Harry Potter and the Student Professors: Slytherin

I had a strange dream a few nights ago that kept on going instead of recurring. Recurring is when the same thing happens over and over...this dream is like a bloody series. That said...I dreamt that me and a group of friends were thrown into the HP world with knowledge of up until book 6. Some of us were too old to attend Hogwarts (though we had to cram a lot) so we ended up being student professors. We had aliases and I ended up as a Slytherin. Oh, guess which subject I end up in?

And yeah, my editors are gonna kill me. They told me not to start up any more fanfics, but my dreams are too vivid and fun not to write about--or at least draw. So, expect more insanity...and overall HP art.

Dumbledore looked over at the three girls over his half moon spectacles, lips pressed together in a thin line. There was an awkward silence as he waited for the girls to say anything at all, half expecting the dark haired one to spit out curses, the firey woman to give her outrages and the autumn girl to suddenly facts while agreeing with her comarades. But to his amusement in one synchronized motion they looked at each other with the utmost familiarity. Alice, the dark haired girl and the youngest of the three females, spoke first.

"Well, I do have an uncanny way of predicting things, so I suggest--"

"Divination." the red headed girl named Winifred interrupted. "I think I'll take te post." Alice pouted, but was soon smiling once again as she tried a different class. Her talents didn't limit to just divination. In fact, there were many things she could do.

"Alright, Winnie. So, I'll be taking--"

"Ancient Runes." Katherine quiped, stopping Alice from getting her last word in once again. The auburn haired girl smiled innocently at her best friend before sharing a knowing look with Winnifred. Alice pouted further. They were doing this deliberately! They were trying to corner her into her third most likely practical job at Hogwarts. She heaved as deep, long suffering sigh as Dumbeldore turned his gaze towards her, a twinkle in his eyes.

"And what about you, Miss Valentine?" he inquired. She glared.

I hate you all. she thought. "I suppose I'll support Professor Snape in Potions. Merlin knows he needs the help if you keep scheduling Gryffindors with Slytherins." she replied curtly. She never did like Dumbledore and, quite frankly, she was glad that he was going to die four years down the road.


Can anyone guess who Alice really is?

BTW...Those clothes aren't the Slytherin student's uniform. They're the 'Slytherin Student Professor Uniform' Dumbledore came up with because he says that I'm not exactly a student, but I'm not exactly a teacher either...So we get cool uniforms.

And also...

Why the Hell am I in pants?! And don't give me the whole "somebody has to be the 'other' guy in the group" crap. As much as I love Alex, he counts more as a girl than as a man. Hell, I'm more manly than he is! Grrrr...bloody Dumbledore...