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"Remove all books and quills from your tables", said Snape in his arrogant tone, "I do not want to see a single piece of unecssary equipment on them". Harry and Ron put away their books and Hermione raised her hand, but as usual, didn't wait for a permission to speak. "Sir, But I thought we were having an exam..." Snape's mouth twiched in a half evil smile. "We are, Miss Granger, Having a Practical exam" he turned to face the class. "D'you hear that Longbottom?" He turned to Neville, "a practical exam. It means you will have to make a potion. I should of course ask you to try not to give your potion to anybody. We wouldn't want students end up losing all their hair or something similar". There was a smirk from Draco Malfoy's direction and Neville turned red and stared at his cauldroun. "You have exactly 30 minutes to make me a Perfect Flying potion" said Snape. "Your ingrediants are: Newt skin, Snake blood, Spider legs, Unicorn hair, Essence of Porcupine, and - Phoenix powder. Begin" Harry looked at the ingrediants and started mixing them. To his right, he could hear Ron begging Hermione to let him see what she was doing. "Pleeaaaase Hermione", he whispered, "it's like you said - if we don't make it through this one we fail the whole year...." "You should have studied instead of going to see the Quidditch practice" whispered Hermione, "Hey, get off!" she turned her back to Ron so he won't be able to see what she does. "Cut it out you two" said Harry, "if Snape hears us whispering..." But it was too late. Proffessor Snape's image immidiatly appeared near them. "well well... Potter, just because you can fly on a broomstick doesn't mean you don't have to make this potion like the rest of us" he said, Malfoy looking very pleased with himself, as he were everytime Snape bullied Harry. "Miss Granger, what ever are you doing? stand up straight!" Hermione turned back. "Mr. Weasly, at the end of the exam you will give your potion to Potter and then we see what happens when you mix Spider legs with Phoneix powder" snape gave them a nasty smile. Harry and Ron stared at each other. "great..." said Harry, "what are the odds?..." It was a total disaster. At the end of the 30 minutes the class looked like Peeves the Poltergeist had just left there. Cauldrouns were on the floor, Spider legs were all over, and the walls were covered in potion as a result of Neville's potion exploding earlier on, which caused several students to rise above the ground unwillingly and stick to the ceiling. Snape had left them there until the end of the class just so Neville would feel bad about himself. Draco malfoy and his huge friends Crabe and Goyle were laughing their heads off and throwing Newt skin at them. "And now to the interesting part of this exam" said Snape after everyone gave him their potions, "Mr Weasly if you would be kind enough to give Potter your potion". Ron's face turned pale. "please sir..." said Hermione. "Quiet Granger, if you don't want me to accidently break your potion" said Snape, and Hermione stared horrified at Harry drinking Ron's potion. He too rose to the ceiling to join the rest of the students there. "Pathetic" murmured Snape and waved his wand. The students stuck to the ceiling fell in a blast to the floor. "I'm so sorry", said Ron after they left the class, "I had no idea what i was doing. If you would have just let me copy yours...." he turned to Hermione who looked at Harry suspiciously. "what?" he asked. "Phoenix powder and Spider legs is a very dangerous combination", she said, "no one knows what its true affect is... I read that one time a wizard accidently mixed it with his tea and his palms turned all green!" "Well I hope you're happy" Ron told her, "come on - let's go get lunch". "can't, I have practice" said Harry, "you go, I'll see you later". He made his way towards Gryffindor tower to get his Firebolt. The castle was nearly empty since most of the students were at the great hall. Harry walked down the hall and suddenly he heared Colin Creevy's voice behind him. He looked back and tried to avoid him, when suddenly he felt an enormous wave of coldness. He had just walked straight into Nearly Headless Nick. "Oh hello sir nicholas" said Harry "Hello Harry, how are you?" "I'm fine, And you? If I am not mistaken it is your deathday tomorrow, right?" "Yes indeed. my 504th" "Well, congretulations, I think..." "I do hope it will be different than the last ones..." pondered Nearly Headless Nick, "Every year I'm hoping to get the thing I most want" "And what would that be? to join the Headless Hunters?" asked Harry. He knew how dissapointed Nick was when they had rejected him on the account that he wan't completly headless. "No no, I gave up on that long ago. the thing I most want is to be human again. even just for a little while... to be able to smell, to taste, to Feel..." he said, and put his hand through the common room fire, before he went out the portrait hole. |סלינק|
