Summary: Harry and/or Snape find themselves reliving the same span of time over and over again. What caused this phenomenon, and just how are they to get out of it? Are both wizards aware that time is repeating itself, or just one of them? And just what is it about this one day that it just refuses to end?
Categories: Fic Fests > #21 Springfest 2016, Teacher Snape > Professor Snape
Main Characters: .Snape and Harry (required), Filch, Flitwick, Fred George, Hermione, Other, Pomfrey, Ron
Snape Flavour: Canon Snape
Genres: Action/Adventure, General, Humor
Media Type: None
Tags: None
Takes Place: 5th Year
Warnings: None
Prompts: Ground Hog Day
Challenges: Ground Hog Day Series: XYZ Challenge - A Story for each Challenge
Chapters: 3
Completed: Yes
Word count: 11271
Read: 7356
Published: 20 Jun 2016
Updated: 20 Jun 2016
Author's Notes:
I apparently vaguely had it in my mind that this was set in 6th year (hence Malfoy), but then realised later on that 1) I was using a calendar for Harry's FIFTH year, and 2) Snape wouldn't have been teaching potions in that case. So it is, officially, set in 5th year, but just imagine Malfoy's done something . . . Malfoy-esque.
4th April 1996
“Harry, pay attention!” Hermione Granger hissed out of the side of her mouth.
“Malfoy’s up to something,” Harry Potter grumbled back. He idly grabbed an ingredient off the table in front of him and tossed it without looking into his cauldron, briskly stirring the brew whilst glaring across the room at his blond-haired nemesis.
Hermione tossed a pinch of powdered Belladonna into her cauldron and gently stirred it twice, before selecting a sprig of daisies and beginning to chop them. “Harry, Malfoy is brewing his own potion,” she said. “And you really need to be paying attention to this one. It’s very dangerous, as the peppermint—”
Her voice faded as Harry tuned her out. His friend could go on about potions – or anything – for hours, and Harry just didn’t care that much. What he did care about was what trouble Draco Malfoy was thinking up.
“HARRY!” Hermione suddenly hissed, and nudged him sharply in the side with an elbow. Harry winced and turned to ask her what she was playing at, only to discover Professor Snape bearing down on their table with a glare that was more glacial than usual. Hastily, he grabbed for the nearest ingredient to hand and went to throw it into his cauldron.
“No, Harry!” “Mr Potter, don’t you dare—!” Hermione and Snape cried at the same time, both grabbing for Harry’s wrist.
Harry’s hand, which had been opening, spasmed as he tried to close his fingers again as Snape’s hand gripped his wrist tightly, Hermione’s fingers just brushing them both. He almost managed to retain the entire handful of pomegranate seeds, but one little seed was jostled by the movement, and slowly slid off the side of his hand, landing in the boiling cauldron with a tiny splash.
Horror-stricken, the three of them looked down at the cauldron for a frozen moment, before it gave a tiny whumpf, and the contents abruptly exploded forcefully upwards, completely drenching Harry and Snape.
Harry’s ears rang with shouts and screams, along with Snape’s hisses of pain, as he sank gratefully into unconsciousness.
The End.