Choose your own Harry Potter Fanfic
I moved from cauldron to cauldron in my dungeon checking on the potions Poppy needed for the coming school year. I was only a quarter of the way through my list, but I still had plenty of time to finish.
The fact that I was the only one qualified to brew these potions made me want to go out and torture a student. Hanging one from the ceiling and quizzing them with potions questions might be fun. Every time they got one wrong I could beat them with a stick. Too bad the students were all home for the summer. There was also the slight problem with Dumbledore. The infuriating old fool would never let me beat the students. Perhaps if he would there'd be someone available to take over as Potion Professor and I could move on to the position I wanted.
Someone knocked on the door to my private work room and then opened it without permission.
"What?" I snapped, looking up, but it wasn't Dumbledore standing there. It was a couple of men in strange brown uniforms holding armfuls of metal string. I gave them my best glare. "Can I help you?" I hoped that my tone made it clear that I very much doubted I could.
"Uh, we're here to install the wiring for the lights." One of them told me.
"I have all the candles I need thank you." I told him, returning to my potions. The two men exchanged a look, then the talkative one spoke again.
"The electric lights sir," he said. I was forced to look directly at him again.
"No." The potion for minor wounds was nearly ready to pour. I began setting up the bottles to be filled.
"But..."
"Absolutely not, I will not have electricity in my dungeon. You can take your wires right back up to Dumbledore along with my message. Now get out of my workroom," I growled.
The fact that I was the only one qualified to brew these potions made me want to go out and torture a student. Hanging one from the ceiling and quizzing them with potions questions might be fun. Every time they got one wrong I could beat them with a stick. Too bad the students were all home for the summer. There was also the slight problem with Dumbledore. The infuriating old fool would never let me beat the students. Perhaps if he would there'd be someone available to take over as Potion Professor and I could move on to the position I wanted.
Someone knocked on the door to my private work room and then opened it without permission.
"What?" I snapped, looking up, but it wasn't Dumbledore standing there. It was a couple of men in strange brown uniforms holding armfuls of metal string. I gave them my best glare. "Can I help you?" I hoped that my tone made it clear that I very much doubted I could.
"Uh, we're here to install the wiring for the lights." One of them told me.
"I have all the candles I need thank you." I told him, returning to my potions. The two men exchanged a look, then the talkative one spoke again.
"The electric lights sir," he said. I was forced to look directly at him again.
"No." The potion for minor wounds was nearly ready to pour. I began setting up the bottles to be filled.
"But..."
"Absolutely not, I will not have electricity in my dungeon. You can take your wires right back up to Dumbledore along with my message. Now get out of my workroom," I growled.