Post by stefdarlin on Dec 24, 2007 0:21:48 GMT -5
Title: Teaching the Order
Summary: Severus Snape is convinced someone has tampered with his yearly roster to play a prank. But he finds out just how wrong he is.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never did….just playing for a little while to hopefully create a cute Secret Santa Gift for Catwoman99. Hope you like it dear.
Severus Snape sat at the desk in his classroom waiting. He had already given his yearly speech to his first years with promises to “bottle fame and brew glory.” Now he looked over his roster for his fifth year class. He sighed. The first day of the new school year and somehow the Headmaster thought it would be a good idea to make it a double class of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. As Severus read his list his eyes widened a bit. This could not be! How could this be? His brows drew together.
Someone had tampered with his roster and he would find out whom. This definitely was NOT funny! He cast a revealing charm on his tome, nothing happened. He frowned. This is peculiar, he thought. Well, the class was about to arrive so there was nothing he could do except have them introduce themselves, he sneered, and charm a quill to write the names to create an accurate list. His lips quirked, someone thought they would get the best of him by switching his roster. He would show them. It wouldn’t matter in the least.
Severus moved his arm in a bit of wandless magic to open the classroom door. Not so silently the students filed in and sat down. They mumbled and groaned when they saw him. He smirked a little until he looked up, upon which, his mouth fell open slightly but he quickly closed it again. His roster had been correct. But how the bloody hell had it been? He scowled again and then closed his eyes in frustration as a pink headed girl tripped over a table leg and fell face first to the floor. As he opened his eyes she quickly got to her feet blushing profusely and sat down. A fair-haired boy with a spinning, misshapen eye replacement muttered something about gracefulness and the girl’s hair turned flaming red as she narrowed her eyes at him.
Severus heard a whispering, Scottish lilt to his right and turned to look for the source. His eyes widened as he gazed upon a fifteen year old Minerva McGonagall as she whispered in an auburn headed boy’s ear. He startled when he saw her tongue slip out quickly and caress the young man’s ear lobe.
“Miss McGonagall! You will restrain your primal urges when you are in this classroom! That will be fifty points from your house,” Severus looked at the pair sternly and suddenly realized who the young man was. The twinkling blue eyes, the auburn hair…how could this be? “I also need to tell you, Headmaster, this is not amusing at all,” he directed his statement to the boy he was looking at who sat hip to hip with the startlingly young Minerva.
The boy seemed to realize his Potions Master was talking to him through the distraction of his girlfriend. “Sir? What do you mean?”
“Mister Dumbledore, I mean this prank you have played is not humorous. I find it very irresponsible of you to waste a valued professor’s time with pranks, especially when it is the first day of the school year. This is not the way to ensure a productive year. And it will result in your house losing, not only points, but perhaps, the house cup as well. I believe you should think on what you do in the future.”
A very young Albus Dumbledore exchanged a worried look with the beautiful raven haired girl next to him and looked up at the Potions Master confused. “But sir, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Severus almost snorted. “Surely you cannot think to carry on with this pitiful charade!” He looked up at the class and his eyes narrowed. Maybe it wasn’t just Albus. Maybe they were all in on it! He looked from face to familiar face. How young they all looked. He frowned. Maybe it was glamour charms. One could certainly cast one and look years younger.
Severus took out his wand and pointed it at a calm looking, young Albus. He thought he saw a flicker of worry as he pointed it at the boy. But it soon returned calm. “Reveal your secrets,” he uttered. A golden flash shot from his wand and hit the boy. He started to laugh.
“That tickles Professor.”
Severus frowned. Nothing happened. No change came about, the boy’s features remained the same. Then another boy piped up from the back of the room. “Hey, you aren’t supposed to use magic on a student unless it involves instruction or medical care!”
Severus looked up at the black haired boy who eyed him angrily but bravely. “I can assure you Mister Black that I am instructing. I instructed your friend Mister Dumbledore here to remove his charm. As he did not concur I intend to do it for him. If the source of this prank is not revealed I give surety that medical spells will be the next thing I cast,” he eyed them all angrily. Why did they think they could put one over on him? Didn’t they realize this was wasting precious time? His time, to be correct!
