Disclaimer: Just read the same one in the last 19 chapters. It hasn't changed, I still own nothing.

Gryffindor common room

"Alright Hermione, you have a lot to explain." Harry whispered into Hermione's ear.

Plastering an innocent look upon her face, Hermione turned towards one of her oldest friends, one that she had been blowing off a lot lately.

"Harry… I don't know what.."

"Save it." Harry cut her off in a scathing tone. Hermione knew she was in trouble now. Harry, grabbing her elbow, pulled her off to a quiet corner. "First, you're ignoring me and Ron. Then, you're late for class. Now Dobby has been asking questions about Grimmauld Place to Kreacher. Did you not think I would find out? Hermione, it's MY house! Of course I'd find out!"

At the ashamed look on her face, Harry changed his tone. "Look, Hermione, I'm sorry to come off so angry. But I wont back down this time. I want some answers."

"Alright Harry, I was going to tell you soon anyway, I had to warn you about something…" Hermione then told Harry about everything. Pranking Snape ("I knew you had something to do with that, Hermione!), becoming friends with the other girls ("Has Hell frozen over?"), and warning him to Hannah's prank.

Snape's room (right after Millicent's prank)

Damn Gryffindors! Damn students! DAMN EVERYONE! How could Minerva SAY what she did? How could she take a students side over mine and then reward that damn student for what she did. Oh yes, Snape KNEW Hermione did something. What, he didn't know, but he was starting to believe the students were trying to get him to crack.

'Just want another Lockhart' he thought to himself. Well, that WOULDN'T happen. He wouldn't let these damn children get to him. Well, a least, not anymore.

Three Hours later

'Damn kids… damn! How? He's supposed to be DEAD! I knew it! I KNEW IT! They're all in this. Every last damn one of them. Hell, Voldemort is probably in on it!' (How could he be afraid to say the name of someone so hell-bent on driving him mad?)

Reaching into his closet, he grabbed a suitcase and threw some clothes in it, all the while mumbling to himself. Storming from his chambers he made his way up the stairs.

'These damn kids haven't won. Oh no. Just because the "headmaster" (he thought with a sneer) is making me take a week off, oh no, they have NOT WON!'

Snape hadn't realized that the screamed that last part as he was storming through the entrance hall and out of the front doors. Half the student body heard him, but only nine understood why everything was happening to him.

Earlier that day

Already on edge from seeing red and gold everywhere, Severus Snape was making his way, very carefully to his potion classroom. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw sixth years. Snape couldn't help but think that at least it wasn't Gryffindors and his own Slytherins.

However, he didn't know, and would never know, that one of his Hufflepuff students (Hannah) was actually a Gryffindor. Yes, it was none other than our own Ginny Weasley so Hannah would be free for her 'prank'.

"Quiet! Get your ingredients, the directions are on the board." With a wave of his wand, words appeared on the black board, and his students jumped to their feet and got to work.

Stalking around the room, Snape would stop and sneer at some random students potion, before making a scathing remark, then going on his way. This was why he did not hear the dungeons classroom door open. He did however hear the gasp that went around the class. He straightened and glared at the closest student, and noticed the entire class was staring, wide-eyed, at someone standing inches behind him.

It was then he heard it. "Well hello, Snivillus." Right in his ear. Slowly he began to turn around.

'No, it can't be… he's dead. I'm just hearing things. No way.' He though. Apparently he turned around too slow, because by the time he made it all the way around, all he saw was a black cloak whipping out the door and just before Snape made it to the door, it had slammed in his face. In the mere seconds it too him to reopen the door, there was not a trace of anyone in sight.

He stormed into his class, only to find all his students still staring wide-eyed at the spot where the mystery guest had been standing.

