Harry Potter and Snape’s Moving Relationship
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not owned by me but if it was I would be filthy stinking rich and would not be here talking about how it was not owned by me.
Author Note: I read a fanfiction. I saw hell. So I wrote one while a friend of mine wrote as I spoke it off the top of my head. I'm going for an, I dunno, daily update of fanfictions I already wrote on TPM until I get a second wind to start writing again....
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The class bell rang. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, best friends forever, entered into the classroom of the potions master Severus Snape. They were late. Luckily, Snape was not in the room. The class was in turmoil doing class like things of a turmoil nature.
The trio found a table in the front of the room, for it was unfortunately the only one left.
The dark, dingy, and dank dungeon reeked with the familiar smells of Snape and potions. It was then that Snape appeared with his greasy hair as a curtain around his sallow face, like a very ugly lamp.
Suddenly, he exclaimed, “BZIIIIIIIIGNAAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!” and raced towards his class with such speed that was unheard of.
“Oh no!” Exclaimed Hermione standing up from her chair, “He’s clearly a cannibalistic robot replica of Snape!”
And because Hermione is always right, the robot replica of Snape grabbed Harry from his chair with super human strength and with firm iron grip, lifted Harry to his mouth like he was a chalice of virginity and took a loving, longing bite into Harry’s curvaceous side.
The class screamed in panic and raced to the door, leaving Ron and Hermione to clean up the Harry gore, as Snape ran into the wall several times.
“Oh no! What are we going to do Hermione? I’m scared!” Ron said in a frightened tone. “If I wasn’t so hungry I would help you out!” It was then when Ron spontaneously combusted, leaving a pile of red ash on Hermione's shoes.
“I alone,” shouted Hermione to the ceiling of the dungeon, “with the wit of a Ravenclaw and the bravery of a Gryffindor shall repair Severus Snape 2000.”
And with a many twinkle, twirl, and twist of a screwdriver and wand in awkward places, Severus Snape 2000 was repaired and fully operational to teach Potions class and make love to newcomers at Hogwarts.
“I have done it!” Chortled Hermione, gathering the Ron ashes and sticking them down her shirt, “for now, there are no students left to know that I, Hermione Granger, the reincarnation of Vishnu, have replaced all the Hogwarts teachers with cannibalistic robots. And now that Harry is out of the way, I can go on to make sweet love to my dear Voldemort!”
The bell rang, and Neville Longbottom stuck his head in the door; “Hermione! Hermione!”
Hermione found herself awaken in a bed listening to her mom call her name. That indeed was the best dream ever.