Severus glared around the room at them all. They were all there he noted. Alastor Moody sat at a table with Kingsley Shacklebolt. Severus had never known he possessed so much hair at one time in his life. Nymphadora Tonks with her, now blue, morphing hair and nose. Next to her was Remus Lupin looking a bit pale but infatuated with the girl, nonetheless. Behind them sat Dedalus Diggle and Mundungus Fletcher, their heads together as Fletcher tried to sell Diggle a green remembrall. Severus heard him tell the boy it was a new color but he knew it turned green when it had been stolen and was not in the hands of the true owner.
The next table back was where Sirius Black sat next to Emmeline Vance. Severus sneered as the girl in the emerald shawl looked at Black with cow eyes. Sirius still glared at the Potions Master, his anger evident. Across to the next table and he saw Molly Weasley, no, Prewett and Arthur Weasley. Their lips were swollen and their faces flushed. Molly, unmistakably, had leaves in her hair and her eyes never left Arthur. But the Gryffindor looked ahead innocently. Severus rolled his eyes.
As Severus surveyed, yes, they were all there. His eyes grew bigger, even Hagrid, looking incredibly young but still as big. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. This was the class from hell. Then his mind traveled to another thought and he paled a bit. What if this was a spell or trial created by the Dark Lord? He then relaxed a little. The Dark Lord did not know all the members of the Order of the Phoenix and that was a good thing.
Suddenly there was a bright flash and Severus had to duck to avoid being burned alive as a flaming phoenix flew directly at him. As he rose he looked instinctively at Albus who looked up at the ceiling innocently. When the young man finally looked at Severus his brows rose into his hairline and he made gestures toward Minerva. That was a mistake because Minerva noticed his gesticulation and her face turned stern.
“Albus Percival Wulferic Brian Dumbledore! How dare you do something to show off your talent to me then blame it on me when you get into trouble?” Upon which, she took out her wand and transfigured him into a toad. This started off a tirade of happenings in its wake, much to the dismay of the Potions Professor.
All the teenagers in the class began to laugh at Albus’ plight. Moody muttered something under his breath about “constant vigilance” and told Minerva to turn Albus back. “I will when I am good and ready, and when I think he has been punished enough,” she turned up her nose at the grumbling boy. “He’s lucky I didn’t turn the tables on him!”
Sirius and Remus started a mock duel while Dedalus shouted at Fletcher for selling him a faulty rememberall, Moody started haranguing Minerva, threatening to demonstrate the unforgivable curses for her and Hagrid began to wail over it all. Never had there been such discord in Snape’s class before, but then, he had never had a class such as this before.
“Silence!” Severus shouted at the top of his voice to be heard over the ruckus. “Miss McGonagall, you will return Mister Dumbledore to his original state this instant. I believe that will be another 50 points from your house,” he informed her and added, “and it will be another 50 if you give me any cheek.” The green eyed witch thinned her lips but turned Albus back into himself, albeit, on the floor sitting in a froglike position. He turned a bright shade of red before he hopped up and returned to his chair.
Severus turned to the dueling duo, whom had ceased at his scolding, and gave them a glare. Quickly they returned to their seats. Sirius glared back at the Potions Professor but Remus seemingly tried to melt into his chair. Meanwhile, Moody had started giving Minerva examples of the unforgivable curses with a cockroach he found under the table. He had enlarged the horrible bug and was making it tap dance on the table in front of her and the girl shrieked, causing Severus to turn quickly. He was getting infuriated, which hardly ever happened. Perhaps he was in hell, which was the only solution he could come up with for this horrid affair of a class. The time seemed to crawl by, had it really only been five minutes?
“Mister Moody! That will be a detention, with me, tonight, after dinner. Now put your wand away. There will be no “silly” wand waving in this classroom!”
But as Severus turned, Moody’s cockroach flew in front of him and he was hit with the imperious spell. He felt a jolt and then felt like he was falling. Falling; down, down, down; down into a sea of nothingness. Then suddenly, he jolted awake. His eyes dragged open as his head swam in a blinding pain. As his eyes focused he realized he was in his quarters, in his bed.
