Hello fellow Snape lovers and welcome to my first Harry Potter fic! I was looking through some Severus Snape quotes and realized that he never taught his potions class to put a stopper in death, but maybe he did and I wasn't paying attention. This is post- war and Snape is alive, obviously. So let's get on with the disclaimer and on to the story!

Leggylas- So are you going to say it, or am I?

Snape- *Looks up from paper* What do you think?

Leggylas-*grumble grumble*

Snape- I'm sorry I didn't quite get that.

Leggylas- I, LeggylasLover does not own the brilliant Severus Snape, nor anyone else. I am just borrowing them for the time being.

"Ummm, sir?" a timid voice asked.

Snape sighed as he put down the potions essay that he was currently grading, and looked up to face the first year Gryffindor clone of Harry Potter. What had he done to be saddled with the second spawn of Potter he would never know.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" he sighed, preparing himself for the foolish question that was sure to come.

Albus hesitated for a moment to gather his Gryffindor courage, "When are you going to teach us how to put a stopper in death sir?"

"Wherever did you get the idea that you would be stoppering death Mr. Potter?"

"Well my Dad said that when he went to Hogwarts you said that you could teach them how to put a stopper in death and I was wondering when we were going to do that."

By now the entire class had abandoned their various attempts at making the Hiccupping Potion, and were also wondering when they were to be making such a potion.

Snape smirked as he remembered that day very, "Well Mr. Potter, while your father was ignoring what I was saying, he as usual had forgotten one very crucial detail." He replied giving the class his signature sneer.

"And what was the sir?"

"I never said I would."

R&R please!