Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. All aspects of this fan fiction are derived from the world of J.K Rowling and I am making no money from this. In laymen's terms, it's pure imagination and for fun.

A/N: I am just experimenting with story ideas for now. This is just a kick start story, hopefully you'll enjoy it and it'll be a fun journey.

Summer with the Slytherin

Chapter One: Double Double, Potion trouble

Harry grimaced down at the ingredients before him - jobberknoll feathers, a tub of powdered bicorn parts, 5 tarantula legs, a stalk of ginger and armadillo bile. When was he to add the jobberknoll feathers? Was he to add them whole or skinned? Should he put them in before the ginger or after it? And speaking of the ginger, should he use the root or body of it?

Harry looked up from his ingredients. The room was shrouded in steaming smoke and he couldn't make out what was written on the blackboard. He could see Snape though. The lurching potions master was smirking down at Harry from the top of the classroom and with a quick pace, he made his way toward him.

Crap, crap, crap, he thought, shooting a panicked look at Ron. Ron shrugged back, desperately chopping at some tarantula legs, in the hopes of making himself look busy.

In a last desperate attempt, Harry grabbed the powdered bicorn parts and lobbed it into the cauldron, then stirred it frantically. The potion swirled with a quick hiss.

"Well, well, Mr Potter," Snape smirked, halting, arms folded and staring down his narrow nose, "Another shameful display of your incompetence."

Harry flushed and despite the dim light and thick steam, he knew by the look on Snape's face that his embarrassment was evident.

"What colour is this, Mr Potter?" Snape asked, ladling a spoonful of the potion and allowing it to dribble back into the cauldron.

The sudden droplets bubbled in the potion. Harry stared into the cauldron. He didn't know what colour it was. It was thick and dark, with a hint of many other colours - green's, blue's, yellow's.

"I don't know, sir," Harry murmured, casting his eyes down towards his tarantula legs. Oh what he would give to hurl them into Snape's face.

"Nor do I Potter," Snape barked, " And it is very rare that I do not comprehend the mixture of a potion!"

He slammed a vial filled with amber liquid onto the work desk. The liquid sloshed around in the vile and in time with it, the potion began to swirl erratically.

"This is what the potion looks like, Potter," Snape smirked, point a long thin finger at the vial. He then turned to face the class and indicated to Harry's cauldron, "This, class, is what the potion should not look like."

The Slytherins smirked, the Gryffindors shot sympathetic looks towards their fellow classmate. The thick liquid bubbled and oozed, the bubbles blistering to maximum height and then bursting, spraying the mucky liquid onto the desk.

"Professor Snape, I think we should extinguish the-" Hermione said, but was quickly silenced by Snape's hand.

"Miss Granger, you're input is of no value to this little lesson with Potter," he hissed, then quickly glared down at Harry.

Spiralling steam hissed from the potion. Harry swallowed with great effort and met Snape's eyes. The cold dark tunnels hypnotised him into a cold sweat. In front of him stood a towering giant, whose wrath unleashed was worse then any encounter with dark creatures Harry had ever had. The potion boiled heavily and frothed.

"Professor, please!" Hermione pleaded, backing away from the desk.

"Miss Granger!" Snape yelled, thumping his fist against the desk.

BOOM

The class dove for cover beneath desks. Professor Snape was lifted from his feet and shot over two desks, smacking heavily against a stone wall. Thick smoke enshrouded the room.

Snape pushed himself to his feet, using the wall for support. He coughed and fumbled around his pocket for his wand. He whipped the slender wand from his inside pocket and pointed it into the air.

"Evamrpo," he spluttered.

The thick smoke seemed to gather in a ball to the middle of the room and then shot up through the air vent. Severus did a quick surveillance of the room. His students were huddled together in a corner, next to his desk. Snape did a head count

… 13, 14... 18, 19...

No 20. There were 20 students in his class, where was 20? The sudden realisation hit him.

"Potter!" he gasped, skimming through the desks.

Harry's desk was covered in the thick mucky liquid. The cauldron was balanced on it's side, rolling back and forth. Snape peered over the desk. A clutter of dark robes were gathered in a heap, thick mucky liquid caked across them.

"Professor?" Hermione asked, taking a step foreword.

"Leave," Snape ordered, kneeling down beside the heap of clothing and pointing to the dungeon door.

"But professor, what about Harry?" Ron shouted.

"GET OUT NOW!"

So that's chapter one. It's quite short, I realise this, but it's a beginner chapter that eases the story on.

I'd appreciate it if you reviewed and let me know what you think. Thanks!

- Jasper Kelly