HI! I'm new at this, so be nice to me. I don't own anything or anyone, I'm not making any money, off of this story or anything else in the world, but hey, who's complaining?

So... Here it goes: Chapter One, or Big Metal Birds:

Severus slouched in a corner, watching the entirety of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry make complete and utter fools of themselves.

His eyes followed different people; Minerva, as she flirted shamelessly with Remus, and Black, as he watched her do it. Dumbledore, as he moved randomly on the dance floor, what did he call it again? Getting "Jiggy with it."

He spied Trelawny, sitting in the corner, probably the only one at the party who felt as horrible as he did, although she only felt that way because her many predictions of Potter's untimely death had been proved untrue.

Speaking of the Boy Who Still Lives, where was he? Snape looked around until he spotted a mop of flaming red hair, sure that Potter would be near. Unfortunately, Weasley was alone with Granger in a far corner, down on one knee. Oh well that's just dandy, Severus thought, a whole other layer of weasleys on the mound that is their existence. Mound? Dear God. Oh well.

He glanced around a while more, searching for those annoyingly familiar green eyes and that ghastly hair. At least his isn't weighted down to his skull with a pound of grease a day, Severus, he thought. Leave me alone. Right. I'm going insane. Marvelous.

The boy's absence was unnerving him, so he decided to get him into trouble. I mean look for him. Yes , he went to look for him.

To his surprise, Severus found him rather easily. He was outside, in the garden, looking up at the sky with searching eyes.

"Looking for the meaning of life Potter?"

"Hm? No. Thought I saw something is all."

"Like what?" Severus asked sharply, looking around suspiciously.

"Like a plane, jeez, calm down." Potter looked at him annoyedly, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.

"A plane?"

"You know, a big metal bird?" He answered slowly, waving his arms up and down as though explaining something to a confused three-year-old.

"Shut up, Potter."

"Well you asked." Potter said irritably.

"You should get back inside, Potter, before people come looking for you."

"So, you don't count as 'people'?"

"No, Potter, I count as a 'person' maybe someday someone will explain the difference to you, but now, you should go in-"A loud crash interrupted his reply, which was soon followed by a cloud of pink smoke. "What the-? Potter, get behind me!"

He shoved the boy behind him with one hand and raised his wand with the other. Listening attentively for any clue that could tell him the whereabouts of whoever or whatever had just crash landed in the gardens of Hogwarts.

Okay, That's the first chapter, please review.