Seamus was sitting in Potions class, listening to Professor Snape drone on
and on about how exactly you must measure the felwort and the ironmoss or
else horrible things would happen when you mixed them with the bat's blood,
mainly an explosion, followed by a horrendous stench around the offending
persons that would last for days. He was swinging his feet, trying to
fight the power. "Why does he always have to say what will happen?" he
whispered to Neville.
"Maybe he's daring one of us to do it?"
"I think you might be on to something."
"Seamus- no!!" Neville whispered as loudly as he dared.
"Five points from Gryffindor for Mr. Longbottom's disruption of my lecture," Snape called out, hardly missing a beat. Many of the Gryffindors moaned but were silenced by Snape's icy glare. The room was silent, except for the always-snickering Draco Malfoy. He pointed at Seamus and laughed, joined in by his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh, he thinks it funny, eh? We'll see about that then. Make your potion, Malfoy," Seamus said under his breath. Snape continued for another ten minutes about various things, all of which Seamus completely ignored. Finally it came time to mix their potions. They were supposed to be making a restorative draught, but Seamus was going to see that Malfoy made something else entirely.
"Okay, partner up and get your ingredients. And remember, measure them exactly," Snape said and walked to the front of the room while the supplies were gathered. "I'll be looking forward to seeing your concoction, Mr. Longbottom."
Neville gulped as Seamus returned with their supplies. "He is making me more nervous than normal, Seamus," Neville said to him.
"Bah, just wait a few minutes. You won't need to be nervous. Just hold your nose." They set up their scales and their mixing bowls and set the fire to simmer the bat's blood.
"I do hope that you've measured correctly, Mr. Longbottom," Snape said as he walked by. "I don't want a repeat of the dimming potion incident, do you understand."
Neville barely squeaked out an affirmation. The 'dimming incident' as it became known as caused Neville to glow like a light bulb and give off shocks for three days. Needless to say, it was sort of an embarrassment to Neville.
"Aaah, very good Mr. Malfoy. Maybe Mr. Longbottom should study with you," Snape said louder than necessary, making it quite easy to be overheard. Draco and his goons snickered once again.
"Oh, laugh it up, blondie," Seamus muttered. "Neville, let me know when Snape's back is turned.
"Seamus, don't do it. It's not worth it."
"Oh, but I do believe it is. What's a few more points, anyway? Harry and Ron will get them back by the weekend anyway."
Malfoy and the idiots had just begun adding their ingredients when Neville nudged Seamus. Seamus gave his wand a flick and a swish and muttered the magic words and levitated a bit extra felwort into Malfoy's pot. The resulting explosion shook the room, knocking down dozens of spider webs and dust and other small things. A green cloud rose from the pot and enveloped Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. The smell was horrible.
"HAAA!!!" Seamus yelled out, way louder than he ever meant to. He began giggling hysterically. So hard, actually, that he fell out of his chair and was rolling on the floor. Malfoy glared at him with the most hate filled expression ever.
Snape was turned around a second later and saw two things at the same time. One, the charred and reeking faces of three of his students, and two, the convulsing form of Seamus Finnegan who was still laughing.
"One hundred points from Gryffindor for that inexcusable act. And for you, Mr. Finnegan, a detention to be served tonight.
"Oh, no!" Seamus tried to speak, "not tonight, I'll miss the party."
"Aah, that is a shame, Mr. Finnegan. Maybe next time you should consider your action more carefully before you cause an explosion in my class. Tonight, after dinner. Now the three of you, head to the showers as fast as you can. Maybe you can get some of the smell off before it sets in." The three shot out of the room like greased lightning.
Hundreds of daggers were being shot back and forth across the room between the Slytherin and the Gryffindors. All the Gryffindors were smiling, while all the Slytherins were frowning. All in all, a typical potions class. The bell rang.
Seamus was mobbed in the hall outside by his friends. He was thumped on the back repeatedly. Ron and Harry were laughing so hard that they were crying. Hermione was trying to look stern and disproving, but she couldn't hide all her grin. Neville was laughing too.
"That was bloody brilliant, Seamus!" Ron congratulated him.
"Yeah, they'll stink for days now," Harry added.
"We'll save you some goodies from the party, Seamus," Hermione added, spoiling the fun.
"Aye, thank you. I hope it doesn't take too long, whatever horrible thing Snape plans for me."
"Well, just do it quick and get back." Neville said as they were nearing their tower.
"Malfoy's a git," Ron recited, and the door opened. This was Ron's week to decide the password and he couldn't pass it up. They strode in there and threw their books aside and relaxed. They talked about the party, the stinking trio, Snape's unwashed hair, everything. Finally dinner came and went.
"We'll see you in a while, okay?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yeah, twenty minutes. Twenty five tops." Seamus headed back to Snape's dungeon. When he arrived, the Potions Professor looked absolutely furious, and this jolted Seamus a bit.
