Snape and Dumbledore
Snape sat on a stool beside his personal potion maker. The Dark Lord had requested the Fire Water potion. Anyone who drank it would be burned from the inside. It was a very long, very painful way to die. The potion would be fine on it's own for a few hours. He left his lab and wandered about the house aimlessly. Well, I say house. A family of twenty could get lost and never be seen again. Of course, a big house though it was, there were many rooms and hidden passage ways that wouldn't fit if it weren't for a few handy expanding and concealing spells.
Snape wandered into the library and glanced through a few books, but nothing really held his interest. "Maybe I'll go see Sarah," he muttered. Sarah was a muggle, one of his neighbours, and, in his opinion, one of the very few likable muggles in the world. Yes, Snape lived in a muggle neighbourhood. Quite a nice area, quite posh, but, unfortunatly, still a muggle area. There was a knock on the door. Snape grumbled, but went to see who it was anyway. He opened the door and just stared. "Merciful Heavens."
"Hello Severus," came the cheerful response. There, standing on his doorstep, with the entire world to see, was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore clad in the most disgusting pink t-shirt and sky blue trousers, complete with large fuzzy rain-bow coloured bobble hat Snape had ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. Behind the man were eight trunks floating by his head.
Snape blinked slowly. "Headmaster," he growled, "what are you doing here?"
"I'm moving in!" Dumbledore declared happily.
"Merlin, no. Why?"
"Well, the Minister, finally accepting that Voldemort has indeed returned, has decided that it's not safe for me at my home anymore."
"Albus, you are more than capable of handling yourself."
"Yes, I know. The idiot is trying to convince the public to keep him in power next election."
Snape desperately tried to make him go away. "But…but…why can't you stay at Hogwarts?"
"We've got a pixy infestation. So, I'm all yours for the summer!" Dumbledore barged past Snape, the luggage following.
"No. Please no," Snape muttered.
"I say, Severus, you could do with brightening the place up a bit. Set me just conjure some flowers…"
Snape watched in horror as Dumbledore turned his beautiful dark green walls a revolting yellow, his deep crimson carpet baby blue, and his lovely dark leather chairs white. WHITE!
"Please no," Snape muttered again, feeling like crying. "Aller, Christ, Buddha, Diana, Merrik, Odin…please make him go away."
"There, that's better," Dumbledore remarked, clearly very pleased with himself. "Now, where's my room?"
Snape wordlessly pointed up the stairs.
"Wonderful!" Dumbledore clapped. He turned to his floating trunks. "Come along boys." With that, he went happily up the stairs, practically skipping.
Snape watched him go, trying desperately to get his head around this new turn of events. "Wait…boys? Does the insane old bat actually name his luggage?" Snape looked once more at what the bastard had done to his beautiful home. "This is all like some horrible dream…"