Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world does not now or ever will belong to me, it's all J.K. Rowling's.

WARNINGS: Yes, there is SLASH! The best kind! - Sirius/Remus. Oh and Sirius is freed/alive along with James, Lily and Dumbledore. Savvy? Life's too short to keep a closed mind.

Summary: Short, little segments of daily life in Potter-Land. (Spoilers abound!)

Harry Potter and What Really Goes Down

Chapter 1 – What Would You Do-oo-oo For A Snickers Bar?

Severus Snape was currently rummaging around his pockets for seventy-five cents to put into the vending machine which would in turn give him the Snickers Bar he was craving.

"Oh, come on," Severus sighed frustrated-ly. "I know I have money. I don't jingle for no reason."

Just then, the cheerful nature of the bowling alley (Don't ask.) went suddenly dark and dreary and full of despair. The Muggles, noticed and looked around a bit of course, but other than that did not care. They were far to into bowling. Severus, however, paid no heed of acknowledgment whatsoever and continued searching his pockets for seventy-five cents.

"Ah-ha! A quarter!" Severus exclaimed upon finding his first of three quarters.

The cold, hard feeling of despair came closer and closer towards Severus. It was so horrid that as the shadow of black passed, the lights went out only to leave the bowling alley in pitch black except for where it was currently walking up behind Severus. It was now right behind Severus annnd -

"Hi, Voldemort."

"Oh. How'd you know it was me?"

"Who else gives off the feeling of despair and makes the lights go out while walking past them?"

"Eh.. Good point."

"So.. What do you want?" Severus asked while successfully finding another quarter and then continuing to search for the final one.

"Well, now that you are out of Hogwarts.. I was wondering.." Voldemort got down on one knee and pulled a small black box out of his robe pocket.

Severus' eyes widened in horror.

"Will you.. Will you.. Join my legion of Death Eaters?" Voldemort then proceeded to open the small black box which showed to have a stick-on tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.

"What's in it for me?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," Voldemort shrugged, standing up once again. "Power, money, that warm, fuzzy feeling you get while attacking the weaker."

"Eh. I could do that on my own if I really had the desire."

"But, you see, if you join the Death Eaters you have others like yourself to socialize with. And I even planned a vacation for the club to Hawaii at the end of this month!"

"Who else joined?"

Voldemort pulled out his electronic organizer. "Let's see. Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, my ex-girlfriend - Sarah, Malfoy, the Lestrange's and I even tried to get the Weasley's. Molly just ended up throwing soapy pots and pans at me. I had to run like hell because, wow, that woman has good aim."

"You have an electronic organizer?"

"Hey, you have to organized if you want to take over the world."

"I see."

"Oh, come on, man! You know you want to join," Voldemort said waving the stick-on tattoo in front of Severus' face.

"Fine. Lend me a quarter and you've got a deal."

"Deal."

And so on that day, Severus Snape got his Snickers Bar and Voldemort got a new Death Eater.

"Real nice way to end that entry in your diary, Voldemort."

"I thought so."