Choose your own Harry Potter Fanfic
My Aunt's face turned red while Uncle Vernon's turned purple. "Are you proposing that we do not know what's good for our own nephew?" Uncle Vernon growled ominously.
"Harry is our responsibility for the summer," this was Aunt Petunia, "and we won't have him practicing any of that foolishness under our roof. It's completely improper."
"Is it?" Professor Snape's tone did not bode well. Were it directed at me I'd have stopped whatever I was doing and started apologizing. It was the tone he used just before giving you a thorough run down of how insignificant you were and deducting points from your house for your idiocy. I backed up a bit.
"It is," Uncle Vernon was the one to reply, "and now sir, I'd appreciate it if you would take that, that," he motioned at the cauldron.
"It's a cauldron Uncle Vernon," I told him. My Aunt gasped.
"Harry, don't use such language in my house," she scolded.
"I don't care what it's called. You can damn well get it out of my house," Uncle Vernon screamed.
"I see," Professor turned to look at me. "It seems there may just be a valid reason for the usual state of your summer assignments. Get your things Potter, you'll be leaving with me." I felt my eyes widen. I couldn't leave with Professor Snape. Spending the summer with him was the only thing I could think of that was worse than spending it with my aunt and uncle. But, what could I do?
"Harry is our responsibility for the summer," this was Aunt Petunia, "and we won't have him practicing any of that foolishness under our roof. It's completely improper."
"Is it?" Professor Snape's tone did not bode well. Were it directed at me I'd have stopped whatever I was doing and started apologizing. It was the tone he used just before giving you a thorough run down of how insignificant you were and deducting points from your house for your idiocy. I backed up a bit.
"It is," Uncle Vernon was the one to reply, "and now sir, I'd appreciate it if you would take that, that," he motioned at the cauldron.
"It's a cauldron Uncle Vernon," I told him. My Aunt gasped.
"Harry, don't use such language in my house," she scolded.
"I don't care what it's called. You can damn well get it out of my house," Uncle Vernon screamed.
"I see," Professor turned to look at me. "It seems there may just be a valid reason for the usual state of your summer assignments. Get your things Potter, you'll be leaving with me." I felt my eyes widen. I couldn't leave with Professor Snape. Spending the summer with him was the only thing I could think of that was worse than spending it with my aunt and uncle. But, what could I do?