"What? Ted why're you u--" Harry spun around on the computer chair, prepared to pick Teddy up so he could see what was happening when he caught the look on his face and the actual words that had been snapped out from his mouth.
"That is hardly the point," Snape replied, folding his arms across his chest and attempting to scowl at Harry. But it felt all wrong. His muscles weren't doing as they were instructed to do and he finally gave up, feeling foolish.
"I'm going to find the person responsible and hex them blind," he growled, though it came out as more of a whine.
Snape tried to swat his hand away, reaching up to finger his hair. It felt odd, not having it hanging in his face, the permanent curtain to hide behind.
"Does the boy at least own a set of robes?" He wouldn't feel so foolish if he had robes to hide behind.
Harry wondered if he ought to mention to Snape that he could probably change his entire form into a younger him if he focused hard enough, but decided against it. What good would it do any of them?
Snape stalked past Harry, heading for his bedroom and opening the closet. He was forced to pull things from hangers, hoping he wasn't ruining the collars as they slid off.
Holding out his hand, he attempted to summon his wand so he could re-size the clothing.
Nothing happened.
"Accio wand!" he said aloud this time with the same results. Irritated, he grabbed the clothes and stormed back into the other room. "My wand isn't responding," he muttered, dropping the clothes into a pile on the floor. "You'll have to re-size these for me," he added bitterly.
"Do you own anything purple?" Harry asked distractedly as he took the starched robe and shrank it after a bit of fumbling with the spell. He'd never be good at household charms. They weren't the ones he got much practice at. But the robe looked to be the proper size, so he handed it back with a rueful smile.
Attempting to scowl, Snape went to the nearby bathroom and turned on the light. He ended up climbing the toilet up to the counter top so he could look in the mirror.
He pulled at the hair, looking at it from different angles in the light. He tried to concentrate, to change it back, but he only managed to make it a more vomit shade of green.
"Lovely," he growled, hopping from the counter to go face Potter.
"What do we do now?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. His lower lip pouted out with no encouragement from him.
"I'm not leaving you here like this." Not while he was larking about in Teddy's body at least. Snape couldn't even perform a simple spell. Imagine if a whole bookcase came tottering down on him.
No, Harry wasn't leaving Snape's home until Snape was finished browsing his large book collection for something useful. It made Harry feel useless waiting around though.
"Go put him in my bed first," Snape said, eying his body and holding back a shudder. It was uncomfortable seeing himself laid out there. It was like he was looking at his own corpse.
He walked to the bookshelf and quickly realized he couldn't reach the books that he needed.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, going in search of a chair.
"Bugger."
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It was hysterical. Harry was certain Snape would never agree.
"You're not trapped in your body with Teddy in control."
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"I'm going to find the person responsible and hex them blind," he growled, though it came out as more of a whine.
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"I don't think it was a person though."
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"Does the boy at least own a set of robes?" He wouldn't feel so foolish if he had robes to hide behind.
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"Not here, no."
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Holding out his hand, he attempted to summon his wand so he could re-size the clothing.
Nothing happened.
"Accio wand!" he said aloud this time with the same results. Irritated, he grabbed the clothes and stormed back into the other room. "My wand isn't responding," he muttered, dropping the clothes into a pile on the floor. "You'll have to re-size these for me," he added bitterly.
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As he was pulling on the robes, he looked at Harry. "Are you referring to purple clothing? I don't believe so. Why?"
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He pulled at the hair, looking at it from different angles in the light. He tried to concentrate, to change it back, but he only managed to make it a more vomit shade of green.
"Lovely," he growled, hopping from the counter to go face Potter.
"What do we do now?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. His lower lip pouted out with no encouragement from him.
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"We take him back to my house. What else can we do right now? I don't even have a solid list of everyone affected."
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"Take him with you. I'm going to go through my books and see if I can find something."
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No, Harry wasn't leaving Snape's home until Snape was finished browsing his large book collection for something useful. It made Harry feel useless waiting around though.
"Can I use your computer quick?"
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He walked to the bookshelf and quickly realized he couldn't reach the books that he needed.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, going in search of a chair.
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