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J. K. dropped her cup.
Lightning flashed again, and we caught a glimpse of the nine malevolent faces on the doorstep.
"DRAKIE!" Gumlick cried in rapture, running up to the door and kissing a very pissed-off looking Draco.
"What the H***?" he muttered, shoving her to the ground. She got up, rubbing her cheek and gazing at Draco fondly.
"Hermione?" I asked blankly. "What are YOU doing here?"
Hemione stared right back. "Pardon me, but, aren't you guys Muggles? What are you guys doing here with Snape?" she asked.
J. K. had slowly started pushing Snape toward the bathroom. Seamus noticed.
"Hey, where do you think you're going with Snape, lady?" he bellowed, raising his wand.
"SHUT UP, I CREATED YOU!" J. K. screamed.
"She's mental, that one," Seamus whispered to Dean and Neville.
"Who're you calling mental?" J. K. thundered. "You blew up so many times in the movie--"
Fred, George, and Lee sniggered.
"HEY!" Seamus shouted. "That wasn't me, that was some twit who got paid to play me!" He waved his wand. "EXPELLIARMUS!"
J. K. flew into the air and slammed against the wall.
"NO ONE TREATS THE CREATOR OF SNAPE LIKE THAT!" Megan cried. She jumped on Seamus and began hitting him with all her might. A gigantic fight broke out—student against Snape-lover—and the wands lay forgotten. I was taking on Lee.
"So—how'd you get involved?" I asked, punching him.
"Fred and George," he replied simply, punching me back. "And why are you with Snape?" he asked, kicking me. Then he snickered. "'Cause you think he's hot?"
"TAKE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE, TARANTULA BOY!" I screamed, knocking him to the floor. "Snape didn't HAVE to save Harry's life in his first year, did he?" I asked, jumping on his back. Lee groaned. "DID HE?!" I demanded.
"Ugh—er—no," Lee gave in.
"So killing him only makes it even? RIGHT?!" I jumped on him again.
"Urgh—oohhhh—yes."
I got off og him, and noticed the little battle had stopped. Everyone was staring at me.
Fred said softly, "I never thought of it that way before."
George looked thoughtful. "That almost made Snape sound normal."
His fellow Gryffindors stared.
"Emphasis on the 'almost'," George said quickly.
The Gryffindors all looked at the floor guiltily. And then—
"Where's Draco?" Megan asked.
Everyone spun around.
"There he is," said Les, pointing. He was standing outside the bathroom, speaking softly through the door. Everyone joined him, and Draco looked up sadly. Neville approached the door cautiously. "Professor Snape?" he asked timidly.
"Longbottom?" Snape replied softly from the other side of the door.
"We—we're sorry," said Dean, gulping.
"And we want you to come back," Seamus said. He didn't sound very certain, though. He obviously didn't want to start fighting again; he already had one black eye and a bloody knee. There was a long silence. Snape was probably too shocked to speak. Then the door opened and Snape stepped out.
"PROFESSOR!" Draco cried, hugging him. His normally stone-cold eyes were dancing with happiness.
"Yes, it's—nice—to see you too, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said awkwardly, patting him on the head. He wrinkled his nose ever-so slightly. Draco broke off, beaming up at his Potions Master.
J. K. broke the reunion. She walked into the hall where we were gathered, accompanied by none other than Dumbledore.
"Look who dropped by," she grinned.
"Hullo, Severus," said Dumbledore softly.
Snape hung his head, his usually pale face a flaming scarlet.
"This means Azkaban, you know," he continued, peering at Snape from over his half-moon glasses sadly. Everyone gasped.
"B—but--!"
"You CAN'T--!"
"Don't take him, I won't let you--!"
"I'll be alerting my father!" Draco thundered.
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, well, I always knew Severus would win in the end—he always had a way with people." Dumbledore winked at Snape, who went redder. We Snape fans giggled. The students looked disgusted.
"Besides," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "you might turn us in. That would really be a disaster—everyone thinks we're fictional."
Snape snorted.
"Yes—your principal just laughed when I told her who I was. She thought I was some bloke named Alan Rickman."
Us Snape fans sighed at the name.
"Now," said Snape, getting down to business, "if I go back to Hogwarts, I insist on the Dark Arts job."
"That can be arranged," Dumbledore agreed, "since there've only been substitutes this year. Everyone still thinks the job is jinxed. So, yes, Severus, you may have the job."
Then Snape did something he hadn't done in a long time—he smiled. It all happened so quickly, Dumbledore clapped his hands three times, and he, Snape, and his students disappeared with a POP. The remainder of us stared at the place where Snape had once stood.
"Well," was all J. K. could say.
Megan started to cry. "Snape's gone!" she moaned.
"I know," I said softly, in a daze, "but at least we got to meet him."
