Albus Dumbledore stood outside the flying glass elevator in the Puppet Hospital, waiting for Severus. Violet Beauregarde had been taken to the Juicing Room once again, so the Headmaster was alone, and jumped slightly when he heard a small ding. Wonka exited the elevator.

"Where is Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

"The tour is over. I assume he returned home," Wonka explained with an awkward chuckle, "I'm just tying up some loose ends."

Wonka pulled a small object out of his pocket. It took a few seconds for the brilliant wizard to realize this was a human being.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Dumbledore asked, "what in heaven's name are you doing here?"

"The Minister has been stalking you for a few weeks," Shacklebolt explained, "and was looking for an excuse to arrest you."

"Why did you not tell me of this earlier?" Dumbledore asked, but then his eyes rose in realization, "you've been spying on me for him, haven't you?"

"I am sorry, Albus -"

"How many people know about the Order of the Phoenix?" Dumbledore roared.

"Only the Minister and Umbridge."

"What's the Order of the Phoenix?" Wonka asked curiously.

Dumbledore looked weary. "Never you mind. Kingsley, I'm afraid that I cannot allow you to leave this factory with your memory fully intact."

"Albus -" Kngsley pleaded.

Dumbledore raised his wand. "Obliviate!"

Kingsley Shacklebolt instantly lost his memories.

"Now," Dumbledore faced Wonka, "I have a proposition to make..."

Professor Severus Snape, the potion's master, was back at Hogwarts. Great, back to the brats and idiots. Just what he needed.

Severus was in his office reading the Pollyjuice essay's he assigned. Potter, Weasley and Granger had passed. Surprisingly, so had Neville Longbottom. Severus suspected Granger helped him cheat. But Severus had no proof, and reluctantly gave the cowardly Herbologist a "O." The rest of the students had done poorly

Severus wondered how long it be until Wonka contacted him. Or prehaps he was no longer interested in having Severus at his factory. Severus wouldn't blame the man if that were true; certainly nobody else cared about him. Why should Wonka be any different?

"Severus?" Albus Dumbledore, the only friend Severus had on this earth, entered the potion's room. "Why aren't you in the Great Hall? Breakfast is nearly ready."

"I'm grading papers," Severus answered.

"Didn't you once tell me you hated grading?" Dumbledore recalled with amusement, "let us go to the Great Hall. You have much to discover."

Severus eyebrows rose in curiosity as he walked to the Great Hall with the Headmaster. Severus stomach sank at the sight before him. The teachers were sitting at the High Table, like usual, but there was a new person there. A man with a top hat, odd-shaped goggles and an eccentric hairstyle, waved at Severus and Dumbledore. Severus swore he had to be dreaming.

"Attention, students," Dumbledore announced, "I present to you our new Muggle Studies teacher. Professor Willy Wonka!"

And Hogwarts was never the same.