Disclaimer: I don't own Snape or the Slitherin tower. G. K. Rowling does. Yada yada yada…

Auther's Note: I wrote this cause I always wanted to read it, but no one wrote it.

Rating: There is no need for one.

Gender: Snapefic/humor. Though I really don't think that the poor man deserves it.

White

Snape's dark-brown, deep and penetrating eyes slowly flickered open. The morning sun's light was shining bright, even through the dark drapes of his bedroom. He groaned and got out of bed. Running his fingers through his long greasy hair, he made his way to the bathroom wearing a black beater and baggy flannel pants.

He opened the sink drawer and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. The toothpaste cap was stuck again, and Snape had to use strength, that he didn't have in the morning, to twist it open. "Finally," he whispered, only half annoyed, to himself. He squeezed a small glob of it on his toothbrush, wetted it in the sink and started brushing.

It was then that his eyes, at last, met the mirror with a horrified stare. Severus Snape turned his head quickly to the left and spit all the toothpaste out of his mouth, bewildered.

White. WHITE!!! His hair had turned completely White.

"White?" He spoke softly under his breath, unable to raise his voice over a whisper. His toothbrush fell face down on the floor, unbeknownst by a disturbed Professor Snape.

How could this possibly be? How had he not notest this before? Was it a prank? Way did this have to happen to him, and today of all days? All these thoughts flew through his mind within seconds. And

Snape screamed…long, loud and hard. Not had a death-curtailing scream that terrifying been heard from the Slitherin tower in over a century. Every single Slitherin in the place jumped out of bed, baffled at the horrible noise.

Snape on the other hand, collapsed to the floor in shock, not able to comprehend what he'd just seen. "Why?" He moped.

~THE END~