I don't own anything! Some AVPM/S references, made by Team Starkid, and HP belongs to J.K. Rowling!
"Yearbooks! Come get your-HEY!"
Professor Flitwick was currently being knocked over in the frenzy of Hogwarts students that wanted to receive the first annual yearbook. Colin Creevey had suggested the idea to Dumbledore one day, and much to the dismay of certain professors, he approved it. So Colin, set as the Head of Yearbook Commitee, had created the book.
Harry fought his way out of the storm back to Ron and Hermione, who were sitting at a desk, safe from the crowd. Harry placed the book on the table and flipped to the pages that had their Quidditch teams, smiling at the camera.
"Wow, Malfoy still looks like a ferrety git, even in pictures-"
"Ron!"
"Well, he does...Oh look, Harry, your picture is flicking him off, isn't that lovely.."
Harry smiled. Hermione just rolled her eyes and turned to the pages that had all the student photographs.
"WHAT? WHAT IS THIS!"
"What?"
"THEY SPELLED MY NAME WRONG!"
"You have to admit, Hermione is kinda difficult. Like, like, Parvati! It took me forever to spell her name, and yours, well, if anybody where to put your name in a heart, they would need a pretty big heart, not that I would, but-"
"Is my hair really that bushy?"
"You remind me of Boo Radley, Hermione, let's just say that," Ron muttered. She gave him an annoyed look, and pointed towards Harry's picture.
"Even in pictures, he's flirting with Cho Chang, really Harry? Apparently your photo can't control his emotions like you can-"
"Whatever, I wanna see the teachers!" Ron blurted.
"Snape can't even smile for pictures? He's such a...a...-" Harry couldn't find the word.
"Butt trumpet?" Ron supplied.
"Yeah."
"McGonagall keeps turning into a cat, geez, you can see Dumbledore twinkle through the photo, weird-"
"Pff, all you can see is the top part of Flitwick, I actually think he's part Hobbit, seriously-"
"RON!"
"What? Anyways, on to the superlative pages!" Ron turned the pages to the awards.
"Hermione, you're credited as the 'Overachiever,'" Harry told her, barely stifling a laugh. Hermione glowed with pride.
"Fred and George are class clowns, guess nobody could pick one..."
"Oh look," Hermione pointed out. Ron's eyes widened.
"Snape. Oh my G.."
"What?" Harry asked.
"He's, he's-"
Meanwhile in the Teacher's Lounge...
A group of Professors (specifically McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Sprout) were laughing loudly at the yearbook placed on the table. Severus Snape strode in, his black cloak billowing behind him. The adults turned around and continued giggling and chuckling at him. He turned around.
"What are you looking at?" he snapped.
"Your Superlatives picture," McGonagall choked out. Sprout took the book and shoved it in Snape's face, Snape quickly colouring when he saw it.
There was him, in prison clothes, underneath saying:
Most Likely to Become America's Most Wanted.