A/N: I wrote this story in 2002 and I am always happy when I get the occasional email notifying me that someone has found it and enjoyed reading it. Here is my short and sweet attempt at being an author at the age of 12! As a sidenote, I now proudly drive my own VW Beetle… sadly it's red instead of hot pink.
Snape's Walmart Adventure:
Snape sat at his desk after potions class. Somehow, he had become less organized. He tried to find the piece of parchment that told him everything he had to remember, but he couldn't find it.
Snape needed Post-Its!
"I need Post-Its..." mumured Snape. "I'll just have to go get some!"
As he walked through the secret passageway under his bed, he began to make a list of all the things he needed to buy at Ol' Wally World.
Finally, he reached the parking garage at the end of the passage. He climbed into his hot pink VW Bug and turned on the radio.
Singing along to Britney Spears's 'Oops! ...I Did It Again', Snape drove out of the garage and around London.
He grabbed his Gucci purse out of the Bug and walked into Walmart, still singing Britney songs. Snape walked up to the school supplies section (getting a few odd glances, of course) and happily picked up a packet of stickers with little smiley faces and 'Way to Go!'s and 'Good Job!'s on them.
"Attention Walmart shoppers: 10 minutes until closing."
Snape looked down at his list and quickly scurried to the games section. There, he picked up Avril Lavigne's CD, the Harry Potter CD rom game, the Britney Spears PS game, and a new princess phone.
Only 5 minutes left! As he shoved a pair of pink bunny slippers into his cart, he ran smack into someone.
"Snape!" The Someone yelped.
Snape looked at Voldemort, all decked out in a Christina Aguilara's #1shirt, Winnie the Pooh pajama pants, and Harry Potter house shoes...
"This never happened." Voldie said as he picked up his shopping back and shuffled out of Wal*Mart.
Snape blinked, picked himself off the floor, paid for his new stuff, and exited Wal*Mart.
As he lay awake in bed, he realized he had forgotten his Post-Its.