chapter: 15
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"Another five points from Ravenclaw." Severus said. "If you don't open your mouth you will receive detention tonight!"
Harry had planned out his evening and did not want to spend it stuck in detention. The boy who lived opened his mouth and the melting frog leapt out of his mouth and landed on the greasy head of Severus Snape.
The potions professor looked up and saw a deformed face staring down at him, dripping with a strange liquid.
"What in blazes?" The potions professor and he let out a small scream as he felt something alive on his head. He ran around the dungeon, his arms waving in a frenzy to get rid of the creature in his hair.
His hand managed to hit the frog and sent it flying to a group of Hufflepuff girls who were watching the incident. The distorted chocolate frog went flying straight to Susan Bones who shrieked and started knocking down the potion ingredients on top of her desk. The other girls screamed with her and soon mayhem wreaked havoc across the dungeons.
The various ingredients reacted with one another and soon smoke erupted from the puddle on the floor creating a foul smelling stench.
"OUT!" Severus Snape screamed.
"And your father was an idiot Potter" Severus sneered as he continued marking his students' summer assignments. The boy who lived did not reply and continued scrubbing the potion room, making the potions professor more irritated.
Harry, used to cleaning at the Dursleys and he did not think much of the punishment, as long as he was dismissed early enough to start exploring the third floor corridor.
"And did I tell you he was always in detention?" Severus added as he gave a superior look over the young boy. Harry Potter did not take the bait and continued cleaning the floor, to the Potion Master's surprise... the boy had surprisingly good control over his emotions.
Harry looked around the room his eyes memorizing every detail as his mind plotted revenge against his teacher who appeared to be his dead father's rival. The man appeared to have held a grudge against James Potter, and unfortunately it passed on to him.
The young boy's mind filled with various schemes to take out his revenge on Professor Severus Snape. He would search later for the man's most valuable possession and steal it... and maybe ruin his Potions cupboard.
His eyes caught a glint of something shiny and he smirked in delight. He finally found a suitable punishment for his target.
"I'm finished Professor Snape." Harry said as he stood up.
The Potions Professor looked at the dungeon floor with a keen eye and nodded in approval. "Get out"
Harry nodded and scampered away, eager to explore the forbidden corridor.
Severus sneered as he stared at the young delinquent leave his office. After a few minutes the potions professor took a break from marking the assignments and headed to his living quarters to wash his face, tired from the day's work.
When he came back he was stunned when he saw the parchments he carefully organized scattered around the floor. The window to his office was open and a cool strong breeze was blowing inside.
"Shit." Severus muttered. He must have forgotten to close the latch, and now the wind had blown off the neatly stacked parchment of assignments. The year levels had mixed together, including the marked and the unmarked ones. What was worse, his ink bottle had toppled and spilt a good amount of ink on some of the parchments in his desk.
The Potions Master shook his head... he thought he would be able to sleep early tonight. With this mess he doubt if he could sleep tonight.
CRASH!
"Neville Longbottom! Did not I tell you to wait for the count of three?" Madam Hooch asked as she inspected the boy's arm. "The wrist is broken..."
Neville Longbottom continued to moan in pain and the Quidditch Instructor levitated the injured boy. "No one's allowed to take off, or I'll give a week's worth of detention to that person." Madam Hooch warned and headed towards the Infirmary floating an. injured student in front of him.
"Longbottom dropped something..." Draco Malfoy said as he picked up a glass sphere from the ground. "Hey I know what this is! It's a Rememball!"
"What is it?" Pansy Parkinson asked.
"It's supposed to be used by dumb people... you know those forgetful types" Malfoy gloated. "That squib really needs this. I think I'll leave it somewhere where he'll have a grand time getting it back... like on the top of that tree." Malfoy said and he immediately kicked off with his broom.
Immediately all students stared at the boy who lived, eager to see how he would react but they were disappointed when he just yawned. He noticed that almost everyone was looking at him and stared back at his audience.
"What?" The boy who lived asked.
"Don't you want to tell Malfoy that what he is doing is wrong?" A red headed boy asked.
"Why should I do that?" Harry answered. He sat down on the ground and hummed a familiar tune, his back to the castle wall.
"You're the boy who lived!" The red headed boy exclaimed. "You're famous!"
"So?" Harry shrugged and yawned again. He was up till the wee hours in the morning being chased by a large three headed dog. It was fun making the three heads dizzy ass he faded from one spot to the next, confusing the Cerberus.
"What has that got to do with a Rememball?" Harry asked. He was getting a bit irritated with the red headed boy's arrogance. It kind of reminded him about the prefect on the train.
"What's your name anyway?" Harry asked.
"I'm Ronald Weasley... but everyone calls me Ron." The Red headed boy said, proud to have the boy who lived ask for his name.
Harry nodded and closed his eyes, eager for a quick nap. Disappointed that they would not see a confrontation, some of the boys followed Draco's lead and started flying on their brooms while most of the girls stayed on the ground. It was the first time since the sorting that all four houses had a class together, and they took the opportunity comparing their own houses with the others.
"Why didn't you tell Draco Malfoy to stop?" A voice asked from beside him, interrupting his journey to dream land.
"Why do you all keep asking that?" Harry asked, annoyed. "What am I the hall monitor?"
"We don't have hall monitors here Harry." Hermione said as she sat beside the boy who lived. "And you helped me yesterday... why didn't you stop Malfoy?"
"He's just looking for trouble... that's different." Harry said as he gave up trying to steal a quick nap.
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