A/N: Sorry for not updating in so long. I will have no new fanfiction, but I will try to finish some of my old fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Potter Puppet Pals.
It had all started innocently enough, Snape had been making a potion under Voldemort's supervision, when Voldemort accidentally knocked a ingredient in, the potion exploded, and when the smoke cleared, they were gone.
Snape looked at himself and wondered what mess up could've caused this… this catastrophe.
He had no legs, or fingers for that matter… he was now a simply drawn, animated handpuppet, of course he didn't know it was animated, but you get the idea.
There came the sound of bullets from the next room of the weird animated puppet stage, he spent a moment attempting to figure out how to move, and then went off towards there, and nearly choked.
There stood a handpuppet version of his three most hated students, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, standing over a dead Puppet Version of Voldemort.
"What's going on here?" Snape demanded.
"Snape! You're alive!" The Puppet Potter asked.
"So it would seem," Snape said cluelessly.
"We love you Snape!" the Puppet Weasley said in a highpitched voice. The three children crowded over to him and hugged him awkwardly with their puppet arms.
"What? Hey! Hey! Hey, quit that! Oh you kids, I love you too, now please get off me."
"No." Puppet Weasley said brightly.