"You're kidding me" said Snape
"I'm am most certainly not" answered Dumbledore
Snape scowled and stormed to the other side of the dungeon.
"Fine then I will go and get a silver bat tongue myself if your house elves won't"
"But it's too dangerous to go alone Snape, just wait till professor Lupin gets back"
"I can't wait that long, my heart is already slowing, I can feel it"
The next day Snape had got all of things together: his rucksack, clothes, potions, water, food, wand and shelter and was on a plane to the Amazon. He then began his trek deep into the heart of the jungle to find the yeast caves of mount boon. Only there can he find the silver bats and with them a tongue for his potion of muscle, so that his heart won't crumble. He should not have gone alone but there was no time to spare. As he got off the train his old friend John buy was waiting for him at the station. He would take him to the caves.
When they got out their hunting lodge the next morning they went to have tea on the lawn. When Snape got their, he found John slumped in his chair with a 3 metre long spear stuck in his chest. He could the blood pouring out from his chest, staini9ng the white chair and the green grass. Snape drew his wand sprinted beside John and crouched down, poised for an attack. Something moved in the trees running it was. "Avada cadbra" shouted Snape. The brilliant green whip-like spell shot out into the trees hitting the moving creature. It fell like lead pipe. But it was only a bird. It probably got scared when the person who killed John showed up. Now relaxed Snape clutched john as if trying to keep his soul from escaping the lifeless and destroyed body.
The next morning Snape decided it was time to move on and start his journey into the jungle alone. The jungle air was moist and thick, the kind sickly sweet smell you get when you go under a damp tree on a hot day. Still tightly clutching his wand Snape made his way very slowly deeper into the jungle, being startled at every sound. Even the wind was getting freighting. After about four hours Snape had already killed at least ten creatures of some shape or form. Snape heard a hissing behind him. He was too quick, he jerked. And then. At that moment. A hideous and vile viper reeled up. And bit him. He fell. Darkness surrounded him. Then he was gone.