book that the others on staff found her, and they immediately recognized the worn book of their colleague.
"Daisy!" she hear Harry, Ron, and Hermione rush up. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, thanks to Professor Snape," she said calmly. "If he hadn't saved my life in Potions class so quickly back in November, I'd have died or not be able to function right ever again. as it is, I'm already playing catch-up for what the coma erased from my mind, but the teachers have been very supportive of me throughout the whole mess."
"Yeah, but Percy said you almost fell and that Snape caught you," Ron protested.
"Yes, this morning," she said calmly, "Because I have dizzy spells as constant remaining effects of the coma I was in. however, it was in November that I was tripped and my head rammed a bench and then the floor, giving me a double concussion and blunt-force-trauma to the head. If Professor Snape hadn't had that emergency First Aid kit on hand, I'd have died."
"Wow, the Greasy Git actually cares," Ron marveled, "Oh wait, it's only because he'll lose his job if he doesn't."
"Leave him alone!" Daisy half-shouted, "Just because you're angry at the way he keeps acting doesn't mean you can just insult him! He's our Professor, he has a reason for everything he does, just like the rest of us! If you've got a problem with how he behaves, then why don't you go talk with him about it man to man? Or are you too much of a coward?"
"Man, they were right," Ron said disgusted, "You fancy him! You may as well have been sorted into the house of the snakes if you love him so much! You should just head down to his office and let him shag you so you can get a better grade!"
"My grade doesn't need helping in his class, thank you!" she yelled angrily as the four heads of houses walked in silently with shock on their faces at what Ron had said. "I haven't gotten anything less than an Outstanding in his class since October of my first year, and that was because I studied my posterior off in the library to try to get a good grade! I've wanted to be a Potions Mistress when I grew up ever since I walked into an Apothecary for the first time on my trip to Diagon Alley as an eleven year old, and if you've got a problem with that, then you can go to Hades for all I care!"
"You're a bloody snake, and nothing more!" Ron shot back angrily, "You're just a bloody, slimy, greasy-hair loving snake!"
"I hope Ares or Kronos gets their hands on you!" she screamed, "And may Aphrodite make sure to give you Tartarus when you hit puberty!"
"Stupid bigot!" Ron yelled, "In case you forgot, he hates Gryffindors! Why do you think he was trying to kill Harry at that Quidditch match?!"
"And what would you know about curses and counter-curses to accuse me of such, Weasley?" he said darkly, and the trio wheeled around to face four angry heads of houses.
"And while we're at it, what makes you think you can come in here and aggravate a patient that is trying to rest and recover?" Minerva said appalled, "I'm very disappointed in you three."
"Hear Hear," Fillius and Pomona agreed.
"As for you, Miss Dare, detention every night for three months for such language," Snape said coldly, "I don't know if the others understood what you were talking about, but I most certainly did."
"Severus?" Minerva asked confused.
"I'll explain later," he said curtly as Quirrel walked in. "Don't you have a detention to see over, Quirinus?"
"S-s-s-Sev-ver-r-rus," he stuttered terrified, "I-I-I w-was w-w-w-wondering i-i-if you c-could h-help me w-with a p-problem…"
"I'll help you when you answer the question I asked you in St. Mungo's over Miss Dare's unconscious body," he snapped. "And I want a verbal answer in front of her as well, and may Zeus take pity on you if you don't answer me before the end of the year."
"Severus!" Minerva yelled in shock, and he sneered in her direction. "Oh, oh, he's mad."
"You three, out," Snape snarled pointing at the door and glaring at the trio of first years.
They scurried out, with Quirinus, Fillius, and Pomona on their heels. Only the lion and snake heads of Houses remained. Snape then went on to explain that Zeus, Ares and Hades were Greek Gods, Aprodite a Greek Goddess, Kronos was their Titan father, and Tartarus was the Greek version of the seven pits of hell. The elderly lioness gaped as Snape stormed out of the room with an aura to match a Greek Fury.
I couldn't resist to do a prank, but I didn't want a prank war just yet. Let me know what you think about the pranks!
Please review! Prank ideas and constructive critisism (but no flames) are always welcome!