As he moved gingerly to keep his head from pounding more he realized a few things. The first of which was he was not alone. In the stillness and beginning of morning light he heard the unmistakable sound of snoring. He then felt warmth behind him. When he rolled over he gazed into the sleeping face of Rolanda Hooch. This was unusual but did not bother him. It was the faces of the other two people in the bed with them that bothered him. That and the fact that after several tankards of Minerva’s Scottish Firewhiskey spiked eggnog, he couldn’t quite remember much.
Another thing he realized was that he had no clothes on. He was mortified! What had they all done? That’s it; he was NEVER indulging in Minerva's eggnog again. EVER! Suddenly he thought he might be ill. He jumped from the bed startling all the occupants and jostling them into wakefulness as he bolted to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Rolanda rolled and stretched feeling a slight twinge of pain in her head as well. She looked over at the faces of the other people in the bed. “Morning you sleepy heads, I wonder what is wrong with Severus?” She smirked.
Minerva beamed at her with a smile indicating she could hold her liquor, “Probably mortified that he has no clothes and doesn’t realize that we do. I can just imagine what he thought when he saw the faces of Albus and me,” she chuckled.
“Yes, well, thank you for helping me get him to his room last night. He was in a right state. That was some Christmas party and then him streaking through the halls like that because of my dare,” Rolanda laughed out loud.
“Yes, well, he’d have never stayed in bed if we hadn’t kept him here. Transfiguring the bed was an excellent idea Albus,” Minerva lovingly gazed over at her husband who put a hand to his forehead to ease the gentle ache niggling there. He smiled wistfully at her.
“Thank you, my dear. But don’t you think we should tell Severus nothing happened between all of us last night? After all, he is the only one without clothes. If we don’t tell him he will think all sorts of awful things,” Albus nuzzled Minerva affectionately.
“We will, eventually. I heard the nightmare he had last night. He took 100 points from me personally for something you did so I think I will let him stew for a while,” Minerva huffed.
Suddenly they all heard Severus retch in the bathroom and, startled, they watched the door. “Serves him right,” mocked Minerva.
“The poor love,” replied Rolanda.
Albus shook his head and finished the sentiment with, “Oh dear.”
The End
Summary: Severus Snape is convinced someone has tampered with his yearly roster to play a prank. But he finds out just how wrong he is.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never did….just playing for a little while to hopefully create a cute Secret Santa Gift for Catwoman99. Hope you like it dear.
Severus Snape sat at the desk in his classroom waiting. He had already given his yearly speech to his first years with promises to “bottle fame and brew glory.” Now he looked over his roster for his fifth year class. He sighed. The first day of the new school year and somehow the Headmaster thought it would be a good idea to make it a double class of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. As Severus read his list his eyes widened a bit. This could not be! How could this be? His brows drew together.
Someone had tampered with his roster and he would find out whom. This definitely was NOT funny! He cast a revealing charm on his tome, nothing happened. He frowned. This is peculiar, he thought. Well, the class was about to arrive so there was nothing he could do except have them introduce themselves, he sneered, and charm a quill to write the names to create an accurate list. His lips quirked, someone thought they would get the best of him by switching his roster. He would show them. It wouldn’t matter in the least.
Severus moved his arm in a bit of wandless magic to open the classroom door. Not so silently the students filed in and sat down. They mumbled and groaned when they saw him. He smirked a little until he looked up, upon which, his mouth fell open slightly but he quickly closed it again. His roster had been correct. But how the bloody hell had it been? He scowled again and then closed his eyes in frustration as a pink headed girl tripped over a table leg and fell face first to the floor. As he opened his eyes she quickly got to her feet blushing profusely and sat down. A fair-haired boy with a spinning, misshapen eye replacement muttered something about gracefulness and the girl’s hair turned flaming red as she narrowed her eyes at him.
Severus heard a whispering, Scottish lilt to his right and turned to look for the source. His eyes widened as he gazed upon a fifteen year old Minerva McGonagall as she whispered in an auburn headed boy’s ear. He startled when he saw her tongue slip out quickly and caress the young man’s ear lobe.
