Snape, Dumbledore, etc belong to JK Rowling. You know That.
Thanks, besnaped! I might use that idea as well... We'll see.

Ch.3
Severus Snape listened as the, automobile, stopped making that whirring noise and rocked back
and forth twice. He looked out the window to see what is an average sized, normal home. (For muggles
that is) He looked at the door and found the handle right away, to his relief. he got out like a prince
and walked up to the door. The house was white with red shutters. Hmph. Red. He about turned them
green when he remembered that he didn't have his wand any more.
"Here were are. Come in, come in! Don't worry about your shoes!" He wasn't about to. They were
clean. Besides, they made him feel safe. The house smelled strongly of peppermint and mustard. There
was an odd black box with a rounded glass on one side, and several knobs. There were only two book
shelves in this room, as compared to the 6 in Snape's office and quarters. another odd, roundish box was
sitting on a shelf with buttons and knobs, along with cardboard boxes reading things such as,'Wizard of Oz'
and, 'Galaxy Quest.' perhaps they were some odd kind of book. There were many other curious, or, odd,
black boxes of the sort. The woman scurried out again, this time with a teenage boy. He was wearing black
robes, but had blue hair in 2 large spikes on his head. there were numerous piercings on his nose, ear,
and eyebrows. he was wearing eye make up. (He could be described as gothic to a muggle)
"This is Charles. Charles, say hello to our guest. Charles..." Charles blinked, then mirraculously spoke.
"Hello. I like your robes. where did you get them?" He asked, obviously thinking Snape was one from
his type of cult, or whatever he belonged to.
"Er, it's out of town." Said Snape simply. "Where did you get those, ah, lovely metal hooks on your face?"
"Huh?" Charles said intelligently. "Bed, Charles." That woman said in a high voice. "Come, Severus..."
She said, beckoning for him to follow her. He followed reluctantly, simply wanting to sleep, or, do something
that he was used to, even if these muggles were fascin- curious. The woman had led him into her bright
yellow kitchen and was scurrying about like a house elf.
"Hungry?" She asked.
"No." he said, though he was very hungry. He could just conjur up someth- or not. Without a wand he
was pretty helpless. It was one of those things that you don't realize how much you use it until it's gone.
"Would you like me to show you to your room?" The woman asked, suddenly right next to him. He jumped
for about the 10th time that day. He nodded.
"Please." he said tiredly. She led the way out of the kitchen and through the, other room, to a set of stairs.
She climbed quickly up the stairs, having used these stairs for years. Snape took walked up them a bit slowly,
not used to the narrow and steep steps. He stumbled on several of them. She went right into a dark
hallway painted green. Muggles sure use some unique colors. She beckoned to a door at the end of the
narrow (everything seems to be narrow in this house doesn't it?) hallway, smiling broadly.
"I hope your little visit will be comfortable here. If you want any food, it's in the pantry." He nodded and
gave a brief smile. She scurried off, apparently late for something. Snape opened the door cautiously, as
though expecting a dragon to be nesting inside. Fortuantely, there wasn't. Also fortunately, the colors of the
room were of dark green like the hallway. He dropped onto the bed, and surprisingly, (to himself at least)
he fell right asleep.