(A/N Sorry for the major delay in this, it's still not even finished, just a third of what I usually write. But I figured you waited long enough and deserved something. I couldn't get this chapter to flow right, and now that I got the prank pretty much finished I'm posting a partial chapter. When I get the rest of it done I'll replace this one with the full one. Kay, enjoy. This mini chapter is dedicated three babes, my two nieces and my month old nephew: Melodie (3), Arianna (1), and Atley (1 Month).

By the by if you're looking for an excellent Harry Potter fic check out Reflections of Reality's Allusions of Power, Nicoletta's Blood Prince, Lisa Roquin's Apprentices Gentry Green, and anything by Wolfmoon or Star Polaris.)

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parseltongue
'thoughts, telepathy'
"words spoken out loud"

Disclaimer: I do not own anything remotely Harry Potter. This was written purely for my own personal pleasure not for money. However reviews are welcomed. Sulfur, Blaze, Flame, Flare, Edna, Arianna, and other OC characters are my own.

Author: Shadow

Title: A Different Harry, Year One

Chapter Partial Fourteen

Even Professor Snape gave him a small reprieve for aiding his Slytherins. The Potion Master still yelled at him when he blew up his cauldron, less frequently now. But the Potions Professor would give him tips here and there now. Like when they were slicing thin strips of shivelfrig, Snape demonstrated the correct way to hold and grip the knife. During a potion that required students to work in pairs, Longbottom was partnered with either Granger or one of the Slytherin Head of House' charges.

It was with an odd sight that on the morning of St. Valentine's Day, Neville made his first appearance at the Slytherin table. The student body and staff were ill prepared for the days coming attractions.

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As the stragglers wandered into the Great Hall and took their seat at their respective places, the tension amongst the staff and students escalated. A ripple of magic wove across the room, table by table heart shaped boxes appeared by the girls and tins of fudge infront of the boys courtesy of Hogwarts house elves.

While the majority of the school residents were at breakfast, two house elves, Tipy and Rimdy were delivering the fresh cut flowers to the female staff. Carefully several students tasted the tantalizing treats, but only after they noticed every student had received the same including the Slytherins and the Weasley twins.

Incorrectly assuming the chocolates to be safe as the frogs were at Christmas, the majority of the school helped themselves to some of the dessert before beginning on their breakfast. By the end of the meal, all but one or two students had sampled the charmed confections.

At the Headmaster's dismissal, unknowingly activating the dormant charms with his celebratory reflection to a previous "St. Valentines" which his Deputy Headmistress immediately interrupted by her cough.

They were brought to a startled halt when over four dozen miniature foot high tornado formed, moving up and down, but not contacting any of the students. The swirling cyclones changed from white to pink to red and back again. The Weasley twins appreciated when the spinning attractions collided with another, exploding in a firework worthy blast, glitter showered the air before dissipating upon landing.

As the fascinating distraction carried out, no one noticed as the students robes altered and changed. The boys were now all dressed in clean cut black suits with a white dress shirt and either a green, blue, red, or yellow tie dependent on the student's house. A white carnation boutonniere pinned to each of their suit jackets completed the ensemble.

The girls were dolled up in frilly party dresses somewhere in between a sundress and an evening gown. Matching the guys, each dress was of the girls house but with a sparkling shine as you hit the light in just a certain way. Tied elegantly on their left arm was a wrist bouquet of white carnations complemented by matching house colored ribbons and a jeweled heart stone.

Shouts of dismay came from the male half excluding the Slytherins which didn't bat an eye at their current situation. Squeals and giggles from the girls were thankfully muted as they twirled and chatted. The few students who had not tried the pranked goods joined in the fun.

Regaining his stunned composure, the Headmaster dismissed the students to their first class, his blue eyes twinkling merrily. Thinking to himself that he needed to talk to the house elves to find out the culprits, Dumbledore exited the Great Hall for his office.

...(I miss my stars) ...

Vases of tulips, roses, carnations, lilies, and babies breath were present on the desks of the female teachers. At the first whiff of the floral display, the teachers became dazed and giggly. The second part of the prank began. The teachers now acting like crazed driven teenagers and the youth behaving as gentleman and ladies.

