I was sooo mad at Snape and Rowling at the end of HBP, that I had to get my revenge. Please enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Harry Potter and the Revenge Of The Fans

By: Claire C. Griffon

At around midnight, there was a knock on the door at Spinner's End. Growling softly at being awoken, Snape got up off of his bed and trudged over to the door. He didn't even bother to get his wand. After all, who but someone serving the Dark Lord would be here so late at night?

A shock greeted him when he opened the door. Standing in the alleyway in front of his house were at least 5o muggles. "What are you doing here?" he demanded to know of them.

Their leader stepped up to him and said, "You might want to come with us."

"Why would I do that?" Snape shot at her.

"Because otherwise I'll do something nasty.

Snape laughed inwardly. What in Merlin's name can a bunch of teenage muggles do to me, he thought. So he followed the muggles into the night.

When they stopped again, Snape found himself in the middle of a forest clearing. The leader mumbled something, and the clearing was immediatly awash with light. "What is the meaning of this!" Snape yelled at them. "You're muggles! You can't do magic! And how the hell do you know my name? You aren't supposed to know that we exist!"

"See, there's where you're lost Snape," the leader told him. "We know you exist and about the whole war that's going on right now. In fact, you'd be hard pressed to find a muggle anywhere in the world that hasn't heard of Hogwarts."

"How?" Snape hissed out.

The leader smiled evily. It reminded Snape of the smirk Malfoy sometimes wore. "There's a whole series of books out there about this world. Every single muggle in the world has head of your betrayal, you traitor."

"So? You can't do a thing to stop me, or the Dark Lord."

"Maybe not alone, but together, we can."

"We?We who?"

"We fans,"came the reply from the hundreds of muggles who had converged since the discussion had started.

"And me," came the voice of Sirius Black as he stepped out from the shadows.

"What?H...how? You're dead. Lestrange killed yoou last year."

"But the Fans have kept me alive through all of the stories that they write." Black declared.

Suddenly, it dawned upon Snape exactly what the Fans had brought him here to do. He started to run through the forest, but didn't get more than a few yards before he tripped over a tree root that hadn't been there a few moments before.

Snape looked back over his shoulder and saw that the fans and Black were gaining on him. And one of the fans had a pen and paper. They were writing what was happening to the world around him. They were controlling him! No man controlled Severus Snape. The least of which were muggles.

He started to run again, only to be brought down again. This time though, it was by a Devil's Snare that had been written into the world. Struggling to get free, it didn't occur to Snape to sto struggling until it was too late. And by that time he was already dead.

The leader turned to the army of fans- for that's what it was- behind her and spoke. "Shall we go torture Rowling for Dumbledore dieing next?" Her suggestion was met with roars of agreement (espically from Sirius), and the group started to travel to Edinburg, Scotland, where Rowling lived.