"Bloody hell!" Ron looked as though he was about to die of shock...or suicide,"D'you think we should tell someone?"
"Like who? Hermione? Oh, yeah, that'd be an easy conversation to
have," Harry said, sarcastically," "Hey, Hermione. Ron and I
just wanted to let you know that Professor Snape is in love with you and has
gross fantasies about you.""
"Professor McGonagall, then?" Ron
suggested, and then his eyes lit up, "Dumbledore! We could finally get
Snape sacked! No one wants a greasy perv with too much time on his hands
teaching their children in a dungeon!"
"But how're going to prove it?"
"We've got the diary! What other proof do we
need? I mean, the thing basically says "Fire me! I'm a dirty
pedophile!""
"But then we'll have to explain how we got the diary in the first place,
and I don't think two students who supposedly stole from a teacher are exactly
trustworthy in the first place."
"Well, once we show Dumbledore the evidence, he'll fire Snape, thank us
and no one'll even ask us how we got the diary, as long as there was proof and
the culprit was caught! I mean, you know how Dumbledore is!"
"Well, yeah...but..."
"But what?"
"Maybe we should wait a bit...maybe he's just trying to tric-"
"You're right!"
"I am?"
"We could use it as blackmail on Snape!"
"No, that's not what-"
"Anonymously, of course...I mean, direct blackmail could get us
expelled...but still...maybe we could get him to give Gryffindor all those
points he took away back! Or maybe we could get him the yell at Malfoy for
once! Or better yet expelled!"
"Hm...maybe just to yell at Malfoy...we can't ask too much or be to
obvious...I mean, he already knows how much we hate Malfoy..."
And so Harry and Ron talked well into the night, plotting ways of getting their
much longed-for revenge on Snape and the Slytherin House.
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*The ending's kinda sad, so you can tweak it up a bit! I'll ttyl!*