"Ah, you're late." Seamus gave no reply, other than a swallow. "I see that you've left your rather flippant attitude in your house then. Good. Then let's get this over with. Hurry up. I haven't all night." Snape was moving quickly through the hallways. Left, right, right, left. He stopped so suddenly that Seamus nearly ran into his backside.
Seamus had only a vague idea as to where he was. Somewhere in the middle of the castle. He hadn't time to wonder long though, as Snape was talking again, quickly. "Inside this room are boxes. Most contain old parchments. Some contain, well, I don't honestly know. Much of the contents of the boxes are strewn about the room after one of Peeves' little tantrums. You are to clean it up. Every square inch. Spotless." Snape opened the door outwards and stepped back.
Seamus looked in the room and the first thing he noticed was the low ceiling. Maybe five feet at the most. Then he saw boxes and scrolls and Merlin knows what strewn everywhere. "Oh holy crap. This will take forever."
"Good. Have a wonderful night, Mr. Finnegan." Snape walked away, obviously pleased with himself.
Seamus walked in and waved his wand around the room. "Candalumos!" he called and the lanterns on the walls lit up, showing even more mess than he saw before. "This might not have been worth it, after all," he mumbled as he set to work.
Almost four hours and a mildly aching back later, he was nearly finished. He had put hundreds of scrolls and parchments in boxes, cleaned up old robes and stuff that he didn't even want to think about. He had decided, that if it was possible, he was going to kill Peeves again. He had piled dozens of boxes neatly along the walls and was getting to the back of the last wall. "I'm almost done, Peeves, you bloody git," he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Seamus picked up a large box that was countless years old. It was so old that it fell apart in his hands. "Bloody hell." He kicked it aside and picked up the remains. "Hel-lo, what do we have here?" he asked no one. It seemed to be a small door, perhaps three feet high with a glass knob. "Rather odd, a door that small," he said to the boxes. "I wonder where it goes?" he tried to turn the knob and to his surprise, it opened easily.
Seamus peered inside and saw a rather dark and seemingly long tunnel. "What the bloody hell is this, anyway?" he got on his hands and knees and went a few feet inside. "Dirt? In a stone castle. Odd." he crawled on, getting more and more intrigued with every foot. "Hello?" he called but got no answer. "Watch me end up with another Fluffy or something even better." His determination up, Seamus went on down the tunnel. It seemed to take a slight down turn, and then his left hand landed in mud. He barely had time to be surprised because the door swung shut behind him and he began sliding to a blindingly white light.
He suddenly stopped, completely, but felt no lurch in his stomach like he expected. Everything was dark for a split second, then it looked like he was watching television on the old set at his Gram's, there was a grey outline around the picture. "Where the hell am I now?" he asked aloud. "Oh crap!! This is our common room!" I'm spying on our common room. How am I doing this?" He was full of confusion and trying to figure everything out when his view shifted a little down and he saw a mug of pumpkin juice tilting toward him. He heard the sounds of someone swallowing.
The cup was put down and his view of the room returned. "There's Hermione talking to Fred and George. There's Neville and Ron and that little shutterbug Creevey. Hmmm… what the hell is going on here?" he scanned the room, looking for everyone he knew. He heard the low din of party noise, though he was unable to make out individual conversations. He was looking for Harry when he saw Ron turn his way. "Ron!!" he called, " Ron!! Over here."
"Hey Harry, come over here. Neville has a great joke about Malfoy and a walrus."
"Harry? Where's Harry. Can't you see me, Ron?" Seamus was yelling almost as loud as he could. His view bounced a little as he drew closer to Ron. Suddenly, it dawned on him what was going on. "Oh my god, I'm inside Harry's head!!! This is amazing. No, this is astounding. No, this is incredible!"
Seamus quieted down and watched, listened and felt as the party went on around him. He felt Harry laugh, he felt the stitch in Harry's side from the roaring laughter. He tasted the pumpkin juice he drank. He felt Harry's need to go to the bathroom, simply everything. Seamus was awestruck. He watched and felt.
Finally, he started moving again, sliding down another tunnel. "Oh, now where to?" he thought. This tunnel had no light at the end, so he decided that it might be bad. He was falling now. Falling. Ouch. He landed in a heap in a bunch of high grass and shrubs.
He lay in a heap for a few moments as he replayed the feelings over and over again. Seamus finally pulled himself to his feet and looked around. Holy cow! He was near the Forbidden Forest. He looked at his clothes, and saw that they were streaked with dirt and mud. That was a bloody rush and a half. He began the walk back to the castle. He couldn't get over how he felt Harry laugh. Felt everything Harry felt. Simply incredible. He snuck back in the main door and made his way to the Gryffindor room, deftly avoiding Mrs. Norris and Filch completely. He exclaimed "Malfoy's a git" and stepped inside.
