When Harry arrived in Snape's dungeon he remembered how cold it got down there, and cursed himself for not bringing his Weasley jumper. He wrapped his knuckles against the hard wooden door and waited for Snape to answer. When he did, Harry wished he could have waited a little longer. Snape was wearing a purple sequined jumpsuit and bright green platform shoes. "Come in my child" he almost whispered. "What the hell?" Harry thought as he crossed the threshold of the small room, Snape was acting really normal!

"Sit Potter" commanded Snape, so Harry took a chair in front of his desk and sat down. "Potter, what I am about to tell you must never leave this room, is that clear?" "Yes Professor." "Good. This whole business of 'Search for a Supermodel', when I heard that you were entering I must admit I became somewhat excited." He turned to look at Harry. "Potter, when I was just a little older than you, I was a supermodel, but I didn't make it." He paused for a little, and sighed. "I have been thinking these last few days, and I believe that if I can lead you to victory, then maybe I will be freed of the demons that have haunted me for the past 17 years."

Harry was shocked, Snape had been a super model? I'm sorry, but this needed proof. "How can I be sure you're telling the truth?" Harry said sceptically, "how can I know if you really were a supermodel, and you're not just trying to trick me into doing something stupid?"

"Ah, you have a point" admitted Snape "well I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to see this then." He pulled a picture frame out of his desk drawer and looked at its contents for a few moments, then turned it to face Harry. Harry's jaw dropped, staring back at him was one of the most gorgeous 18 year olds he had ever seen. Long black hair swept back over one shoulder, flowing over a black turtle neck and down to loose fitting black leather pants, slung low on slim hips. He looked at the face again, it was most definitely Snape, just not.Snape. It was Snape with lowered eyelids covered in shimmering black eye shadow. It was Snape wearing black lipstick, a crucifix, and spiked wristbands.

Harry coughed and handed the photo back across the desk. "Why didn't you make it? He asked quietly, almost sympathetically. "Oh, just a little someone called Kathrynmort, that's all." "Oh," said Harry, "I see." Well, there was really no need to go any further was there? Everyone knew the story. "Ok, I'll do this for you" said Harry, "but you don't tell me what to do, I'll just work harder than I was going to, I can only do my best, I hope that's enough to get me through to the end."

Snape smiled, a rare occurrence "thank you Harry" "Bye Professor," Harry said as he walked out the door.