The Prank
A/N: PLEASE READ! Thank you to my loyal readers who have taken interest in this story and people who just started following me because of this story! I would like to say reviews are appreciated because it lets me know peoples insight and if I am writing the characters accordingly. Also, I would like to point out that I have a story I have done called Nargel Hunting in Maine starring our beautiful Loony Luna and our wonderfully mad Jefferson. The story is an unfinished prequel for this but bot can be read independently.
Hogwarts; what a dismally plebian name for such a dark beauty as this castle is. Why was Regina working at this misnomer again? Ah yes, Henry, she does it for Henry; her darling little Ravenclaw. Thankfully after the stint in Neverland Emma was more willing to allow her access to Henry after swearing to not corrupt him with Kora's wicked ways as Regina was and promised detailed updates of his curriculum and activities. He seemed to gravitate towards quidditch and gobstones, already in trouble with the flying instructor Madame Hooch for being so adventurous and wondering closer to the Forbidden Forest with every class due to his wanting to converse with the centaurs and other creatures of the forest.
Regina was in an unpleasant mood this morning as well due to the bullies of Gryffindor attacking young Grace simply because she was Hufflepuff and they overheard the girls in her year whispering of her tears for her mother at night. How cruel children can be when they should know of the horrors of war their grandparents and parents' generation went through when half of them are missing aunts, uncles, fathers, mothers, and grandparents that would have been there otherwise. Thankfully, one Gryffindor boy had glared down and hexed the others, alerting me to the cruel actions of his peers. Theodore Lupin, Teddy had become rather close with Grace and as a boy in third year and Grace in second year, and he was constantly showing Teddy new tricks although he focused more on ideas to delight Grace with. Regina was simply counting down the days until Hatter acted and came to interrogate the boy, however since he had more interesting and pressing matters at home in Story Brooke with Luna Regina suspected it would be at least until the break.
"Mills" a dark and sophisticated drawl presented her name from a certain dark and brooding potions master.
Regina turned with a smirk flickering across her face, "Yes Snape?"
Regina took great pleasure in seeing his left eye twitch, "Where did you procure that spider?" He asked spitefully, "It is not in any of the creature or arachnid books in Hogwarts or my own privet library."
Regina's smirk grew, making the small scar on her upper lip she received as a gift from disobeying her mother at fourteen more prominent, giving added menace to her smile; however, before she could voice her innocence by dancing around the questions with the riddles and tricks she was so found of, Henry came running down the hall, his robe comically flying out behind him.
"Mom! Mom! I got a letter from Mom!" He said as he flung an arm around Regina and held up the prized envelope as though it was the largest and most sophisticated trophy one could win as Snape's left eyebrow shot up.
"Darling, that's wonderful you got a letter from Emma," Snape's right eyebrow joined his left, "but I was just having a conversation with your potions master." Regina said smiling sweetly at him.
Henry whipped around in horror at Professor Snape, wondering if Snape had found out he was the one the switched the labels in the supply closet to confuse the Gryffindors that had been picking on Grace to create a potion that blew up and covered them in open, oozing sores.
"Hello Professor!" He greeted, quickly masking his face, "How are you this evening?"
Snape's eyebrows lowered as he stared intently at Henry with his onyx eyes, "Mister Mills…What have you done to have such a guilty expression?"
Henry smiled, "Whatever do you mean?" he asked as Regina went to stand by Snape.
"Sweetheart, what has mommy told you about revenge?" Regina asked as she knelt beside him as Snape's left eyebrow shot up again.
Henry sighed, knowing the gig was up, "To not get caught unless you have plenty of information on the other party to gain innocence or a blind eye." He mumbled looking down at the floor.
"Excellent, now answer Prof. Snape Henry and you will take the punishment he deems fit in accordance of your actions."
Henry looked Professor Snape in the eye and told him the earlier actions of the Gryffindors who had taunted, jeered, and even shoved Grace, causing her to loose balance, her bag to be ripped open by catching on a suit of armor and cutting both of her knees and palms. Than Henry explained how he cast a compulsion charm on the students and a compulsion charm for students to avoid sitting in the far left corner niche at the back of the classroom until all were seated and releasing the Gryffindors after making sure the jar labels had been switched with a charm to right themselves after 15 minutes to make sure Snape's next class of first years were affected. He also explained that he sat in the seat next to the Gryffins to make sure the potions explosion would not harm anyone else.
Severus had to admit it to himself; he was damned impressed with young Mister Mills, not only for the schemes and methods used in the prank but the reason for it and the protection of the other students. However, he could not let that show as it would be improper and Snape had no desire for students to think his old age and near-death experience during the war had turned the proud greasy dungeon bat into, Merlin forbid, a damned Pygmy Puff!
"Mister Mills, detention in my classroom starting at seven o'clock tomorrow night; do not be late." With that, Snape left, his cloak billowing out around him giving the bat-wing effect he had come to enjoy, leaving a sight for one Regina and Henry Mills to witness.
Great magical vengeance power that is justified, she takes the same as the heros do, she uses her vengeance as her strength, "magic can be your weakness when you lean too much on it like a crutch or it can be your greatest strength."