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"Maybe he's daring one of us to do it?"
"I think you might be on to something."
"Seamus- no!!" Neville whispered as loudly as he dared.
"Five points from Gryffindor for Mr. Longbottom's disruption of my lecture," Snape called out, hardly missing a beat. Many of the Gryffindors moaned but were silenced by Snape's icy glare. The room was silent, except for the always-snickering Draco Malfoy. He pointed at Seamus and laughed, joined in by his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh, he thinks it funny, eh? We'll see about that then. Make your potion, Malfoy," Seamus said under his breath. Snape continued for another ten minutes about various things, all of which Seamus completely ignored. Finally it came time to mix their potions. They were supposed to be making a restorative draught, but Seamus was going to see that Malfoy made something else entirely.
"Okay, partner up and get your ingredients. And remember, measure them exactly," Snape said and walked to the front of the room while the supplies were gathered. "I'll be looking forward to seeing your concoction, Mr. Longbottom."
Neville gulped as Seamus returned with their supplies. "He is making me more nervous than normal, Seamus," Neville said to him.
"Bah, just wait a few minutes. You won't need to be nervous. Just hold your nose." They set up their scales and their mixing bowls and set the fire to simmer the bat's blood.
"I do hope that you've measured correctly, Mr. Longbottom," Snape said as he walked by. "I don't want a repeat of the dimming potion incident, do you understand."
Neville barely squeaked out an affirmation. The 'dimming incident' as it became known as caused Neville to glow like a light bulb and give off shocks for three days. Needless to say, it was sort of an embarrassment to Neville.
"Aaah, very good Mr. Malfoy. Maybe Mr. Longbottom should study with you," Snape said louder than necessary, making it quite easy to be overheard. Draco and his goons snickered once again.
"Oh, laugh it up, blondie," Seamus muttered. "Neville, let me know when Snape's back is turned.
"Seamus, don't do it. It's not worth it."
"Oh, but I do believe it is. What's a few more points, anyway? Harry and Ron will get them back by the weekend anyway."
Malfoy and the idiots had just begun adding their ingredients when Neville nudged Seamus. Seamus gave his wand a flick and a swish and muttered the magic words and levitated a bit extra felwort into Malfoy's pot. The resulting explosion shook the room, knocking down dozens of spider webs and dust and other small things. A green cloud rose from the pot and enveloped Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. The smell was horrible.
"HAAA!!!" Seamus yelled out, way louder than he ever meant to. He began giggling hysterically. So hard, actually, that he fell out of his chair and was rolling on the floor. Malfoy glared at him with the most hate filled expression ever.
Snape was turned around a second later and saw two things at the same time. One, the charred and reeking faces of three of his students, and two, the convulsing form of Seamus Finnegan who was still laughing.
"One hundred points from Gryffindor for that inexcusable act. And for you, Mr. Finnegan, a detention to be served tonight.
"Oh, no!" Seamus tried to speak, "not tonight, I'll miss the party."
"Aah, that is a shame, Mr. Finnegan. Maybe next time you should consider your action more carefully before you cause an explosion in my class. Tonight, after dinner. Now the three of you, head to the showers as fast as you can. Maybe you can get some of the smell off before it sets in." The three shot out of the room like greased lightning.
Hundreds of daggers were being shot back and forth across the room between the Slytherin and the Gryffindors. All the Gryffindors were smiling, while all the Slytherins were frowning. All in all, a typical potions class. The bell rang.
Seamus was mobbed in the hall outside by his friends. He was thumped on the back repeatedly. Ron and Harry were laughing so hard that they were crying. Hermione was trying to look stern and disproving, but she couldn't hide all her grin. Neville was laughing too.
"That was bloody brilliant, Seamus!" Ron congratulated him.
"Yeah, they'll stink for days now," Harry added.
"We'll save you some goodies from the party, Seamus," Hermione added, spoiling the fun.
"Aye, thank you. I hope it doesn't take too long, whatever horrible thing Snape plans for me."
"Well, just do it quick and get back." Neville said as they were nearing their tower.
"Malfoy's a git," Ron recited, and the door opened. This was Ron's week to decide the password and he couldn't pass it up. They strode in there and threw their books aside and relaxed. They talked about the party, the stinking trio, Snape's unwashed hair, everything. Finally dinner came and went.
"We'll see you in a while, okay?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yeah, twenty minutes. Twenty five tops." Seamus headed back to Snape's dungeon. When he arrived, the Potions Professor looked absolutely furious, and this jolted Seamus a bit.
"Ah, you're late." Seamus gave no reply, other than a swallow. "I see that you've left your rather flippant attitude in your house then. Good. Then let's get this over with. Hurry up. I haven't all night." Snape was moving quickly through the hallways. Left, right, right, left. He stopped so suddenly that Seamus nearly ran into his backside.