The End
J. K. dropped her cup.
Lightning flashed again, and we caught a glimpse of the nine malevolent faces on the doorstep.
"DRAKIE!" Gumlick cried in rapture, running up to the door and kissing a very pissed-off looking Draco.
"What the H***?" he muttered, shoving her to the ground. She got up, rubbing her cheek and gazing at Draco fondly.
"Hermione?" I asked blankly. "What are YOU doing here?"
Hemione stared right back. "Pardon me, but, aren't you guys Muggles? What are you guys doing here with Snape?" she asked.
J. K. had slowly started pushing Snape toward the bathroom. Seamus noticed.
"Hey, where do you think you're going with Snape, lady?" he bellowed, raising his wand.
"SHUT UP, I CREATED YOU!" J. K. screamed.
"She's mental, that one," Seamus whispered to Dean and Neville.
"Who're you calling mental?" J. K. thundered. "You blew up so many times in the movie--"
Fred, George, and Lee sniggered.
"HEY!" Seamus shouted. "That wasn't me, that was some twit who got paid to play me!" He waved his wand. "EXPELLIARMUS!"
J. K. flew into the air and slammed against the wall.
"NO ONE TREATS THE CREATOR OF SNAPE LIKE THAT!" Megan cried. She jumped on Seamus and began hitting him with all her might. A gigantic fight broke out—student against Snape-lover—and the wands lay forgotten. I was taking on Lee.
"So—how'd you get involved?" I asked, punching him.
"Fred and George," he replied simply, punching me back. "And why are you with Snape?" he asked, kicking me. Then he snickered. "'Cause you think he's hot?"
"TAKE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE, TARANTULA BOY!" I screamed, knocking him to the floor. "Snape didn't HAVE to save Harry's life in his first year, did he?" I asked, jumping on his back. Lee groaned. "DID HE?!" I demanded.
"Ugh—er—no," Lee gave in.
"So killing him only makes it even? RIGHT?!" I jumped on him again.
"Urgh—oohhhh—yes."
I got off og him, and noticed the little battle had stopped. Everyone was staring at me.
Fred said softly, "I never thought of it that way before."
George looked thoughtful. "That almost made Snape sound normal."
His fellow Gryffindors stared.
"Emphasis on the 'almost'," George said quickly.
The Gryffindors all looked at the floor guiltily. And then—
"Where's Draco?" Megan asked.
Everyone spun around.
"There he is," said Les, pointing. He was standing outside the bathroom, speaking softly through the door. Everyone joined him, and Draco looked up sadly. Neville approached the door cautiously. "Professor Snape?" he asked timidly.
"Longbottom?" Snape replied softly from the other side of the door.
"We—we're sorry," said Dean, gulping.
"And we want you to come back," Seamus said. He didn't sound very certain, though. He obviously didn't want to start fighting again; he already had one black eye and a bloody knee. There was a long silence. Snape was probably too shocked to speak. Then the door opened and Snape stepped out.
"PROFESSOR!" Draco cried, hugging him. His normally stone-cold eyes were dancing with happiness.
"Yes, it's—nice—to see you too, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said awkwardly, patting him on the head. He wrinkled his nose ever-so slightly. Draco broke off, beaming up at his Potions Master.
J. K. broke the reunion. She walked into the hall where we were gathered, accompanied by none other than Dumbledore.
"Look who dropped by," she grinned.
"Hullo, Severus," said Dumbledore softly.
Snape hung his head, his usually pale face a flaming scarlet.
"This means Azkaban, you know," he continued, peering at Snape from over his half-moon glasses sadly. Everyone gasped.
"B—but--!"
"You CAN'T--!"
"Don't take him, I won't let you--!"
"I'll be alerting my father!" Draco thundered.
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, well, I always knew Severus would win in the end—he always had a way with people." Dumbledore winked at Snape, who went redder. We Snape fans giggled. The students looked disgusted.
"Besides," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "you might turn us in. That would really be a disaster—everyone thinks we're fictional."
Snape snorted.
"Yes—your principal just laughed when I told her who I was. She thought I was some bloke named Alan Rickman."
Us Snape fans sighed at the name.
"Now," said Snape, getting down to business, "if I go back to Hogwarts, I insist on the Dark Arts job."
"That can be arranged," Dumbledore agreed, "since there've only been substitutes this year. Everyone still thinks the job is jinxed. So, yes, Severus, you may have the job."
Then Snape did something he hadn't done in a long time—he smiled. It all happened so quickly, Dumbledore clapped his hands three times, and he, Snape, and his students disappeared with a POP. The remainder of us stared at the place where Snape had once stood.
"Well," was all J. K. could say.
Megan started to cry. "Snape's gone!" she moaned.
"I know," I said softly, in a daze, "but at least we got to meet him."
The End