Harry Potter lay on the ground of the Hogwart's grounds, knowing he was about to die. He'd known it all along really, that he'd never be able to kill Voldemort, that the wizarding world expected too much of him. He watched as Voldemort came towards him, a triumphant gleam in his snake like eyes. He had his wand pointed at Harry. He spoke the death curse,

"Adavra Kedavra!"

And Harry closed his eyes, waiting for the life to whoosh out of him. But it didn't. He opened his eyes again, cautiously, and what he saw there almost made him laugh. Voldemort, the most feared wizard of his time, was standing on one leg, leaning backwards with his arms flapping about. It looked like a bad rendition of the chicken dance. In all his flapping arm movements, the Dark Lord Voldemort had managed to turn his wand on himself

He had cursed himself. He was dead. It was over! Harry jumped up off the ground and rushed over to Dumbledore. Wondering if this was all a dream.

"Dumbledore, sir, it's Voldemort, he's dead!"

"What did you say Potter?" Harry was taken aback for a second; Dumbledore never called him "Potter" in that tone. He'd sounded just like McGonnogall.

Harry, though, didn't have time to dwell on it, because he was being picked up from behind, by the waist. "You did it Harry! I knew you would!" Harry almost died of shock.

"Snape?!?" But he looked so friendly, so unthreatening, so like he wanted to give Harry a big fat kiss.

"Harry, it's Professor Snape to you." But that voice didn't belong to the person who would normally correct him like that. It was Ron.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?"

"What are you talking about Harry? You know you shouldn't be calling Professor Snape just plain Snape. That is disrespectful."

"It's ok Ron I don't mind," Snape said. "Actually, if you want, you can just call me Severus."

"That's ok," Ron said. "I prefer Professor Snape."

"Very well, Ron. Harry if you like, you can call me Severus."

Harry's mind was spinning. What in Merlin's name was going on? Ron's acting like Hermoine, Snape wants to be called Severus, and even Dumbledore is acting weird. Before Harry really had time to think all this through, a snake slithered its way towards him. "I've killed him Harry Potter. I killed the incompetent fool for you. I am now in your care"

It was Nangini, the most loyal pet in town. She'd killed her master? "How's that?" Harry asked confused.

"I made him trip. Then with my tail, I made sure his wand point toward him instead of you."

"Why would you do that?" Harry was really confused now.

"I couldn't stand the bungler. He was always getting people to milk me. He would always try to feed me people, when I preferred to eat small furry animals. I couldn't take it anymore. So I saw my chance and took it."

Harry was having real difficulty now. Sirius was walking towards them, his cloaks swishing behind him. He reminded Harry remarkably of Snape.

"Really, Harry, we just got rid of one Dark Lord, we don't need people to think you've stepped into his boots so quickly." Harry was stunned. That wasn't Sirius. He would never do ANYTHING to hurt Harry like that. Harry had to find out what was going on. Before it was time to go home with the mini Snape.

"Harry! He's dead! We're free. Bloody good going mate." And Hermione, book worm, proper Hermione, slapped Harry on the back.

"Aaahh, yeah, umm, thanks, Hermione. But I didn't do anything, it was the snake."

"Honestly Harry." Ron said, rolling his eyes and smiling a know it all smile that Harry seemed to recognise. "No need to be modest, now is there?"

Snape clapped his hands in delight, and grinned at every group member in turn. Harry was the only one who seemed to find this strange.

"Who's for drinks at the Three Broomsticks?"

"Oh now, really, Severus, do you think that's appropriate?" That uncertain voice did not belong to Albus Dumbledore. It had, however, come out of his mouth.

"Come now Albus, there is much to celebrate!" And Professor McGonnogall grinned, and her eyes twinkled.

"Potter and I will be going home, thank you."

"Come now, Sirius, surely you can make time for one little drink."

"No thank you, Severus, I'm afraid I have a lot more important things to do with my time." Hermione spoke up then.

"You don't have to make Harry miss out on all the fun just cause you don't want to come." Ron was startled out of his socks, literally.

"Hermione, that's no way speak to a grown up! Honestly." And he tutted!

Harry could do nothing but look around in bewilderment.

He only had a month of school left, and there was no way he was going home with Sirius acting this way. He had to think of something, but what? Everybody seemed to be out of their mind. Just then, Hagrid came running up to Harry. "Something terrible has happened," he said out of breath.

Oh good Harry thought. Maybe Hagrid knows what is going on. "Hi Hagrid. What is it? Do you know what's going on here?"

"I sure do," said Hagrid. "I predict that Harry Potter will be killed by the dark lord, in just one hour. So it is imperative that you get out of here now before he comes."

"Not you too, Hagrid?" Harry didn't know what to do. Why is everybody acting like somebody else? Will this ever end?