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As they all finished eating, a murmuring laughter spread across the Great Hall mixed in with cries of outrage. "What's going on?" Hermione asked.

"That would me my start of term prank, Hermione." Harry said self-importantly. Hermione frowned at him and Harry hastened to explain. "My dad gave me a potion to spike the Slytherin's drinks with. It should have given them all lank greasy hair and hooked noses like Snivellus." Harry stood up to check and saw they snake's features morphing. "Yep. It worked."

At the mention of Harry's father Hermione's disapproving look softened a bit but she still looked torn. "Still, Harry..."

Harry caught a glance of his sister who was trying to stifle her giggles and the twins who were guffawing. "Oh come on, 'Mione!" he pleaded. Then he added in a soft whisper. "Let's try and enjoy it this time around. I mean, it's not like we are going to have to struggle through our classes or anything..."

Hermione's frown finally changed into a grin. "Fine then, Potter." She said haughtily. "But next time, I want in."

This was the last thing he expected his fiancée to say, and his gobsmacked expression showed it. He quickly recovered though. "I don't know..." he said slowly. "I mean, I'll have to ask Messers Weasley, Weasley and Thomas what they think." Then in a stage whisper. "She's really smart..."

While Dean and the twins made a show of considering Hermione, Harry was distracted by a commotion at the head table. Snape shot to his feet upon noticing that his house had been changed to resemble him. "Potter!" he barked glaring in Harry's direction. Harry shrugged but that only made Snape angrier if his pale face was any indication. "I know it was you!" he seethed.

Dumbledore came to Harry's rescue. "Calm down, Severus." he soothed. "You have no proof that Mr. Potter is a fault." Judging by the twinkle in his eyes, Harry was sure that the headmaster did know it was his fault. He knew that the house elves reported everything to Dumbledore. "Besides, it was all in good fun."

"'Good fun'?" the greasy man nearly shouted. "My students could be permanently disfigured because of this 'good fun'." Harry couldn't hold in his laughter at the thought of Snape thinking of his own features as 'disfigured'. From the sounds of it, neither could the most of the students. Even Hermione was stifling her giggles behind her hand.

"I am sure they will be fine." Dumbledore placated. "In fact, if I am correct, the potion should be wearing off right about... now."

Sure enough, the Slytherin's features slowly morphed back into their own. Harry noticed that a lot of them were glaring his way. Oh, well... he thought sardonically. Best watch my back for a while.

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