"What do you all think you are doing? Is this, or is it NOT a CLASS? But yet, here you all are, just sitting around looking like idiots! DETENTION ALL OF YOU!" and with that, he whirled back through he door he had just entered. Just before the door closed, he shoved his head through the small space and growled out, "WELL? What are you all waiting for? Class dismiss-" He did not have a chance to finish this sentence for he never put his arm out to reach the door, which ended up slamming into his neck. With thoughts of embarrassment and disgust he left without another word. Whether he didn't say another word out of anger, or because of the door, even he doesn't know.

After leaving his potions class, Snape strode through the halls. He didn't really know where he was going until a couple hours later he found himself walking towards the headmasters office. He had had it. If the headmaster would do nothing, then he would take matters into his own hands, and be damned whatever Dumbledore had to say about it.

After barking out the password, Snape jumped onto the winding staircase and entered the headmasters office. Dumbledore was just sitting behind his desk with a cup of tea in his hand, and another piping hot mug, just for Severus, at the chair in front of his desk. After taking his seat, Snape opened his mouth to address the headmaster, but before he got one word out, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Severus, I know what this is about. I understand everything that is going on, and I also know who is involved and I also know why." Seeing Snape's mouth open to ask a question, the headmaster continued.

"No, I will not tell you who, or why. You will find that out before this year is through. But I will tell you right now, no punishment will befall these students. I know it is wrong and disrespectful, but in a way, it will do you good. As to this mass detention you just gave to your students, it is canceled, and I will speak to the 'problem' students. Well, only a problem in your mind. I'm very sorry to be so cross, but, as I always say, I believe this for the greater good."

"I knew it!" Snape slammed down his mug of tea and screamed in the headmasters face. "As soon as I found out it really WAS you who made me watch those creatures on our field tip (Yes, tip, for he still couldn't remember it was a field trip), I knew you would do nothing to stop this. I don't care if you think it good for me, there is no right for a student to disrespect a teacher like this in front of other students! ALBUS are you the headmaster of this school, or those little MORONS?"

At this last word, Dumbledore was on his feet and red in the face. "You will never speak of a student like that to me, or any other person in this school ever again. I am sorry if this seems harsh, but now I truly believe you do deserve this. You are taking a week off, and no Severus it is not a suggestion. You will return to your quarters and pack a bag. And we will all see you again in another week."

With that the headmaster motioned towards the exit, and the fuming Snape rose from his seat and stomped from the room. It was there at the foot of the stairs that he ran into the person who had visited his classroom earlier in the day. Not believing his eyes, he began to approach the person, but before he got within ten feet of him the mystery-man took off towards the great hall.

Never realizing that it was now dinner time and the entire population of Hogwarts was in the great hall, he burst through the doors screaming, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS! I DON'T KNOW HOW…" but he trailed off. He had heard hundreds of breaths being taken, then as one, everyone in the great hall screamed.

Looking around, Snape realized that they didn't scream because he chased Sirius Black into the hall, but because every student, and teacher, were the spitting image of the same person he had just chased into this very room.

Snape stood, rooted to the spot, while his eyes roamed over the great hall. Everywhere he looked, there he was. Black at the Gryffindor table wearing red, at the Ravenclaw table wearing blue, the Hufflepuff table in yellow, and yes, he even saw Sirius Black sitting at the Slytherin table in green. He was even seated in all the chairs at the head table.

As soon as he felt his eyes begin to twitch, Snape spun around and headed for his chambers to pack.

"DAMN YOU BLACK!" He screamed once before leaving.

Never knowing that only he, Dumbledore and nine students would remember any of this in the morning, he cursed everything and anything he could think of.

A/N: Once again, sorry for the wait. And yes, before you tell me, I know that Dumbledore is so OOC in this story that it isn't funny… well, I mean I hope its funny… but you know what I mean. So yea. Also, just to clear things up. This takes place in Hermione's 7th year, Cho is in HER 7th year as well, and the first few chapters of HBP happened. Basically that Harry owns Grimmauld Place, but Dumbledore is alive. Also, I am running dry with ideas here, I think this chapter is good proof of that. So, if you have any good ideas, send 'em my way. The best one just might end up in my story.

So, as always please r&r! Hope you enjoy!