Arthur Weasley gasped and stared at the old witch. "H-He's DEAD?!" he stammered. She nodded slowly and then turned and hobbled back into her house.

Arthur kneeled next to Severus Snape, the teacher who had saved his life only a few moments before. He lay on the ground, his face chalk white. Tiny beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, and his wrist lay exposed on the ground. The flesh was sliced widely, tiny drops of blood adding to the huge smear of red on his arm.

Arthur's face was nearly as white now. He was scared and suddenly forlorn. Had he not been here, had he not owed his life to the man, he would not have cared so much. But he was alive because of Snape, how could he just walk away?

With a firm determination on his face, Arthur gathered up the lifeless body in his arms and apparated home. He placed Snape's dead body on his kitchen table. Looking at the clock, he saw that most of his family was at home.

Must be in other rooms, he thought. He tried to yell for them, but all that came out was a squeak. He cleared his throat and yelled

"Everyone in the kitchen, now!".

He turned his head to a scream. His youngest child and only daughter, Ginny, had walked in. She stared in horror at her teachers body on the table. Soon the others had gathered around, all of them screaming in turn. They stood by the wall in a huddle. The only ones missing were Bill and Charlie, away for work. Ron took one step into the room and his eyes got very wide. He glanced back and forth nervously.

"D-Dad… what the heck is going on?!" He asked. He walked over to his father and looked at his professor, dead on his kitchen table.

"Your teacher saved me." Arthur said. His face was slowly turning back to it's original color. "And to set off the deatheaters he cut himself, so they would think he was attacked, I suppose. But he was bleeding, a… a lot. And now…" Arthur reached over and showed them the ugly gash on Snape's wrist. They gasped in unison, and Ron flushed red. "But… but… but that's SNAPE, dad!" He seemed to be confused and disturbed at what was going on. How could Snape, his supremely evil teacher, save his own father from the deatheaters? It didn't make sense! At least, not to Ron.

"That makes no difference, Ron. He saved me, and now he's dead. I didn't know what to do so I brought him here."

"You thought we would know what to do?" Percy said. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates, or so it seemed.

"You all knew him. The ministry has a super-secret project going on of ways to bring prematurely killed wizards and witches back to life. It has something to do with personalities."

"Should-shouldn't you ask the ministry about this, Dad?" Fred asked, poking Snape's face gently with his index finger.

"Don't do that, Fred!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, slapping his hand away.

"I agree. Stop that now, Weasley, or I will be sure to give you a detention."

They all spun around, hearing the familiar cold voice echoing in their kitchen. Seeing nothing, they spun back to look at the body. It was still there, nothing had changed.

"What just happened? I could have sworn I just heard Snape talk!" George yelped, glancing around.

"You did." The voice said again. They turned and saw a glowing orb floating in the doorway. It darted over, hovering over Snape's body.

"Look what's happened! You killed me!" the voice seemed to be emanating from the orb.

"Is that a ghost? It doesn't look anything like the ghosts at school!" Ginny said. She reached out and tried to grab the orb, but her hand went right through it.

"Hey! Stop that, little girl!" the orb, Snape, said, and it landed on the bodies chest, every so often it quivered.

"Are you okay Professor?" Arthur asked tentatively.

"Of course I'm not okay! Do I look okay to you? I'm DEAD for Christ's sake!" Snape shouted!

"Dad, I think you should get Dumbledore!" Ginny said.

Sure enough, in a few hours, Dumbledore was there.