Harry looked around the local McDonald's, wondering where he was . . .
Suddenly, his questions were answered as a figure in a hooded cape entered the fast food place. The wizard pulled down his hood to reveal a hooked nose and a face curtained with greasy black hair. Harry was the only one who knew the truth about Snape, that he had faked his own death using a potion made of turtle snouts, pickled rat tongues, and eyeballs from various primates.
"Sit down," said Harry, pushing a Happy Meal towards Snape.
Snape ate the Chicken McNuggets greedily; after all, he hadn't eaten in two weeks. After finishing them, he began to play with the toy, a miniature Barbie Doll. "So, you wanted to see me?" he said, while twirling the doll around.
"Yes, and I thought a muggle restaurant would be an ideal place, so no wizard would see us." He pushed the bottle of chocolate milk towards Snape, and as his lips touched the rim, something happened.
The muggles all began dancing the Macarena, and the spoons started to wrestle each other. The ketchup packets lined up to dive into the deep fryer. All was mass chaos.
Then in came all the professors of Hogwarts, all wearing dresses made of Daily Prophet clippings. Following them were Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Draco, and Ginny. No one seemed surprised to see Snape; in fact, they each welcomed him with a hug and a pie in the face.
Quirrel's turban entered through the drive-thru window, and all action stopped abruptly. Everyone looked around at the muggles, as each one turned into a purple hippogriff. And suddenly, from the pile of sneezing green napkins, came Voldemort in a string bikini. Everyone started licking their feet at the sight of him. . . .
And Dobby awoke. "Ahh, if only it was more than a dream," he sighed.