Chapter three
Over the next several months many others from Harry Potter universe showed up. Leonard stopped being shocked when Voldemort himself stopped by for his birthday party.
August 31:
Snape was in a really pissed off mood. Every teacher was gone. Even Voldemort was gone. Noone had seen or heard from any of them. The new school term was supposed to start tomorrow. Can't do that with Dumbledore, Minerva and all of the teachers gone. Even the ghost, Binns, is gone.
Snape tracked them down to an apartment building in Pasadena. His pissy mood wasn't helped by having to walk up four flights of stairs because the elevator was broken. He gets to 4a and knocks and almost dies of shock when a drunk Minerva answers and promptly kisses him.
"Oh shit." says Sirius. "We're in for it now. It's Hans Gruber. He's going to yippie ka yea us."
"I am not Hans Gruber you twit."
"You sure? My bad. You're Steve Spurrier the football coach."
"You fucking idiot, Sirius. If you're going to make fun of me for looking like that no talent hack, Alan Rickman, then at least get the references right. Rickman played Spurrier a wine seller not the football coach."
Snape sees a drunken party going out of control. He found all of his missing teachers and found Albus. It was just then that a drunken Voldemort spoke up.
"Get your ass in here Metatron and enjoy the party."
"I AM NOT HANS GRUBER, STEVEN SPURRIER, THE METATRON OR EVEN THE SHERRIFF OF NOTTINGHAM AND NO BEFORE ONE OF THE GIRLS SAYS IT, I WAS NEVER IN THE 2 CHICK FLICKS, SENSE AND SENSIBILITY OR LOVE ACTUALLY. THAT WAS ALAN RICKMAN."
Snape turned around said fuck all of this, to himself and left. He quit Hogwarts and tried to find Bruce Willis to make another Die hard Movie.