Disclaimer: I'm saving money, so couldn't afford to bribe Severus to stay in my bedroom. Alas, he is not mine.
A/N: This is just a fun little bit of randomness, spun from a line in a fic I wrote for the Stain Challenge on the grangersnape100 community (livejournal).
When the Dark Lord was defeated by Potter, the few remaining Death Eaters had spirited away the few remains…a few scraps of his robes and a broken and charred wand, complete with a gristly scorched hand still clinging tightly.
Like he'd been the finest of generals, a martyr to be praised and revered, they had erected a memorial in his honor, a gaudy ostentatious thing, deep in the heart of the Forbidden Forrest.
They'd miscalculated slightly, though…
When putting up the wards around the monument, whomever set them (he'd put his money on Goyle) designed them to let anyone possessing a Dark Mark through.
It was somewhat understandable, he supposed. As far as they knew, he was dead. And their carelessness allowed him to do something he'd wanted to do for twenty years.
He surveyed his surroundings carefully, making sure that there was nobody around; only the chirping of the birds broke the silence. He set silencing and notice-me-not charms on the clearing.
Then he let a wicked grin stretch across his face as he stepped onto the freshly turned earth.
The birds continued to sing as Severus Snape danced on Voldemort's grave.
A/N: There we have it! Feel free to drop me a review; they make me gleeful!!!