Chapter 16: It’s supposed to be a ‘surprise’.
Chapter 16: It’s supposed to be a ‘surprise’.
There is nothing like walking around all day seeing half-hidden and excited smiles shot at you, the obvious hiding of objects as the dampening of conversation as you walk in the room to tell you that Something Is Up, with capital letters naturally.
Of course, the ‘happy’ attitude suggests it not a bad or perhaps a fatal thing, whatever from their point of view, but I have to ask, has the whole school been dragged into somebody’s plot for revenge? I mean, my outbursts, my displays of a lack of control have very much on occasion affected the whole school, and considering the results of said outbursts it’s not unreasonable that the students would want some form of revenge. On the other hand, I had thought that, excluding the Slytherins perhaps, said outbursts were actually being taken quite well.
Never mind, perhaps I think too much.
On the other hand, Snape just shot me a look of such pure disgust and exasperation that whatever it is the school has planned, I doubt it can be that bad. However, I may just be forced to recommend lessons in how not to let on that you have something planned for the whole bloody population.
“Bloody Gryfindors!” Snape spat out, slamming the door of the Potions classroom shut behind him, “and you slytherins, you’re supposed to be better. What is the point of a surprise party if you let the subject of said surprise know that something is going on? Sarah isn’t blind you know, she is now damn well aware that something is up, which defeats the whole purpose of a surprise!”
Snape swung around, glaring at his class as if they were all morons. Said class in return were looking at the potions professor quite askance.
“He’s been replaced,” Ron spat out disturbed, “a… what was that phrase Harry?”
“Or perhaps the muggles have cloned him and trained the fake up as a spy to keep an eye on the wizarding world?” The class as one turned and gave Blaize Zabini an off look.
“His… her… well, Zabini’s parents decided to punish Blaize over the last holiday by sending her to live with distant muggle relatives, thought that would encourage her or him to get the grades up,” Draco noted, frowning as his housemate, “never been the same since,”
“What were they?” Hermione asked amused, “conspiracy theorists?”
“Something called a ‘movie critic’ apparently,”
There was a muffled snort from those portions of the room’s occupants that came from muggle parentage at that, but by this time, the look Snape was directing at his class could best be described as glacial.
“I think we could rule out muggle clone,” Hermione noted, “but magical cloning is possible.”
“So,” Harry replied, “first we need to verify if that is Snape, and if so, we need to find out if he is in his right mind,”
“This is Snape,” Draco pointed out.
“Okay, the frame of mind that is normal for Snape,”
“Just what do you think you’re playing at?” Snape ground out, the grinding of his teeth making the class wonder, not for the first time, exactly how often he had to magically regrow them.
“Sorry,” Hermione replied, raising her wand, “but the real Snape would never say anything that suggested he supported anyone other then the Slytherins having fun.”
“On that, both houses agree,” Draco noted raising his own wand, the rest of his house swiftly following.
“What? And just what do you think you’re doing…”
“You know,” Ron commented and not for the first time, “you can be right scary sometimes Hermione,”
Draco shook his head, mentally, and also not for the first time, being forced to raise his opinion of the muggleborn a few notches. However, “you know, I’m glad I didn’t have to do that,” he said conversationally, as he stepped towards the petrified form of the Potions Master, “because if that is really him and if he is not actually being mind controlled, then he is likely to be more the mildly unhappy when he eventually gets unpetrified.”
Hermione glanced at Snape, his eyes caught her and promised a lifetime of detentions and her great-great-grandchildren still scrubbing cauldrons the muggle way. She yelped in fear, and tried to hide behind Ron who sensibly decided that being between Hermione and Snape might not be a good survival tactic and got out of the way.
“For the record,” Snape managed to grind out, “I was professionally insulted by the sheer lack of sneakiness and actual covertness being displayed by the school, I do not in anyway at all support the party!”
As one, the classes eye’s widened and they froze, but it was Ron who managed to express what they were all feeling at that moment.
Truth be told, much as he tried to hide it, Snape was surprised and somewhat pleased by the fact that the Slytherins and Gryfindors were co-operating. The fact that they had been ballsy enough to take him on when he was generally regarded as the scariest teacher in the school… well, he was almost proud.
Didn’t mean they wouldn’t be in detention until their great-great-grandchildren were out of Hogwarts, they had after all shown somewhat blatant disrespect towards a teacher but they had also shown useful survival skills, skills they would need if Voldemort was to be taken down. That applied double when you consider that the Boy who lived to be a total prick was in fact intended to take the bastard Dark Lord down.
And wouldn’t the brats just love it if they realised how much he struggled not to add ‘of the Sith’ to that even in his own head?
Still, they had shown suspicion, they had seen an oddity and reacted appropriately, if annoyingly. Okay, they hadn’t thought it through properly, but that he blamed fully on the Gryffindor influence. Better yet, they had reacted decisively and ignoring interhouse prejudices, as a team.
Now that was something he was proud of. Slytherins and Gryffindors had hated each other since the school was founded, heck, if the stories were anything to go by, Godric and Salazar… well, they might have respected each other but they sure as hell didn’t get along well. Right now, with the bastard growing in power and practically in control of the Ministry, well, it was, as much as he hated to admit it, time for old prejudices to be set aside in the name of taking Voldemort down.
Not that he would give up his prejudices though, such actions were for the young who had time to change… or perhaps he could admit to himself that he was far too stubborn and bitter to want to give up his own prejudices?
The question only remained now, exactly how long were they going to leave him tied up here before they came up with the courage to free him?
They couldn’t… bloody hell, they would.
“You come back here right now and release me or by Merlin’s name you will wish you were dead by the time I finished with you!”
Shit, how the hell was he going to get out of this now?
Wait, the next class was Hufflepuff… the class that included the annoying Miss Abbot who seemed to have developed an unhealthy fixation for him. A Miss Abbot who always arrived early and they had left him here tied up. The evil, evil bastards, he was going to get them for this.
Assuming he survived that is.
“Bloody Hell Harry, do you have a death wish or something?”
“Don’t swear Ron,” Hermione replied automatically.
“If you want,” Harry pointed out reasonably, “you could always go back and free him,”
Ron gulped, glancing back at the receding door to the potions classroom, “I think that’s called going above and beyond the call of duty.”
Draco shook his head, resisting the urge to snicker, “I think I underestimated you Harry but you do realise that Snape is going to go utterly ballistic right?”
Harry shrugged, “and that would be different from his normal attitude how?”
“Well,” Ron smirked, “for once, I don’t think he is going to be going easy on the Slytherins.”
The smiles dropped abruptly off the Slytherin students in hearing range, and Draco gazed shocked at the backs of the Gryffindors as they continued to walk away, “how the hell did he end up in Gryffindor and not Slytherin?”
His housemates nodded, it was perhaps the finest complement they knew had to pay.