Of the staff, Professor McGonagall could be seen trying to fight the spell. Her features shifted back and forth from a bright smile to pursed lips as she fought for and lost control. The remaining staff were accepting their fate and enjoying it white it last.

Their professional teaching robes were replaced into floral spring dresses in shades of pink, yellow, orange, and purple. Animated flowers and hearts warred for attention as they enlarged and shrunk. The flowers would bloom and fade as the hearts raced across the material.

During class changes Mr. Filch could be seen running for dear life from dozens of owls barring perfumed scented letters the would explode. Howler worthy sounds of loved swooned voices from the female teachers would quote their undying love for him in poems, notes, and sickly sweet letters.

Shame on Mr. Filch, running in the halls.

It would be a long while before the caretaker would be seen. He and Mrs. Norris had barricaded themselves in an abandon classroom in hopes of getting a short rest. Too bad they didn't check the windows. Owls really are intelligent creatures.

At lunch the third part of the students prank came into effect as the girls eyes, hair, and fingernails changed colors. Thankfully for the guys, they weren't pranked with particular feature.

Most of the students were giving what they thought to be concealed peaks at the large group of gossiping teachers, but to the Slytherins it was blatantly obvious.

As the male staff watched on with curiosity, the female teachers could be seen huddled together. Every once in a while one of them would look up, glance at the Potions Master, wink, blush, and quickly turn away. A few of the more daring and courageous members such as Madam Poppy Pomfrey, Minerva McGonagall, and Silvia Sprout (a/n If anyone knows her real first name I would appreciate if you left it in a review. I'm still without my copies of the first three books and I've seen various fanfic stories with different names for her) were giving Professor Snape lustful stares, seductive gestures, and a quick peck on the cheek whenever they went past him.

The first time it happened the entire hall went dead silent, hoping that if the Potions Professor began his murderous rage, they would PLEASE not be noticed. Professor Flitwick fell off his chair and hid under the table, Qurriel whimpered, and Dumbledore smothered a guffaw.

Thankfully their Professor wasn't in a murderous mood, instead he only raised a curious eyebrow to the unfortunate Mediwitch, thinned his lips in a frown, scowled, and turned back to his still warm lunch.

A collective sigh of relief went throughout the houses including Slytherin. Snape may be their Head of House but that wouldn't stop him from taking out some of the anger on them were he to shall we say 'loose his cool.'

It would seem that some of Harry's American muggle slang had been added to students vocabulary.

Once noticing the crisis had been dutifly negated, Flitwick crawled out from under the table and levitated himself back on his chair.

Dumbfounded looks, open jaws, sputtering, and cries of disbelief accompanied the Headmaster as he entered the Great Hall for dinner. Even Professor Snape look startled as he wasn't aware of this part of the days events.

Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was dressed in a blazing brillant bright (a/n oh tongue twister, makes you think, dare you to say it three time really fast.) white robe and a pair of soft golden wings on his back. His long beard which reached the floor was dyed golden at the tip. An elegently and fine crafted bow made of gold and silver with a red string rested over his shouldars. A canister of arrows which shifted in the same three colors looked like liquid the way they shimmered.

Then again they looked like spells if spells were ever made stationary. The canister containing them would refill the instant the dozen were used.

After a happily little speach from the Headmaster in which you had to pause and question the man's sanity and then immediately forget about it, the meal began. The Headmaster finished early, he'd been given a care package of candies and he was already quite full from sampling them. He did love those M&M's, such festive pieces of chocolate they were, but still he prefered his lemon drops the most.

Twiddling with his bow like a kid in a toy store, a mischievious twinkle that spoke volumes of scinister thoughts blossomed in those twinkling blue eyes. The Headmaster armed the bow with an arrow, chose a target, an unfortunate Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory, and fired.

The arrow shot across the room, drawing the attention of those not starring at their food. It missed the intended target and hit the girl next to Diggory. 'Oh well, it has been some time since I last used a bow.' The nattering old man thought.

The girl however was now back to wearing her house robes as she had been prior to breakfast.

