Disclaimer: All of these characters belong to JK Rowling, although I am working on obtaining the rights to the Snape family ;) ... not gonna happen I think :'(

Author's note:

Ok... so I've finally updated! w00t. Now, to let you know, most of the recent updates are NOT my own. I just happen to have posted my chapters here and they have very kindly given me the permission to lump everything together as one story for the convienience of both you as the reader and them as buisy college students. Not to say that I'm not also I just...well, whatever, they are all here, and allow me to credit them in turn!

All of Quirrel's parts are by the wonderful TAE!

All of Snapes parts are written by dear Goliath,

Please read also creamsoda1382 's account according to Albus Dumbledore! It's well worth the trip over to her fanfiction site as Dumbledore is the brains behind this operation and has a lot of insite as to whats going on ;)

her story's id is: 2041371 I can't post a link for some reason though.

Also, this is so far fetched compared to what I normally write, and may be seen as a pathetic attempt at humor, but it sure was fun!


PRELUDE

I know I am anti-social. It is within my very being to be as aloof and unseen as the fates themselves.

I know also that the other teachers don't give a damn whether or not I am involved in any of their little functions ...not that they ever really had any little functions before...but yes, I can say that I, Sibyl Trelawney have never even been to a quidditch match much less any mysterious rendezvous in the dungeons. Besides, I really have no desire or need to participate in any kind of get-together... ESPECIALLY one to be held in Snape's territory...I could wake up in the morning with some terrible affliction that only that spellbinding vampire could have devised...undoubtedly with a few pints of blood missing...

...of course, I would have seen this coming, which is yet another reason for me to stay safely aloof in my own tower.

...spellbinding meant in the literal, magical sense of the word that is...

Besides, no one really likes me anyway...they're all jealous that I can tell the future and they can't, but then, when they actually come asking for my expertise, I get laughed at and scorned upon and, and, and

sigh

How do I know that that's what the teachers think of me? Do you doubt me as well? ... Allow me to point out that if I told them that what these little "journals" of Albus's REALLY are, I would be laughed out of Hogwarts. Yes, I am entirely aware that you are reading this. It is unclear whether you are one, or dozens, or hundreds of lost or bored souls, but I can still see you...reading these words as I write them...laughing at my seclusion and my under appreciation, questioning my word choice by perverting those that I write...telling me to go to the dungeons at midnight...

another sigh

Well, as this calls for desperate measures; there is only one instrument in my art that has the power and foresight enough to tell me whether I should go or not, excuse me while I consult the orb on this matter...

"All signs point to yes"

Then the matter is sealed, the fates wish me to go, so I shall do as the fates desire. Even if they desire me to wake up in the morning a victim of a vampire's malevolent obsession with poisons...

Perhaps I should take a page out of Quirrel's book and bring along a strand of garlic...