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Severus Snape, Potions Master Extraordinaire , was about to change into his Animagus form for the first time.

-POOF-

He opened his eyes.

Wait….why is everything taller?

He hopped over to the wardrobe mirror.

I wonder if its true that your Animagus form really represents your personality? I hope so.

Hop.

Hop

Hop.

Hoppity-Hop-Hop-Hoppy-Hop-Hop.

Hop.

He peered into the mirror and then……

Oh MERLIN!!

His mind stopped working in the shadow of pure and utter shock that enveloped his thoughts and senses.

He wriggled and blinked furiously, trying to change back to his normal self. But he couldn't.

Albus will help me! He thought frantically.

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So….Many…..St…..Stairs……-Pant-….-Pant-

I swear to Merlin, if I get out of this I will never take long legs for granted ever again. Actually, I won't take legs for granted ever again. Or opposable thumbs. He groaned in remembrance.

"Awwwww…… Lookie there!" A Second Year HufflePuff girl dropped her book bag on the floor and knelt, picking him up.

"I think I'll keep you, Little Dude. YAY! Let's go back to the Common Room, then I'll show you to my friends."

Cursing his animagus's personality, Snape began to purr, and his long neon blue tongue went out to lick her cheek.

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"Where'd you find it?

I am not an it, thank you very much. You little 2nd year! 50 points from….Ohhh……! That feels go-o-o-ood!

The girl's friend was scratching his back in a most delightful spot, causing him temporary memory loss. Thus, no points were removed from the HufflePuff hourglass. Not that they would've been removed anyway, because puffskeins can't talk, or remove points.

She held him closer, up by her face.

On instinct, his tongue shot out and swept the inside of her nose, scooping out greenish boogies.

Mmm. Yummy! Wait what the Hell am I thinking??

"Well, Martha, I've simply can't imagine what a hot pink puffskein with purple polka dots was doing down in the dungeons! Maybe it's a new breed? We should check out Wheezes next summer."

"Maybe the Greaseball was experimenting on him." Martha growled darkly.

"Could be. You gonna keep him then?"

"Sure thing, of course! What do they eat anyway…?"

Snape was cuddled on a HufflePuff Second Year's lap, apparently her name was Martha, and was reluctantly finding himself happy to sit there, blink and munch on boogies and small bits of cauldron cake that the girls fed him.

Such is the irony. He grumbled inside his head.

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