Disclaimer: I am JK Rowling and I own everything written on this page! NOT! Did I fool you? Hmm...I guess I'll just have to try harder next time. And the mushrooms belong to whoever created "The Tenth Kingdom". The only thing I think I own in this story is the stick Snape uses that turns out not to be a stick, no, that's Sev's...you'll just have to read to find out!

A/N: I'm sorry! There is absolutely no excuse for my absence of updating this story. I've just been lazy with is horrible because I love this story so much. Now, on with the show!





Snape wandered through a heavily forested area, trying to figure out what his next move would be. He had to be subtle. Once anyone found out about the over-powerment at St. Mungo's, the entire wizarding world would be out looking for him.

"How do I prove that I am NOT crazy?" Snape asked himself. He walked along, pondering all the factors that lied within his problem. Nothing but intense thought about his situation ran in and out of his head. In fact, he was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice a follower creep up behind him. He didn't notice anything until...

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" Snape managed to let out before he thumped against the mossy dirt ground. He got up, spit the dirt out of his mouth, and looked around for the reason of his falling. Nothing.

"What the?" Snape said aloud. There was no sign of anyone, not even of the follower that Snape had no knowledge of yet. He decided that he must've tripped on a loose tree root, yes, that must be it. The toilet paper still attached to the bottom of his shoe had gotten caught (for this must've been the heavy-duty toilet paper) and caused him to fall.

He continued on, almost hiking through the thickness, when it occurred to him. Why don't I apparate? he thought to himself. He tried, but found he couldn't.

"Of course, how much luck could I count on," Snape said annoyingly. This forest was the separating barrier between the mental institution and the rest of the world. It was only expected that it would be magically secured, like that of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. He trudged along, the roll of toilet paper still lingering off the bottom of his shoe, dragging along behind him.

As he walked along, he heard a faint song...where could it be coming from? He followed the musical tune for a few yards where stumbled upon a sight that he never thought he would see. Lying before him, was a patch of mushrooms! But they were no ordinary mushrooms; they were the singing mushrooms! What odd sort of devilry is this, Snape thought to himself.

"Hey, you should drink some swamp water! It'll take you right the beanstalk and back," said one of the mushrooms to Snape.

"There is no swamp water around here, and this is not a swamp," replied Snape, looking rather confused.

"How about stuffed mushrooms?" said the head mushroom. "We really know how to make you feel good inside," said another.

"Okay, I'm officially freaked out now," declared Snape. "I think I'll just keep walking..." and so he did, leaving the possessed mushrooms behind him.

Some odd hours past, with Snape beginning to get a little paranoid. He'd heard many strange and curious noises behind him, including the continuing but growing steadily more faint singing of the possessed mushrooms. But when he turned on his heel, like he did to make his dramatic exits at Hogwarts for which he was famous for, there was nothing to be seen. The questions that had been going through his mind were now laid at rest, for he was far to busy being paranoid to think clearly. No, you mustn't think like that, he told himself. Having schizophrenia paranoia is what put you here in the first place. This forest doesn't end, he thought. I'll be trapped here forever with the continuous following of noises that are out to get me! He hurried along a little faster this time, thinking that if he didn't, then perhaps the mushrooms would catch up and get him

Once again, there was the whooshing sound of air flying by his head when his face became acquainted with the ground for a second time. Snape felt his leg being shaken and whatever had a hold of him was not letting go. He turned to face his assailant.

Standing before him, was a gigantic, black dog who just growled at him. This dog looks oddly familiar, he thought. Snape began to slowly back up, but didn't get too far. The black dog grabbed the toilet paper up in his mouth and dragged Snape back. Snape went to get his wand, which he found had fallen out of his robes and onto the ground. Unfortunately for Snape, he did not know that his wand was on the ground. Snape had to think fast. He was backed up against a tree, having been cornered by the dog, when he heard something from behind him.

"Ho! Hoom! What's is the going on's about?"

"Who said that? asked Snape. The dog too had stopped growling and looked around curiously.

"It is I, Treebeard the Ent, and you look like Orc-folk!" came the tree's reply.

"Umm...I think you might have the wrong story..." said Snape.

"Oh, is this not Fangorn Forest?" asked the Ent known as Treebeard.

"Nooooo...., this is neither that nor a swamp."

"Oh, well, never mind then."

Snape looked at the dog, shrugged his shoulders, and continued to try and get away from the growling again dog.

He waited for the dog to pounce on him, when he saw a "stick" lying on the ground. Snape grabbed the "stick" and held it up dauntingly to show the dog.

"Here boy," Snape said, though I'm not sure exactly how he knew this dog was a boy. Snape whistled at him. "Go get the stick, go on, go get it boy!" Snape threw the "stick" and the dog went after it. "That's right, you dumb, stupid mutt. You leave me alone-" Snape stopped dead when he realized what the "stick" actually was. He was horrified to see that he had foolishly thrown his own wand for the black dog to fetch. The dog trotted over to it, picked it up in his mouth, and growled, but not in a threatening way. He had a wand.

"Nice doggy, good doggy, you wouldn't hurt little old Severus now, would you?" Snape pleaded with the black dog. The following bearing of the dog's teeth told Snape that the dog would in fact hurt little old Severus. But Snape soon found out that that it was not the dog that would hurt him. It was someone much more dangerous, someone he hated....

The gigantic, black dog transformed into the body of none other than the convicted criminal, and rival Gryffindor for that matter, Sirius Black.






DUN DUN DUN! Was that a cliffhanger or what??? I will try my best to update this story soon, and not wait two months like I just did.

Thank you's-
Beauty-Queen1979: Thank you for proof reading it for me, even though that was months ago...I must learn not to procrastinate...
Atheis and Aeris Gainsborough: Wie geht's? I don't like German II all that much. Joe was a character I made up based on JK Rowling!
SakuraAngel: Yes! I am the Master Of Severus Snape!
Veresna Ussep: I never doubted that you appreciated them! Thanks for not being annoyed by my e-mailing you and telling you I updated!
Crimson Flame: No problem on the fic reviewing! Anytime you review something of mine and I'd be glad to review anything of yours! That applies to everyone!
Lost in the Forest: He's crazy sexy! *hugs Snape plushie that you threw to me*