The Mysterious Redhead

The explosion rocked the school.

Students halted in the corridors, wide-eyed, staring at the dungeons.

They were waiting.

Waiting for the man that would inevitably emerge, pale faced, spitting mad at whatever student had messed up this time.

What they didn't expect was for a tall redheaded woman to march past, dragging a struggling Boy-Who-Lived-To-Teach-Imbeciles. With emerald eyes, flowing curls and a flowery green dress, the expression of pure rage that her face wore was extremely unsettling. Although there was something familiar about those cheekbones...

The terrified man at her side was very worrying, their Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, known for killing Voldemort, becoming an Auror, before returning to teach, was usually fearless. He had even been so bold as to date the feared potions master, the one who should even now be storming past, hissing at first years. But the worst of all, the most extreme thing that Harry Potter had done, was to engage in a prank war with Severus Snape.

There'd been the tripping hex at the top of the stairs. The vanishing clothes at dinner leaving Severus stranded in bright green boxers. Emerald green.

Charmed stationary that squawked various obscenities about Slytherin in Snapes voice. That had certainly earned Professor Potter a few nights on the sofa.

Of course the Head of Slytherin had given back as good as he got.

Harry hadn't stopped hiccupping for hours after his morning coffee, making teaching impossible.

Having his skin branded in green and silver stripes for a week had definitely dimmed his good mood after the boxer incident.

And now he was captured by the mysterious redhead, who was stalking up to the Headmistresses office.

One foolish Gryffindor whispered, "Somebody's time of the month," as she marched past, only to be met with such a ferocious growl that Slytherins later swore he wet himself.

Nobody wanted to be in Headmistress McGonagall's shoes when the frothing redhead in heels reached the office.

Some worried for her health but those who were veterans from the war remember her battling the Dark Lord himself. But that was five years ago.

Bets were just starting to form when a red faced Gryffindor rushed up from the dungeons.

"It's Professor Snape! The woman... It's Professor Snape! A potion... Potter... and it won't fade for weeks!"

Now THIS was going to be funny!