Seamus had only a vague idea as to where he was. Somewhere in the middle of the castle. He hadn't time to wonder long though, as Snape was talking again, quickly. "Inside this room are boxes. Most contain old parchments. Some contain, well, I don't honestly know. Much of the contents of the boxes are strewn about the room after one of Peeves' little tantrums. You are to clean it up. Every square inch. Spotless." Snape opened the door outwards and stepped back.
Seamus looked in the room and the first thing he noticed was the low ceiling. Maybe five feet at the most. Then he saw boxes and scrolls and Merlin knows what strewn everywhere. "Oh holy crap. This will take forever."
"Good. Have a wonderful night, Mr. Finnegan." Snape walked away, obviously pleased with himself.
Seamus walked in and waved his wand around the room. "Candalumos!" he called and the lanterns on the walls lit up, showing even more mess than he saw before. "This might not have been worth it, after all," he mumbled as he set to work.
Almost four hours and a mildly aching back later, he was nearly finished. He had put hundreds of scrolls and parchments in boxes, cleaned up old robes and stuff that he didn't even want to think about. He had decided, that if it was possible, he was going to kill Peeves again. He had piled dozens of boxes neatly along the walls and was getting to the back of the last wall. "I'm almost done, Peeves, you bloody git," he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Seamus picked up a large box that was countless years old. It was so old that it fell apart in his hands. "Bloody hell." He kicked it aside and picked up the remains. "Hel-lo, what do we have here?" he asked no one. It seemed to be a small door, perhaps three feet high with a glass knob. "Rather odd, a door that small," he said to the boxes. "I wonder where it goes?" he tried to turn the knob and to his surprise, it opened easily.
Seamus peered inside and saw a rather dark and seemingly long tunnel. "What the bloody hell is this, anyway?" he got on his hands and knees and went a few feet inside. "Dirt? In a stone castle. Odd." he crawled on, getting more and more intrigued with every foot. "Hello?" he called but got no answer. "Watch me end up with another Fluffy or something even better." His determination up, Seamus went on down the tunnel. It seemed to take a slight down turn, and then his left hand landed in mud. He barely had time to be surprised because the door swung shut behind him and he began sliding to a blindingly white light.
He suddenly stopped, completely, but felt no lurch in his stomach like he expected. Everything was dark for a split second, then it looked like he was watching television on the old set at his Gram's, there was a grey outline around the picture. "Where the hell am I now?" he asked aloud. "Oh crap!! This is our common room!" I'm spying on our common room. How am I doing this?" He was full of confusion and trying to figure everything out when his view shifted a little down and he saw a mug of pumpkin juice tilting toward him. He heard the sounds of someone swallowing.
The cup was put down and his view of the room returned. "There's Hermione talking to Fred and George. There's Neville and Ron and that little shutterbug Creevey. Hmmm… what the hell is going on here?" he scanned the room, looking for everyone he knew. He heard the low din of party noise, though he was unable to make out individual conversations. He was looking for Harry when he saw Ron turn his way. "Ron!!" he called, " Ron!! Over here."
"Hey Harry, come over here. Neville has a great joke about Malfoy and a walrus."
"Harry? Where's Harry. Can't you see me, Ron?" Seamus was yelling almost as loud as he could. His view bounced a little as he drew closer to Ron. Suddenly, it dawned on him what was going on. "Oh my god, I'm inside Harry's head!!! This is amazing. No, this is astounding. No, this is incredible!"
Seamus quieted down and watched, listened and felt as the party went on around him. He felt Harry laugh, he felt the stitch in Harry's side from the roaring laughter. He tasted the pumpkin juice he drank. He felt Harry's need to go to the bathroom, simply everything. Seamus was awestruck. He watched and felt.
Finally, he started moving again, sliding down another tunnel. "Oh, now where to?" he thought. This tunnel had no light at the end, so he decided that it might be bad. He was falling now. Falling. Ouch. He landed in a heap in a bunch of high grass and shrubs.
He lay in a heap for a few moments as he replayed the feelings over and over again. Seamus finally pulled himself to his feet and looked around. Holy cow! He was near the Forbidden Forest. He looked at his clothes, and saw that they were streaked with dirt and mud. That was a bloody rush and a half. He began the walk back to the castle. He couldn't get over how he felt Harry laugh. Felt everything Harry felt. Simply incredible. He snuck back in the main door and made his way to the Gryffindor room, deftly avoiding Mrs. Norris and Filch completely. He exclaimed "Malfoy's a git" and stepped inside.
What do you think? I mixed one of my favourite movies with my favorite books and get what I think is a good story. Stand by for more. Tell me what you think!!!
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