I don't own Harry Potter. The Muggles and Sarah, I own, unless you recognize the name from Harry Potter. I also created a few students and teachers for my pleasure to give myself something to work with.

A/N: Bold lettering in this chapter is Snape's voice, while Italics is Sarah's, and both is both together. I own nothing of Harry Potter, or Disney. Oh, and italics will also emphasize something if it's not Sarah singing.

Snape and the other Hogwarts staff stared in shock at the radio's announcement. He went outside, not wanting to hear how she died, and began walking the streets of Spinner's End. He walked the streets for what seemed like years before finally someone urged him to get back inside before he caught his death.

Severus did the only thing he could to relieve his stress when it doesn't come to Potions' making – he didn't feel like doing so today, knowing his magic would be so insane that it would cause the elements to all go haywire. So, he did the only other option he could think of: Kareoke. He, however, made sure that it was him, and only him, that was singing. The others were startled by it, but they watched in awe as he began singing.

As soon as he was finished, he sighed before apparating immediately to the Ministry of Magic, a fleeting whim on his mind. If he could just get to Kingsley!

"Severus," Kingsley said appalled, "What's wrong?"

"She's not dead," Severus said quickly, "The Denning girl. I think she's in hiding so that her parents and the Muggles think she's dead so she'll be free. If you'll recall, I did something similar at the end of the war while waiting for my freedom verdict…"

"Yes, I was thinking that as well, but nobody would take the offer," Kingsley said sadly, "Would you look for her, Severus? You've got a cunning mind and excellent abilities as a spy. You could find her easily. The only problem is that the others released the Trace on her wand just after hearing she was dead on the Muggle Radio."

"Thank you, Kingsley," Severus said relieved, "If I don't find her in a week, then we can assume it's her. Is this suitable?"

"Yes," Kingsley said, and Severus smiled before apparating back out to Spinner's End.

SDSDSDSDSD(Sarah PoV)SDSDSDSDSD

This has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever seen. They're burying a body that is supposed to be me! It seems weird, but I think the trace on my wand is gone. This was weird – I cast a silent notice-me-not charm, and was appalled when a letter didn't swoop down. Looks like I'm a free witch one hundred percent all the way, baby! Now all I needed to do was buy a firebolt and be free as a bird!

"We will miss you," my brothers sobbed as the people lowered "My" coffin into the ground. Wow, this was so sad and funny at the same time!

I couldn't help but think of the man who kept me sane throughout all my problems at Hogwarts, as well as the thoughts of returning to keeping me sane in the asylum that thought I was a walking nut house. I should know better than anyone what crazy is – my mom's a few bricks short of a load, a few fries short of a Happy Meal, and – my favorite analogy – a few ingredients short of an operating potion. I missed him dearly, but by sending him an owl I'd reveal myself to my parents, who were still clinging so very desperately to the hope that I'd faked my death. Which was right, but the world didn't need to know yet.

I smiled softly, missing my favorite head of house and Marauder. I wanted to sing a song to pass the time, so I decided to test out my voice and sing my feelings to him, wherever he may have been. I softly sang "I will Always Return Reprise" to test it, and my voice was working perfectly as I thought of my Potions Professor.

After a few hours, I noticed someone else coming towards my freshly dug grave. This person was dressed in all black, but could it be? No, it surely couldn't! but it was! My Prince had come for me! I vaguely heard him singing, and I realized he was singing sound the bugle from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. I smiled, knowing that if he was singing this, I had a chance to comfort him and let him know I was alright. I waited for the part where, in the movie, Spirit had seen the snow form his herd.

This was the ultimate prank, I realized, and it had had dire consequences that had almost killed the man I loved so dearly. I covered myself in water, willing it to become snow. When he began singing 'There's a voice that calls', I began walking towards him, breathing in and hoping my voice would work properly this time.

HPHPHPHP (End Sarah PoV) HPHPHPHP

"Well, this is bad," Harry announced to the staff room, "There's an extremely slim possibility that Sarah's alive, but we can't use the trace to find her since it's been removed from her wand, meaning that she's probably cast anti-detection spells by now. Any ideas?"

"Get Severus out in the open," Hermione said with a shrug, "It's obvious by their heartbeats that they desperately love each other to no end."

"Thirty Galleons says they'll start snogging as soon as they recognize each other," Harry bet, and the others stared at him. "What?"

"I'll take that bet," Luna said mystically, "I think they'll kiss a couple times, then be content with hugging in relief."

"You're on, Luna," Harry said with a maniacal twinkle in his eyes that rivaled that of Dumbledore.

