"You were on about me saving a black man apparently," Harry replied.
"Exactly, you saved that Black, you Black lover!" Snape accused.
"Yeah, I love Black people," Harry nodded his head to that, much to the approval of his classmates. "Don't you like..."
"Fuck the Blacks! Bunch of criminals, the lot of them!" Snape cut him off, earning shocked looks from his students. "If it wasn't for you, Potter, then he'd be rightfully in jail like he deserved to be." Snape accused before going to take another sip from his bottle, only to quickly realise that it was no longer in his hand. "Huh?" He grunted before looking back and spotting Loki sitting on his desk, having thrown off the gas mask and was now chugging down Professor Snape's drink like his life depended on it.
"Loki!" Harry gasped, staring at his monkey friend with a downright shocked look on his face. "I thought you quit drinking!" He shouted, pointing an accusing finger at his monkey friend. Loki -after finishing the bottle - let out an apologetic squeak before everyone's attention was ripped back to a growling Professor Snape who was staring furiously at Loki.
"That was my bottle!" He yelled before shooting a spell at Loki who let out a frightened squeak as he dodged the spell, the chaotic tree-climber instinctively tossed the bottle at Snape, hitting him in the forehead. Loki quickly jumped off the desk and ran to Harry who quickly scooped him up into his arms whilst Snape rubbed his head.
"Potter!" Snape growled, throwing as much hate into the name as possible as he stared at Harry with the utmost loathing. "I'm going to kill you!"
"Harry," Lisa said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I think you should run." She advised whilst staring at the fuming expression of the potion's master, she turned to look at Harry and blinked when she saw that he and Loki were already standing by the door.
"Way ahead of you," He told her before rushing out of the door just as a bright red spell crashed into it.
"Hmm," Crabbe and Goyle grunted as they followed Draco through the corridors of Hogwarts, listening as the blonde prat - umm...boy - was prattling on about his new wand holster.
"The finest of all wand holsters!" Draco was telling them. "It's blood bound to me so that nobody, not even Dumbledore or even the dark lord himself, could remove it. There's actually an ingenious safety response to someone trying to steal it."
"Nice, Draco," The two of them dutifully complimented him just as the sound of spellfire was heard.
"What the hell is that?" Draco wondered, the trio of Slytherins rounding the following corner in time to see Professor Snape chasing Harry Potter and his monkey and shooting spells at them. "Huh, it's actually quite nice to see it happen to someone else." Draco hummed thoughtfully as the pair got closer.
"Hi Draco!" Harry said quickly as he rushed past them. "Got your wand this time?!" He taunted.
"Course I do," Draco yelled before moving to take his wand out of his holster. "What?! How the hell is it gone?!" He blurted out as he stared at his holster when the theft response decided to finally activate, spraying him in the face with a green gas that caused his eyes to roll before he fell unconscious to the floor, just in time for Snape to trip over him and fall face first on the ground.