Chapter Five It was a Penance / Happy Halloween

The last and weirdest chapter -

AN: The Revamped Version. Hopefully the spelling and Gramer mistackes are much less severe.

"Its rotten luck that" Ron was saying later at lunch.

Both Harry and Hermione had bright blue hair, and both of them were glaring at Ron.

No one had any idea how the potion blew up, it was supposed to be non volatile. Even the potions master had been stumped. He let the class go early with the warning that if he found out about any foul play there would be nothing to stop him from expelling the person or persons responsible. He had been giving Harry the Slytherin death glare at the time. The already ruined day of Harry potter had been ruined further when Snape had made the announcement that he and Hermione would receive detentions for the mishap.

That night Harry and Hermione bade a now purple haired floppy footed Ron, a good night. Ron was backing away from them slowly before turning and running for professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher. To see if she could reverse the damage that both Harry and Hermione had caused.

"I wonder if we were a little to harsh with Ron" Hermione said.

"No, he deserved it, making fun of our hair like that. Hmm imagine the pure unmitigated gall."

Harry stopped when Hermione let out a squeak of happiness.

"What you’re looking forward to detention?" Harry asked not understanding the look of happiness spreading over Hermione’s face.

"Oh you did listen" Hermione said while engulfing Harry in a huge.

Harry just stood stock still, until he understood what Hermione was saying. "Oh you mean what I said about 'Pure unmitigated gall'? Well you say it often enough don’t you?"

Laughing the two Gryffindor’s walked to their detention.

Severus Snape was unnerved.

He knew Severus just knew it.

Potter knew about the visits to his house.

Every Halloween for ten years, he, Severus Snape had visited Harry Potter's house.

It was almost killing Snape to admit this to himself. How could he have done that, he had visited James potters son. The only way he could console himself was to remember that he had also been visiting Lily Evans son. That made things more bearable, but only barely.

Now to lay out his plan.

The worst thing in the world for a fifteen year old to be doing on Halloween was to scrub out caldrons. Harry had come to this conclusion ten minutes in, his detention.

Hermione meanwhile was working across the hall in one of the other dungeons, on remaking their potion to its state before it had blown up.

Some people just get all the luck.

Scowling Harry put more muscle into cleaning the caldron.

"I don’t think you can scowl the caldron clean Mr. Potter."

Harry looked up at Snape in annoyance. The man knew just how to push his buttons.

"Mr. potter, look at me."

Harry did so feeling like the man was reading his thoughts, but no Snape couldn't do that could he? Harry didn't know but he really didn't want to find out. 'Just so, better not think about that weird dream.'

Snape stiffened slightly.

'Uh oh'. Harry thought

‘he knows, the little brat knows.'

"It occurs to me Mr. Potter that you have yet to ask me if I told you the same story twice."

Harry went still in shock, so those dreams had been true. This was entirely too weird.

"Well yes I had been wondering slightly. Was it always the same story sir?"

Snape favored Harry with a superior look, "no in fact, it was always just the one."

Harry thought about it for a moment, 'what the heck it can't hurt can it?'

"I think my memory needs to be refreshed sir how did it go again?"

Snape was thinking along the same lines as Harry had been earlier. 'What the heck he found out anyways, it can't hurt.'

"There once was this boy named Jake..."

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