“Miss McGonagall! You will restrain your primal urges when you are in this classroom! That will be fifty points from your house,” Severus looked at the pair sternly and suddenly realized who the young man was. The twinkling blue eyes, the auburn hair…how could this be? “I also need to tell you, Headmaster, this is not amusing at all,” he directed his statement to the boy he was looking at who sat hip to hip with the startlingly young Minerva.
The boy seemed to realize his Potions Master was talking to him through the distraction of his girlfriend. “Sir? What do you mean?”
“Mister Dumbledore, I mean this prank you have played is not humorous. I find it very irresponsible of you to waste a valued professor’s time with pranks, especially when it is the first day of the school year. This is not the way to ensure a productive year. And it will result in your house losing, not only points, but perhaps, the house cup as well. I believe you should think on what you do in the future.”
A very young Albus Dumbledore exchanged a worried look with the beautiful raven haired girl next to him and looked up at the Potions Master confused. “But sir, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Severus almost snorted. “Surely you cannot think to carry on with this pitiful charade!” He looked up at the class and his eyes narrowed. Maybe it wasn’t just Albus. Maybe they were all in on it! He looked from face to familiar face. How young they all looked. He frowned. Maybe it was glamour charms. One could certainly cast one and look years younger.
Severus took out his wand and pointed it at a calm looking, young Albus. He thought he saw a flicker of worry as he pointed it at the boy. But it soon returned calm. “Reveal your secrets,” he uttered. A golden flash shot from his wand and hit the boy. He started to laugh.
“That tickles Professor.”
Severus frowned. Nothing happened. No change came about, the boy’s features remained the same. Then another boy piped up from the back of the room. “Hey, you aren’t supposed to use magic on a student unless it involves instruction or medical care!”
Severus looked up at the black haired boy who eyed him angrily but bravely. “I can assure you Mister Black that I am instructing. I instructed your friend Mister Dumbledore here to remove his charm. As he did not concur I intend to do it for him. If the source of this prank is not revealed I give surety that medical spells will be the next thing I cast,” he eyed them all angrily. Why did they think they could put one over on him? Didn’t they realize this was wasting precious time? His time, to be correct!
Severus glared around the room at them all. They were all there he noted. Alastor Moody sat at a table with Kingsley Shacklebolt. Severus had never known he possessed so much hair at one time in his life. Nymphadora Tonks with her, now blue, morphing hair and nose. Next to her was Remus Lupin looking a bit pale but infatuated with the girl, nonetheless. Behind them sat Dedalus Diggle and Mundungus Fletcher, their heads together as Fletcher tried to sell Diggle a green remembrall. Severus heard him tell the boy it was a new color but he knew it turned green when it had been stolen and was not in the hands of the true owner.
The next table back was where Sirius Black sat next to Emmeline Vance. Severus sneered as the girl in the emerald shawl looked at Black with cow eyes. Sirius still glared at the Potions Master, his anger evident. Across to the next table and he saw Molly Weasley, no, Prewett and Arthur Weasley. Their lips were swollen and their faces flushed. Molly, unmistakably, had leaves in her hair and her eyes never left Arthur. But the Gryffindor looked ahead innocently. Severus rolled his eyes.
As Severus surveyed, yes, they were all there. His eyes grew bigger, even Hagrid, looking incredibly young but still as big. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. This was the class from hell. Then his mind traveled to another thought and he paled a bit. What if this was a spell or trial created by the Dark Lord? He then relaxed a little. The Dark Lord did not know all the members of the Order of the Phoenix and that was a good thing.
Suddenly there was a bright flash and Severus had to duck to avoid being burned alive as a flaming phoenix flew directly at him. As he rose he looked instinctively at Albus who looked up at the ceiling innocently. When the young man finally looked at Severus his brows rose into his hairline and he made gestures toward Minerva. That was a mistake because Minerva noticed his gesticulation and her face turned stern.
“Albus Percival Wulferic Brian Dumbledore! How dare you do something to show off your talent to me then blame it on me when you get into trouble?” Upon which, she took out her wand and transfigured him into a toad. This started off a tirade of happenings in its wake, much to the dismay of the Potions Professor.
