A/N: Still don't own anything really... except my car... wait, the bank still owns that... yea, still don't own anything, so don't sue.

"Severus," Albus Dumbledore began. "Regardless of what he may or may not have done, it is against school policy to tie up and gag a student in class."

He looked down at where Harry was lying on the potions classroom floor, hogtied and gagged, behind his desk.

"Why not?" Snape replied. "I put his parchment and quill behind him on the floor so he could still take notes."

"... yes, well. as I said, regardless, we do not do this to students." Dumbledore continued as he bent down and untied Harry. "What happened to cause this anyway?"

earlier that day

"Professor!" Harry called across the class room. Again. Trying to get his professors attention so he could ask a question.

But this time, as with every other attempt to speak with Snape, resulted in him ignoring Harry.

Finally deciding that Snape would steadily ignore him even ten years after he died, Harry stood and made his way across the room to where his professor was standing.

Catching the movement out of the corner of his eye, Snape turned around and saw Harry approaching.

"Mr. Potter, you will remain at your desk!" Snape yelled, causing Harry to jump and fall over. Which in of itself is bad enough, but Harry knocked into Hermione, causing her to pitch forward, spilling the contents of her caldron over the front of her desk. In front of her, Neville hopped out of the way of the spilling potion, only to knock his own, tossing the horribly botched potion onto Seamus. When the liquid hit him, he fell backwards, hitting Draco Malfoy, who in turn grabbed the first thing he could to attempt to stop his fall. The entire class went silent as a loud "riiiiiiiip" was heard throughout the room.

Almost afraid to look, Harry righted himself and looked towards where Malfoy had landed on the floor, a black cloth in his hands. Harry then turned his attention to his professor, who now stood in the middle of the class in nothing but his underwear and socks. Snape slowly turned to Harry, his wand clutched in his hand...

present time

"Well," Albus said looking between his potions instructor and Harry, a twinkle in his eye. "Perhaps next time, Severus, you will answer Mr. Potter's question and avoid all this trouble."