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Potions and Punishments	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: The Penalty

The clock on his wall was just beginning to chime out its eight tones when three sharp knocks rapped on the door of Snape’s office. He determinedly finished the sentence he was writing before pushing the parchment away to the other side of the desk and replacing the quill into its inkwell. He pushed back his chair just slightly from the desk and carefully adjusted the billowing robe that cascaded over his tall, lanky form. Only then did he call out, "Come in."
The door opened, and Bridget strode through the doorway.
"I should have expected that you would be prompt, Miss O’Brien," he noted, tilting his head to one side and regarding her with frank curiosity.
She was dressed in her usual school robes and her mass of red-gold hair was drawn back in a tight bun, a hairstyle she had adopted sometime during the previous school year. While she had the eyes (he noted that she used a subtle combination of magic and makeup to highlight them) and cheekbones to carry off the severe style, it was certainly a shame not to see those waves of curls cascading town her back. Her eyes were still angry and her skin seemed slightly flushed, but she closed the door carefully behind her and walked wordlessly across the room, stopping in front of his desk.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing at the large wooden chair that sat at the other side of his desk.
She inclined her head the slightest fraction of an inch, and bent her tall frame down into a seated position in the chair. She crossed her legs and placed her hands upon the hard wooden arms of the chair. For a moment, she clenched her fists tightly around the carved wood. But, seeing the amusement in his eyes, she forced herself to open them and sit as nonchalantly as she could. She looked over his desk, noting the parchment, the quill sitting in the ink well, and a large stack of paper sitting off to the side.
He allowed the silence to go on a long time between them.
"You seem quite upset about getting a detention, Miss O’Brien," he finally noted.
"Am I supposed to be happy about it?" she challenged.
He smiled.
***Oh, not yet. But, I’ll bet by the end of the evening you’ll be hoping for another one.***
"Don’t you think you deserve to be punished?" he inquired.
"It depends upon what I’m being punished for," she replied.
"What do you mean?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands on the desktop in front of him.
She hesitated for another moment and seemed to be debating with herself just how far she dare go. Apparently throwing caution to the wind, she drew in a deep breath and continued.
"I sincerely doubt that I am being punished for ‘wasting class time’," she began.
He tilted his head back slightly and allowed his eyes to become more hooded.
"Your only intention with that class today was to make everyone fail at the potion and give you a reason to deduct points from Ravenclaw," she stated.
"Ah, yes," he murmured. "The house points of our respective houses have been running neck-and-neck for several months now, haven’t they?"
"Yes," she replied, her eyes fixed determinedly upon his face.
"And what was your intention today, Miss O’Brien?"
"What?" she replied, slightly startled at the question.
"I can only presume that your attempt to embarrass me today was to be the ‘piece d’resistance’ in your ongoing mission to try and humiliate me. And prove that you think you know just as much about potions as I do."
"I have never said that," she whispered.
"No, but every comment and gesture that you have made in my class for the past seven years has been an attempt to belittle me," he retorted. He abruptly rose to his feet and glided over to where she was seated.
She uncrossed her legs, and for a moment her fingertips fluttered against the arms of the chair as if she were preparing to arise and flee from him. At the last moment, she forced herself to remain seated and stared up at him defiantly.
He leaned down over her and placed his own hands upon the arms of the chair. "I do not deny that you are a quite gifted pupil. Of course, given your family history I have no doubt that you could hardly have managed to reach this age without having absorbed a great deal of knowledge regarding this difficult field. However-"
He leaned down even further, to the point where she could feel his breath wafting across her face.
"I am a Potion’s Master, and you are, as yet, merely a student. A talented, intelligent student. But a student. And my subordinate. And it is time you treated me with the proper respect."
"Respect has to be earned, not demanded," she hissed.
"Indeed," he replied, rising back up to his full height. "And I have decided to make it clear to you why I am to be obeyed. Since seven years of patient, careful instruction have failed to sway you, I must resort to a more forceful method, mustn’t I?"