The maddening twinkle impossibly doubled as he began aiming and shooting without pause.

In a fight for dominance, Professor McGonagall grabbed an arrow a poked herself with it. The dress disappeared, sanity returned, and a deep seated call for vengence boilded as she seithed.

Noticing his collegues antics the Headmaster began adding the staff to his wide selection of targets. Qurriel, Flitwick, and Snape all ducked out of the way of fire. Severus melting into the shadows as the other two male staff members hid under the table, using their chairs as shields.

Students who desired the prank to end stood up, making a bigger target. Others would actively try to jump infront of the way of the arrows path. Those who didn't want it to end just yet, made for the doors or ducked down under the tables. The Weasley gave chase across the room, making themselves moving targets, jumping behind other classmates and dodging the wayward arrows.

Of the Slytherin trio, Draco ws hit first. A long wait later after Madam Pomfrey was restored, Hermoine was targeted. Seven shots later, Harry was freed as well.

The chuckling, giddy Headmaster was running to and fro, jumping up and down behind the staff seats trying to catch those who followed the Weasley twins actions and were giving chare. 'Such a wonderful sport.' The Headmaster thought as he managed to get one of the Weasley twins.

The last to be cut down was Mr. Filch who had entered with Mrs. Norris to see what the ruckus was about. The caretaker after abandoning the classroom when the owls flooded in from the windows, had taken sanctuary in his office, baricading the door and the windows, hiding out from those vile letters.

With everyone free of the morning prank, Professor Dumbledore's appearance was restored. An unhappy sigh, the Headmaster dismissed the students to their commons.

Professor McGonagall made a bee line for the Weasley Twins with the idea of interogating them but was interrupted when she bumped into Professor Snape.

She paled at the memories that surfaced and quickly fled the hall for her quarters. She would confront the Twins another time when her younger collegue wasn't about.

In her haste to leave she missed said man's satisfied smirk and the gleem in those obsidian eyes. For all but him and three students didn't know, the prank wasn't over just yet.

At breakfast the next day it was easily apparant through the rampent gossiping that something had occured.

Students rom all four houses were victim to an additional prank should they have been caught by the wicked Potions Master. Durings his rounds, had he come across you in an otherwise compromising position, his flow of disdainful remarks to the unlucky fools and later subsequent point removal would activaqte the lingering dormants charms. With a "detention" here or a "points" there, the latent spells would come into affect.

The snarky, sarcastic Potions Master had roamed the halls, a wicked smirk speaking volumnes for any of his victims. A glowing ball similar to a muggle traching device had been created by the Slytherin trio with Snapes assistance. Any of the pranked culprits out after curfew and were experencing an overflow of emotions were easily tracked and found.

It was most unfortunate that said culprits did not take the glowing-in-the-dark pink, red, and white hearts as even a medicore warning.

Professor Snape took great delight in embarassing the snogging couples and terrorizing the dunderheads. Not even his ownhouse was safe, although they lost a considerable amount less than any of the others. To Snape, his snakelings should of known better or at least had not been caught.

At breakfast, Severus stalked in, robes billowing. He sent a superior smirk in the direction of the Gryffindor Head of House, then eye the point holder. In the course of one evening Hufflepuff had lost 60, Ravenclaw 85, Slytherin 15, and lastly Gryffindor 90. 250 points in the one evening, the Slytherin Head was quite pleased with his hull.

Snape smirked surveiling the hall for the students, he wasn't aware of the pranksters adding to his delight. All those miscreants he had caught were now sporting a new look.

Bright.

Green

HAIR.

Students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff were put out at the choice of color. The Slytherins were resighned and thankful it wasn't something atrosious such as pink.

Reviews: (Depending on the amount of reviews I get I will either answer them individually or as a mass. But to any and all reviewers thank you. By the by I am not one of those writers who make a hold out for reviews before I update. This is my first fanfic that I actually posted. I written several dozen stories mainly during my economic and business classes but I never finished them. So if at any time I take forever to update it will be because I don't know where exactly I want the story to go.)

Final Score: Ravenclaw: 27. Slytherin: 91. Hufflepuff 01. Gryffindor 04.

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