Disclaimer: I don't anything in here except for maybe the toilet paper...but then again, I hope I'm not the only person who owns some....and Joe! I own him...I love Joe...
A/N- THANK YOU! I very much appreciated the reviews that you gave me and it meant a lot. All of you really made my day with those and I'm glad you enjoyed it. This is a sequel so anyone here who has not read the first of it "Snape and the Roll of Toilet Paper" would do well to go and read the other one first. Thank you again! :)



The halls of this new place were of crumpled plasterboard and everything was now white, a color Severus Snape didn't particularly like. He was not, however, put under lock and chain like every other loony in the place. Snape had gotten special privileges since Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts, put in a good word for him. Snape had gone through a terrible ordeal, and since his arrival at St. Mungo's, he realized that he had made a very large mistake. The proof was that there was still toiler paper on the bottom of his shoe. This meant only one thing, the rat he had killed and the incident that had put him in this unpleasant place, was in fact not Peter Pettigrew as he had previously thought.

"I should've just given Mrs. Norris the rat," Snape said aloud to himself. "Maybe then I wouldn't be here. I would be home, safe, in my dungeons."

"I have dungeons at home!" said an overly eager person with whom he was forced to converse with. This person who's name was Joe and he looked like a picked up bum from off the streets. He was one of those "loonies" mentioned earlier. "That's where I wrote those books! The ones the muggles are always buying! You know the ones about that bratty kid who finds out he's a wizard and then goes-"

"Yes, yes, yes, shut up, Joe, I'm trying to think!" Snape snapped at him.

"Now, Severus, that's no way to speak to your kin," said a voice from behind. Snape had the strangest feeling that he'd heard that voice and not so long ago either.
"That's right. You need to behave yourself if you ever want to get out of here." Snape turned around and saw the last person he ever expected to see here.

"Pettigrew!" Snape said, grinding his teeth together.

"Enjoying yourself? Lovely place, isn't it? A lot of the Dark Lord's traitorous followers ended up here. However, it was a nice turn of events that led you here; something sweet enough that even he didn't plan on this," Pettigrew said, clearly loving every moment of it.

Snape had to hold together every bit of will power he possessed to stop him from attacking him right then and there. This was the person responsible for putting him here, and he had to pay.

"You know, while I've been in here these last couple of weeks, I've had time to think and plan about what I might do once I found you. I lo and behold! I didn't have to find you. You found me, making my job that much easier," Snape said, vengefully.

"And I truly would love know what exactly you have planned that you could do here in St. Mungo's, especially since everyone here just thinks you're another crazy freak," Pettigrew said, starting to push the buttons on Snape's patience. "Besides, do you have the strength? I see that you still have...lingering problems." Pettigrew looked down at Snape's shoes and sniggered at the still present roll of toilet paper. "That should help you fit in that much more here."

"This is all your fault," Snape whispered, in his lowest and most deadly voice. "You-will-pay."

"And I'd like to see it, especially considering that you are not in possession of a wand!" Pettigrew gleefully noted to him. It was true; here they did not let anyone who had been committed get their hands on a wand. Snape quite agreed that none of these people should be allowed to use one, but him! He was in fact not crazy. He was the sanest person in here, including some of the staff (Snape made a mental note about this and decided to do something about it once he got out).

"Time to take your pills everyone!" shouted the nurse who sat behind a desk and distributed the daily dosage of pills. Snape had learned how to take these by sticking them under his tongue and discarding them the first chance he got.

"Sorry, but it's time I had my pills," Snape said, trying to sound as though he was actually enjoying their conversation. "If you'll just wait here, I'll be back after I've had my medicine, and then we can continue our little exchange in dialogue." Snape got up and started walking towards the desk where he would receive his pills. No one knew at this point what was actually going though Snape's head. A plan had evolved in these last couple minutes and Snape was going to go through with it. It had to be done.

"Here you go, Severus," the nurse said pleasantly.

"It's Professor Snape," he corrected irritably.

"Sure, sure, and you can call me Maid Marion, Professor," she shot back at him. Snape had a weird feeling like this was something said in another life, but he decided to disregard it. He took the pills, put them in his mouth so they would think he took them, and then walked away, spitting them back out. Before he got too far, he turned to his maniacal companion who had tried to convince him that he was a famous muggle author.

"Do you see these?" he said, showing the man called Joe the pills in his hand. "These are magical, and they'll get you out of here and back to the muggles where you can reclaim your fame and glory! All you have to do is a little something for me. You have to distract the nurse behind the desk so that I can sneak back there and get some more that I will of course share with you!"

"What do I have to do?" Joe asked, listening tentatively.

"Just do what you do best," replied Snape. "Be creative and reek havoc." Joe looked as if Christmas had come early for him. "And can I make a suggestion? There's a short balding man in there that hates any book and author from the muggle world. He was telling me how crazy he thought you were. Feel free to do something with him as well."

"Can I borrow some of that toilet paper?" Joe asked, looking at Snape's shoe.

You got it," Snape said, with a smile on his face which Joe returned.

Snape sneaked around a corner and waited to see what devilish idea this man was cooking up. He knew that Joe would not let him down- at least he hoped he wouldn't- this was his only chance to jump bail and get out of here. He waited for the signal. And he got it.

"JOE! What do you think you're doing?" the nurse at the desk screamed. Joe had definitely not let him down. He had taken the toilet paper, dipped it in water, and wrapped it all over Pettigrew and had somehow managed to paste him upside down to the wall. All of the other "loonies", as Snape liked to call them, were jumping about, trying to paste themselves with anything and everything they could get their hands on.

The nurse got up and went over to Pettigrew, trying to get him down. She was the only one there and was greatly outnumbered, not a good statistic for her where she was and what was going on. The "loonies" overpowered her, and pasted her on the wall, upside down, right next to Pettigrew. Snape walked up to them. He turned his head so he could look them in the face more properly. This also had an effect on him that made him think he was doing something from another life, but he again ignored it.

"Could someone who was insane plan something this sweet?" Snape looked at them with a cold smile. He knew of course, that there was no truth to what he had just said. Someone who was insane pulled it off all by himself (but with the help of his friends).

"Thank you very much, Joe," Snape said to the man. "I shall remember this." He averted his attention to the nurse on the wall. "I told you I was a Professor."

Snape walked very slowly, taking his time, to the desk where the nurse sat. He grabbed the keys that were lying on top of the desk (proving that this nurse was not very smart), and unlocked a drawer, which had a pile of wands lying in it. He grabbed his, and walked back over to the nurse and Pettigrew who were still pasted to the wall.

"Hope you have fun," Snape said. "I'll just let you two hang around here for a while." He walked away, chuckling at his own joke. That was considerably easy, he thought to himself. Now all I have to figure out is what to do now that I'm free.

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Thank you's-

Atheis and Aeris Gainsborough- Thank you! I actually understood what you wrote in the
review, and I'm only in German II!
Beauty-Queen1979 - You're great! Thank you very much for the compliment! Your encouragement has helped me go on in writing.
SakuraAngel- Harry can't be nice to Snape! At least not in this story. I'm trying to keep things a little in character, but I'm sure that'll change with time.
CalorSolChica- Thank you very much! I'm very glad that you liked it! I aim to please...
Veresna Ussep- You guessed exactly where he'd go. How many institute's do you think the wizarding world has....hmmm....well, we know Sev won't have a problem with running out of toilet paper in the bathroom.