Her jaw clenched involuntarily for a moment, but she did not break her eye contact with him. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, his hand go into the pocket of his robe and retrieve the vial of ‘Minimizing Potion’. He held it out before her face.
"Tell me, Miss O’Brien, when you made this potion previously, what use did you put it to?"
"I used it to shrink things," she replied, evasively.
"What kind of things?" he asked, using his fingertips to gently sway the bottle back and forth in front of her eyes.
"My little cousin Adrienne was visiting," she replied, trying hard to disguise the trembling in her voice. "And I used it to ‘shrink down’ some things so that they would be the right size for her dolls."
"Such as?"
Her eyes were now moving nervously between the bottle and his cold, dark eyes.
"A book, an apple, some furniture-things!" she spat out.
"Anything living?"
A part of her mind screamed at her to lie, but for some reason she found herself mesmerized by his dark, penetrating stare and felt compelled to answer.
"Yes," she finally whispered. "I laced a small dish of it with catnip, and set it down before our cat."
"Ah," he said, moving his other hand down and pulling the stopper out of the vial. "And how did it react after drinking the potion?"
She swallowed and her eyes became fixed on the sparkling glass of the bottle. "It went absolutely wild as it began to shrink," she said in an undertone. "It ran away, under the furniture and shook in terror. By the time I finally found it and administered the antidote, it was half-dead with shock."
"Yes." His voice was soft, satisfied, and seductive. "That was the major problem which your grandfather discovered wasn’t it? It seems to have a most unpleasant effect when given to a sentient being. And he was never quite sure if it was a physical side effect of the potion, or simply caused by the inability of the mind to accept the sudden change in size and perception."
He held out the bottle by the neck and lowered his hand slightly. "Please take the vial, Miss O’Brien."
With shaking hands, she complied. He strode back to his chair and seated himself.
"And take a good swallow, if you please," he added.
She stared down at the bottle for a moment and then raised her eyes back to his face.
"You can’t make me do this," she said quietly.
"Miss O’Brien, you have been given a detention. And the task I have assigned to you is to test your own potion. Since you are assuredly and deservedly confident that you have prepared it properly, I see no reason for this hesitation."
He leaned forward slightly. "Particularly since the penalty for refusing a detention is immediate, irrevocable expulsion from Hogwarts."
She dropped her eyes down and regarded her own feet for a moment.
"And it would be such a pity for a such a bright student, at the top of her class, to be expelled for refusing such a trivial thing."
She heard him open up one of the drawers of his desk.
"Particularly since I have the antidote waiting here."
He placed another bottle down on his side of the desk.
She closed her eyes and chewed on her lip for a moment. Then, without opening her eyes, she raised the vial to her mouth and took a swallow.
Immediately as the liquid touched the back of her throat she felt a burning sensation and gasped in pain as the feeling traveled downward, seeming to ignite a fire within her chest. It continued onward down her torso and out towards the tips of her fingers and toes. She opened her eyes and tried to stand up, thrusting the bottle unto the surface of the desk. As she did so, she stared in amazement as her hand dwindled in size and shrank, disappearing under the sleeve of her robe.
She heard her own voice, tight and gasping. "The antidote!" she pleaded.
The pain continued to be excruciating, and the room seemed to tilt and spin around her. She felt an overwhelming impulse to flee, but found, as her legs and arms began to move, that her body was hopelessly caught by the weight of her clothes that were by now draping heavily upon her. Her last coherent vision before she passed out was that of Snape sitting, calmly and dispassionately, as he watched her shrink away to nothing.
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Something was rubbing against her nose, tickling it. And she wearily tilted her head away, trying to escape it. A moment later, it was back. And she grunted in disgust, moving her head away again and dully wondering why her arms felt like they were pinned to her sides. And then she opened up her eyes.
