Original Disclaimer:(This is a HP fan fiction made by me, and is in no way actually related to the actual HP storyline, because thats what fan fictions are. Thank you and have a sweel evening)

Secondary Disclaimer: That first disclaimer is original with this piece - written by Goliath, my dear friend for who I am now hosting this work of art.


Introduction

My name, as you might of guessed, is Professor Severus Snape, and I am the Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What you see here is perhaps the sole copy of, Ah Hem, certain unjustifiable events which occurred within my dungeons.

First off, where... How, this all started. Good fucking question if you ask me. I'd sure like to know what the Headmaster did with his head this time. Probably turned his brains to mush with a misfired spell, because if you ask me (which no-one does, the bastards), this is a bad idea.

What? Oh, just a little 'get together' in the dungeons. Though the other professors tend to, whats that word? Its annoying, childish... Hurm... Ah, yes, but of course, 'Giggle', when I call it that. They know something they aren't telling me...

Honestly, if it wasn't from the Headmaster, when I got the owl that said "Saturday, Dungeons, Midnight", I should of burnt it right then and there... Or better yet, grind it up and swap it for one of the student's potions ingredients so their potions explode in their face... Yes... That would have done very nicely, ESPECIALLY FOR POTTER! But it was from the headmaster himself, so I guess I should attend. After all, it is in the Dungeons, so I will be expected to play host. And if they don't expect it, fuck them, I'm doing it anyways.

Hmm... It is getting close to time, better go tidy up- What am I saying? Its the Dungeons! Better go add some, blood stains to the walls or something... snicker Yes... That will scare the pants off some of those panzy ass professors... snicker

Snape