A/N: So, I do hope that nobody takes it upon themselves to murder me, set my house on fire, and leave strange formations of assorted Tupperware™ products around my corpse in a ritualistic fashion if they hate this or feel that I am bashing the company/death eaters in general/He Who Must Not Be Named (or his many other names)/Snape. For one, my mother used to sell this cheerily coloured plastic things, and it was through attending those parties all across Durham county that I could create hundreds of surprisingly pleasing (to me, at least) pieces of artwork. Also, I think Death Eaters are rad…bitchy, but rad, and considering how Snape and Voldy are/were/kinda sorta almost not really pretend to exist as Death Eaters or Evil Overlordz®…I'm almost obliged to like them.

For the record, and as my last little moment of blah (too long already, I know, but I'm a rambler), I must mention that I believe Snape is good...not that it matters, anyway, as we're due to find out where that all lies in less than 3 days. momentary fainting

Disclaimer: No characters or products are my creation. This is not to say we have no Tupperware in our house…

Prologue: The Echoes of Transgression

That moment of dread. That nasty sinking feeling. That knowledge, memory, vision. Severus Snape stood, leaned over the wooden barrier of the bridge, gazing down at the river that wound its way through Spinner's End, filled with rage and self-loathing. He was filled with grief over the despicable act, the heinous crime that he himself had committed, that he himself had committed to. What a fool he had been, he thought, to not push further and further, to not try harder to convince the old fool that death was far better than betrayal… He contemplated this, as he had for those many hours, and was barely shaken from his reverie when his left arm throbbed, not in its usual way, but rather…oddly. He leered down on it, this mark that was glowing in patches and almost vibrating in a sense. Honestly, this confused him as the Dark Lord never did a sloppy job with things…or at least that was the view he had until a greatly suspicious looking owl clad in a miniature standard Death Eater cloak swooped down onto his shoulder, scroll clutched in its lacquer black claws.

As the bird flew off, he unrolled the parchment. Over the face were miscellaneous stains; most were indistinguishable but from what he could tell, there were rings of dragon's blood, firewhiskey and thick gelatinous gloop which he assumed to be the remains of a polyjuice potion. He groaned, trying his best to ignore the blotches, and read what the scroll had to say.

Dear Beloved Followers:

The Dark Lord eagerly invites you all to his

Tupperware™ Party!

In honour of esteemed high Death Eater and murder most supreme of Albus Percy Something Something Dumbledore,

Severus Tobias Snape
(also a dab hand and potions making)

You are free to bring whatever you want with you, no Mudbloods or Blood Traitors.

It's sure to be a laugh, so pop on in!

If you don't attend, I'll kill you and all the people you care about!

The Riddle House
9pm – Bedtime

I hope to see you there!

Tom

Severus crumpled the paper up in his hand and dropped it into the water. He pinched the bridge of his nose, breathed hard, and straightened himself up. Brushing down his robes, he headed away from Spinner's End silently, wandering just far enough that it was safe to apparate. He raised his eyes to the bitter, dark night, and muttered something inaudibly before disappearing from the spot.

A/N: Sorry, yes, I know its short and doesn't make up for authors not part 1, but it is only a quick intro…to set the scene and such. More soon. Please R&R, give suggestions, product names….whatever….