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Snape approached Sarah's grave mere hours after her funeral, one hundred percent alone, and close to the time that the cemetery would be closing. The other teachers had since abandoned him and his desire to prove that Sarah was in hiding as he'd been, as she'd have come forward to the Ministry before now. They also brought up the fact that if she was truly alive, she'd be returning to Hogwarts in time, and to leave her be until then. If she wanted solitude, then so be it, they wouldn't deny it to her, even though the fact that Snape was giving up his own solitude to look for a missing-presumed-dead student was disturbing to them, since he, too, liked his solitude. He felt more alone then than ever before. It had been a week since her death had been announced, and he was due at the Ministry soon.

"I miss you," he whispered. "I don't know how, but you fixed me. I've gotten over Lily, now. Please, Tipsy… stop this prank… please…just once more I want to see your smiling face…"

'I will always…always return,' he could have sworn he heard in the distance.

"Yes, you always did have a way to return to me, you little hooligan," he whispered as he knelt down in front of the grave. "I know it's not much of a good-bye if you are truly dead, but… I remember how much you liked singing and Disney movies…"

'Then sing for me,' he thought, recalling that that was what she would have said. Hesitating for only a moment, he began to sing in a soft baritone, voicing everything he could through one song that came to mind about someone who had given up so easily.

Sound the Bugle Now.

Play it just for me.

As the seasons change, remember how I used to be.

Now I can't go on.

I can't even start.

I've got nothing left; Just an empty heart.

I'm a soldier, wounded so I must give up the fight.

There's nothing more for me.

Lead me away.

Leave me lying here.

Teardrops began falling, and he was glad the other teachers weren't here to see him crying over his most prized student. If they'd seen him now, they'd be mocking him for years to come, even if she was loved by them all. Ron especially wouldn't let him live it down. He didn't care – she understood him best.

Sound the bugle now.

Tell them I don't care.

There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere.

Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark.

Lay right down the side, not to go on.

Then from on high, somewhere in the distance,

There's a voice that calls "Remember who you are.

If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow.

So be strong tonight.

Remember who you are."

Severus stood in shock as a snowman calmly walked towards him as he stared at it in shock. Sarah's voice could be heard, but he knew it may very well have been a projection by an unseen enemy or a recording that someone put on. But as the voice kept singing 'be strong tonight', the snowman touched Severus' cheek like one would a lover, and he couldn't help but shiver as the snowman brought its lips to his. He gasped in shock as the snow melted to reveal a dirty, but very much alive, witch that he was mourning over. She pulled away, smiling, and continued the song.

Yeah, you're a soldier now!

Fighting in a battle!

To be free what's more!

Yeah, that's worth fighting for!

"Sarah," he whispered, "Sarah, is that really you?"

"Yes, it's me," she said calmly, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Sorry I had to take it to this extreme to escape from my parents. I can't believe they bought the fake corpse I planted…"

She was cut off by him hugging her tightly, burying his nose in her hair to drink in her rich scent longingly with adoration that she'd come up with something so elaborate that it would make the whole world think she was dead. He had done it, but not of his own accord or planning. He held her close since he didn't want to lose her if this was just a dream, or a hallucination from the cold that he detested so very much. He didn't even care for the fact that he had to hunt past the horrible stench of the sewers to find her scent faint, but only that it was there.

"Please, come home," he whispered without realizing it.

"I am home," she told him, breaking away to look into his relieved eyes to show him that she was just as relieved to find him as he was her. "And better yet, the trace is gone."

"Then allow me to let the magical world know that you are very much alive so that we can get you back into the Marauders," he said hugging her again. She put her ear against his chest, listening to his firm heartbeat. "I don't want to lose you again."

"And you won't," she promised, "if I have to sleep with you to prove it, I will. My parents won't get their grubby hands on me again – I made sure of that when I faked my death and led you guys on with clues that I was still alive."

"I noticed that," he said quietly, "the note was extremely well coded for a spy to take note of since it would count as suicide and escape. And drowning that corpse, which was well played out; that baffled everyone since they all know that you're a wonderful swimmer. We should have known that. But how did you alter the dental work?"

"Accidental magic, and it wasn't easy," she confessed, "It took me a few hours to get the teeth alone, not even including all the feces and urine all over it and all in the body. Nobody would have been for the wiser except you. Out of everyone I know you're the only one who picked up on my clues and began trying to follow me. Thank you. It's good to know that someone cares about me."

"I don't care about you," he said softly, and her stomach dropped to the bottom of the world.

As you can see, Snape singing is something that would probably scare the crap out of anyone and everyone. I imagine he would have a nice baritone or tenor if he were a singer, but he may or may not have had the time to practice this during the wars and since the Marauders would torment him for it.

I know this puts him extremely OOC now, but please remember when the story is set and why I have Snape the way he is. Wouldn't you get lonely after being rejected by the love of your life and then being rejected by everyone else in the world your entire life? I know I'd settle for anyone I could if I were our snarky Potions Master.

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