Chapter 4

The Lucky Man with Clean Blond Hair

"Is that Snape!" Ron whispered loudly to his best friend, Harry Potter, who was on his right.

Harry looked up, and gaped. "I think it is!" he whispered back.

"What did that girl do to the man! And how!" he asked.

"No idea mate, but whatever it was she got him to dye his hair that's for sure."

"Well, at least its washed now too." Ron snickered, and they both burst out in stifled laughter.

Snape, who considered himself lucky, now had a very visible, thick, blond strike of hair in the front right of his black shoulder length hair, that was now silky and shiny and clean! Severus Snape had clean hair!

He was stopped a minute later by Professor McGonagall, who smiled confidently at him. "good to see Tiffy held back, Severus. You must feel lucky." She said.

"Trust me, I do." He chuckled. "Very, very lucky."

"I see. I hope you have good luck at the show by the way. Me and Albus were thinking about attending." She said.

"Really?" he asked, pleasantly. Pleasantly!? Who was this man and where was Professor Snape!

"Yes. Albus says that he has heard your music before and enjoys it. I am not too sure myself, from his description, but I hear you play a mean guitar solo!" she laughed.

"So I am told, although I am better with keyboard." He said, SMILING!!

"I can't wait. It's tomorrow?" Snape nodded. "Amazing. See you then I guess."

"Feel free to drop backstage after Minerva." Snape offered BRIGHTLY!!??

"Oh, I shall, I shall." She laughed.