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Chapter 3

Snape slammed down his book and swore musically. He had been perusing books all night looking for something to fix this disaster. Snape rubbed his eyes. He had attended dinner that night in the Great Hall but refused to speak to anyone, ignoring those who tried to make conversation. Word had obviously spread that Snape had been singing through the school because when he was in the halls he heard renditions of the yellow submarine song Snape had sung.

Snape picked up another book from the mountain high stack next to his desk and opened it growling. He turned page after page, skimming them hoping to find something. He had already tried to concoct something on his own but he had just managed to change the octave in which he sang, at one point singing in the soprano register, instead of curing his problem. Snape started to growl again. He was getting nowhere! There was a knock at the door. Snape didn't answer; if they really wanted something then they would just come in.

The door opened with an ominous creek. Snape gave a melodious growl and looked up to see his visitor. It was Mr. Filch. Snape slammed his book shut and waited for the man to speak. "Ah, Professor, the Headmaster sent for ya. He said to tell you that he might have something to help your little problem with your voice." Snape's eyes narrowed into slits. What could the Headmaster possibly have that would help with this curse that he couldn't figure out on his own?

Mr. Filch continued to stand there, waiting to see if Snape would follow him. Snape continued to glare for a few moments more then stood up with enough force to send his chair flying. He stalked out of the room without waiting for Mr. Filch and went straight to the Headmaster's office.

Snape arrived at the entrance to the Headmaster's and opened his mouth to say the password. "So drill it, so drill, so hard, feel it. So drill it, so drill it, so hard, feel it." Snape closed his mouth and began to swear very colorfully inside his head. Would he never learn? He heard Filch behind him try to stifle a laugh and gritted his teeth together.

Filch gave the password and the two stepped onto the rotating stair case and then entered the Headmaster's office. "Ah, Severus, glad to see you came up." Dumbledore called from his desk. He looked around and saw that Minerva was of course in there as well as a couple of students. Snape merely grunted not feeling the need to attempt to exchange casualties. "Now, I believe that we have a matter that needs to be resolved. It seems that a student has decided to play a rather cruel prank on Severus here." Dumbledore gave the students in the room a pointed look but wasn't quick enough to hid the slight up turning of his mouth.

Snape whirled to look at the students, realizing why they were in there. He let out a musical growl and clenched his fists together. He would murder them! Torture them! Make them suffer for what they did to him!

Dumbledore continued with what he was saying. "I believe these two students are the ones to blame. They admitted to slipping you the singing potion that was concocted by that brilliant lady right there." He gestured to one of the students.

Snape was too angry to pay attention to what they were or what they looked like or anything like that. He just wanted to rip them to pieces. Then he tried to yell, "Hey we can hide the bodies on the ride home. Now here we are licking skin to wipe us clean. Strike a match, pour gasoline, ditch the scene and watch this city burn. Asleep, my life will be a pillow steering wheel turn." Snape continued to glare at the students, even as the snickered.

Dumbledore made a coughing noise to cover up a laugh and proceeded, "Now, what needs to be answered next is this: Can an antidote be made?" Snape's eyes widened. They better hoped to God that it could be done.

He he he he. I couldn't resist a cliff hanger. I'll get more up as soon as ideas come to me. Hope you enjoyed! Please review. Ta!