Affliction of the Snake

Affliction of the Snake

~Author\'s Notes~

Well, I hope you all enjoy this little piece of weirdness. There are a few more chapters to come. This plot twists and turns as the chapters go by. PLEASE REVIEW I need feedback on this type of fic, never gone in this direction before.

Also, this is a bit of a comedy...so if anyone has any ideas, email me at blueribbon83@hotmail.com.

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Chapter One


I don’t know how it started. I don’t know how it happened, but I found myself standing
before the Potion’s Master of Hogwarts. His lips were quivering with rage and
his eyes were delving into mine, I felt like my legs were becoming jelly.

“So, you say you are here to interview me about my teachings…” He growled, I
could tell he wasn’t exactly happy to be disturbed. I saw desire glistening in
his eyes. God knows how I managed to catch him in such a bad state.

“Yes, I am Professor.” I replied quickly back, mesmerized with every velvet word he
spoke, like a hissing snake in a seductive sense.

“What exactly did you have in mind of asking?” He continued to stand. The office
surrounding us made me shiver, the feeling that millions of eyes were upon me
still lurking in the back of my mind. Perhaps it was all the little creatures
of grotesque nature swimming about in their jars.

“Your techniques.” I whispered, and without realizing it, I said it huskily, as
though, I wanted to know his techniques if you know what I mean.

His dark eyes lingered away from mine and began to explore my body, this didn’t
feel right at all, even a little alluring.

“Ms. De Harpers I believe.” He said briskly. It then dawned on me he had recognized
me.

“Yes…” I replied, hanging my head.

“Ah yes, my most talented student of the year 1989. What a shame you took up
journalism, you had such promise.” His pale lips curled into a cruel smile,
mocking my profession, though his wasn’t exactly joy too.

“Are you going to show me some of your work or not?” I asked bluntly, trying to get
on with it before he could punish me more with his poisonous words.

He nodded his head and swiftly left his office, no doubt, I had to follow.

We had arrived in the dark dungeons. He whispered a spell I could not hear and his
pushed the classroom door ope
“H
“Here.” He gestured to a boiling cauldron atop one of the many desks in the classroom.

I followed him over, eyeing his billowing robes, which enticed me more so. He had
been my Professor once; I had never really thought much of him. Now though as an
adult, I thought he was more…appealing.

“Sit.” He instructed. I sat and felt his robes brush against my back tantalizingly. To
my astonishment he stood behind me. I could feel his breath upon my neck.

“I thought-“ I began, but he stopped me.

“You thought nothing Ms. De Harpers, you are in my classroom therefore under my
rules. You are to concoct a potion for me.” His words stung with a hint of
malice. He had no desire to create a potion for me to see.

“So what exactly am I to concoct?” I asked him, looking up. His eyes wandered down
to my cleavage, I could tell, I could see my white flesh in his dark pupils.

“A Polyjuice Potion.” He bent over and delicately hissed.

“I see…” I began to try and remember the ingredients needed. He just raised an
eyebrow as the seconds went by as I tried so hard to remember.

“Ms. De Harpers, can you not remember a simple potion such as that. I remember quite
well you had tackled potion’s even more difficult than this.” He made me feel
shamed of myself and I hang my head low. I once could do this potion as easy as
it were to cast a disarming spell.

“Tut tut tut…Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, knotgrass, bicorn and a shredded
skin of Boomslang. One should remember such easy things Ms. De Harpers.” He
swiftly moved away from me and descended into one of the darkened rooms attached
to the classroom.

I waited with wonder. What had this man been up to? Why did he want me to do this
for him? I shifted my weight on the stool. It had been strange sitting in my
old classroom. So many memories had come back to mind. When I began to drift
off, he had returned into the room, and dropped all the ingredients before me
as he stood behind my slightly shaking body. The room was too cold.

“The water is already boiling, what are you waiting for?” I could tell is tis tone he was getting angry.

I gently dropped one by one the Lacewing flies into the boiling water. I could
see his reflection in the water and his eyes were constantly upon me.

“Good…now what?” He smirked.

“I add the leeches.” I murmured and gently unscrewed the lid of the jar and picked
up a leech with my bare hand. I tried to flick it into the boiling water, but
found the task impossible when the leech clung to my index finger.

He growled and suddenly I felt his abdomgaingainst my back. His muscles bending
him into me, he leaned over and wrenched my finger up. He pinched the leech and
ripped it off my finger, flinging the slug into the boiling water where it
squirmed and soon sunk to the bottom.

My finger was bleeding very badly. He quickly thrust my finger into his mouth, an
action I did not quite expect. I blinked at him. My body did a ninety-degree
turn, and just as quickly as my finger met his mouth, my body met his in a
powerful embrace. The heat of the boiling cauldron made me perspire.

It was all too much. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, I had a black out. My
head had hit something hard and I fell backwards hearing something shatter
against the floor and a gushing of water sound.

Funnily enough something hardened against my stomach.

TBC