All the teenagers in the class began to laugh at Albus’ plight. Moody muttered something under his breath about “constant vigilance” and told Minerva to turn Albus back. “I will when I am good and ready, and when I think he has been punished enough,” she turned up her nose at the grumbling boy. “He’s lucky I didn’t turn the tables on him!”
Sirius and Remus started a mock duel while Dedalus shouted at Fletcher for selling him a faulty rememberall, Moody started haranguing Minerva, threatening to demonstrate the unforgivable curses for her and Hagrid began to wail over it all. Never had there been such discord in Snape’s class before, but then, he had never had a class such as this before.
“Silence!” Severus shouted at the top of his voice to be heard over the ruckus. “Miss McGonagall, you will return Mister Dumbledore to his original state this instant. I believe that will be another 50 points from your house,” he informed her and added, “and it will be another 50 if you give me any cheek.” The green eyed witch thinned her lips but turned Albus back into himself, albeit, on the floor sitting in a froglike position. He turned a bright shade of red before he hopped up and returned to his chair.
Severus turned to the dueling duo, whom had ceased at his scolding, and gave them a glare. Quickly they returned to their seats. Sirius glared back at the Potions Professor but Remus seemingly tried to melt into his chair. Meanwhile, Moody had started giving Minerva examples of the unforgivable curses with a cockroach he found under the table. He had enlarged the horrible bug and was making it tap dance on the table in front of her and the girl shrieked, causing Severus to turn quickly. He was getting infuriated, which hardly ever happened. Perhaps he was in hell, which was the only solution he could come up with for this horrid affair of a class. The time seemed to crawl by, had it really only been five minutes?
“Mister Moody! That will be a detention, with me, tonight, after dinner. Now put your wand away. There will be no “silly” wand waving in this classroom!”
But as Severus turned, Moody’s cockroach flew in front of him and he was hit with the imperious spell. He felt a jolt and then felt like he was falling. Falling; down, down, down; down into a sea of nothingness. Then suddenly, he jolted awake. His eyes dragged open as his head swam in a blinding pain. As his eyes focused he realized he was in his quarters, in his bed.
As he moved gingerly to keep his head from pounding more he realized a few things. The first of which was he was not alone. In the stillness and beginning of morning light he heard the unmistakable sound of snoring. He then felt warmth behind him. When he rolled over he gazed into the sleeping face of Rolanda Hooch. This was unusual but did not bother him. It was the faces of the other two people in the bed with them that bothered him. That and the fact that after several tankards of Minerva’s Scottish Firewhiskey spiked eggnog, he couldn’t quite remember much.
Another thing he realized was that he had no clothes on. He was mortified! What had they all done? That’s it; he was NEVER indulging in Minerva's eggnog again. EVER! Suddenly he thought he might be ill. He jumped from the bed startling all the occupants and jostling them into wakefulness as he bolted to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Rolanda rolled and stretched feeling a slight twinge of pain in her head as well. She looked over at the faces of the other people in the bed. “Morning you sleepy heads, I wonder what is wrong with Severus?” She smirked.
Minerva beamed at her with a smile indicating she could hold her liquor, “Probably mortified that he has no clothes and doesn’t realize that we do. I can just imagine what he thought when he saw the faces of Albus and me,” she chuckled.
“Yes, well, thank you for helping me get him to his room last night. He was in a right state. That was some Christmas party and then him streaking through the halls like that because of my dare,” Rolanda laughed out loud.
“Yes, well, he’d have never stayed in bed if we hadn’t kept him here. Transfiguring the bed was an excellent idea Albus,” Minerva lovingly gazed over at her husband who put a hand to his forehead to ease the gentle ache niggling there. He smiled wistfully at her.
“Thank you, my dear. But don’t you think we should tell Severus nothing happened between all of us last night? After all, he is the only one without clothes. If we don’t tell him he will think all sorts of awful things,” Albus nuzzled Minerva affectionately.
“We will, eventually. I heard the nightmare he had last night. He took 100 points from me personally for something you did so I think I will let him stew for a while,” Minerva huffed.
Suddenly they all heard Severus retch in the bathroom and, startled, they watched the door. “Serves him right,” mocked Minerva.
“The poor love,” replied Rolanda.
Albus shook his head and finished the sentiment with, “Oh dear.”
The End
