“That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”

“Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size, Sev.” Came a woman’s voice no one recognized.

Snape’s eyes widened in shock.

“What did you just say to me, Granger?!?” Snape says, not knowing who’d said that.

“Sir, I didn’t say any-“

“It was me, Sev.” Everyone turned and saw Harry, up from his seat, glaring at Snape.

“POTTER!!!!” Snape darts toward Harry, an furious expression on his face. “I should’ve known it would’ve been you. Finally showing off your true arrogance behind that fake “goodness” act. Your dear father acted JUST AS-“

“Don’t you DARE INSULT JAMES TO MY SON, SNIVELLUS!!!!” Harry says in the same uncharacteristically feminine voice. “I DON’T LIKE THE WAY YOU’VE BEEN TREATING HIM OR ANY OF YOUR STUDENTS!!!!!! IF YOU TRULY CARED ABOUT ME, YOU’D PUT YOUR GRUDGE AGAINST JAMES ASIDE AND SEE MY SON AS A STUDENT RATHER THAN JUST MERELY “JAMES POTTER’S SON”!!!!HARRY IS NOT JAMES, NOR IS HE ME!!! YOU START TREATING MY SON PROPERLY!!!! IF YOU CONTINUE THIS BEHAVIOR, VOLDEMORT WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES!!!” Harry yells in the same voice, then he blinks, and starts panting.

“W-WHAT THE BLOODY HELL JUST HAPPENED!?!?!” Harry yells aloud.

Snape, who’s as white as a sheet, stares at Harry in wide-eyed horror. He tries to say something, anything, but he does the one thing he can think of doing at the moment. Snape faints.

The class looks on in shock. Everyone begins staring at Harry.

“Um, I think we should get Dumbledore” Ron says.