The room she was in was dimly lit and she struggled to make out the details of the walls and the-ceiling?
She started and blinked her eyes. Yes, the ceiling. She was lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She tried to move and found that her arms were indeed being held tightly against her. She seemed to be wrapped, quite tightly in some kind of bandages-or was it a tightly wound sheet? As she struggled to move she became aware of a loud, crinkling noise coming from all around her. She paused, and the noise stopped. Perplexed, she started to move her head to the side when she suddenly caught sight of a white blur moving towards her. She gasped and tried to move away, but it stopped of its own accord just before it made contact with her.
She stared up at it. It was a gigantic feather. And then her mind finally snapped out of its confusion and she realized her mistake.
Actually the feather was of quite ordinary size. It was she who was abnormally small. In fact, the large feather was merely one side of a quill pen, which was being held by large, pale white hands that she knew quite well, though they were nearly as long as her whole body was now. And above them, looming out of the darkness and smirking at her was the face of Professor Severus Snape.
"Finally awake, Miss O’Brien?" he asked, his grin wide and malicious.
She shivered as he waved the feather in front of her. Partly because of the draft he was creating, and partly because of the real, undeniable terror she was feeling at the moment.
"I want the antidote," she said, despising herself for the fear that showed plainly in her voice.
He tilted his head quizzically and bent down over her, his dark hair gliding over her and shutting out most of what little light there was.
"I’m afraid you will have to speak a little more loudly," he said.
She swallowed and drew in a deep breath. "Please," she screamed, "give me the antidote."
"Oh, that," he murmured, raising up slightly and regarding her thoughtfully.
She stared up at him. His nose was by no means of inconsiderable size to begin with, but it was perfectly monstrous in size now.
"I’m afraid you’ll have to earn that," he replied.
"How?" she gasped.
He smiled down at her. "By doing anything that I ask you to."
She turned her head to the side as she watched him replace the pen in the inkwell and finally realized that he had placed her upon the stack of paper she had seen lying on his desk earlier. It was rather soft, but it made a deafening sound to her small ears whenever she made the slightest movement. She shivered again as he placed his hands on either side of her and bent down again.
"You know, Miss O’Brien, I am so pleased that it was the ‘Minimizing Potion’ and not the ‘Shrinking Solution’ that you ingested. Do you know why?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She shook her head.
"Well, you see," he began, reaching out with his fingers and grabbing on to a small piece of the fabric that was wrapped tightly around her. "A ‘Shrinking Solution’ would have regressed you back to a small child, perhaps even a baby. Theoretically, you could even have been transformed back to a fertilized egg."
He tugged at the piece of cloth, and she found herself spinning rapidly around for a few seconds before she landed, painfully hard, upon the surface of his desk. She gasped for breath and tried to shake the dizziness away from her brain. When she looked up again, he was tucking the cloth into one of his pockets and she belatedly realized that she had been wrapped inside one of his own handkerchiefs. And that she was now naked.
She saw his hands swooping down towards her and made a desperate attempt to get to her feet and run. She heard him laugh and within a few moments found herself perched precariously upon the edge of his desk. The floor looked very far away. And on the floor, tossed in a careless pile, were her clothes.
She shook her head in disgust. The thought that her clothes would have been unaffected by her ingesting the potion had not occurred to her. She had no doubt that Snape had known what would happen, however. She saw a something glint faintly in the carpeting, and realized that her hairpins had fallen out of her hair as she shrank. And that was why her hair was now loose and falling about her shoulders.
She felt his warm hands wrap around her and struggled, vainly, as he raised her up far above the desk. He cupped her in one hand and drew his thumb, gently but firmly, across her small, but proportionately prominent, breasts.
"Oh, yes," he murmured. "I much prefer to keep you in this form."
Author’s Notes: Yep, I was a strange little kid who was weirdly and undeniably turned on by the scene in "Peter Pan" where Captain Hook captured Tinkerbell. Just fair warning!
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