The Truth Behind the Restricted Section
"Albus, remind me why we are doing this," Snape grumbled irritably as he and Dumbledore walked down the halls of the Hogwarts library and into the Restricted Section.
It was past midnight and the Potions Master was extremely tired. He longed for a warm cup of tea before settling into bed for the night.
"We're here because I have recently discovered some rather disturbing material hidden deep within the farthest corners of the library, and I feel that it must be removed at once."
Snape frowned. "And this task could not wait until morning?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm afraid not, my boy," he said, his tone solemn. "The students must never be allowed to witness the unspeakable horrors and dreadful abominations that these books contain."
The Potions Master smirked. 'How bad could it possibly be?' he thought.
Together they rounded the corner and came upon what Dumbledore was looking for. The old wizard then began taking copies of a certain book off the shelf and stacking them up on the floor. He would then vanish them with a wave of his wand once he had collected them all.
Snape stood nearby, holding his lit wand aloft so he could see what Dumbledore was doing. He then spied the title of the book. "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? What in Merlin's name is that?"
Dumbledore handed him one of the books and flicked it open to the back of chapter thirty two.
Snape read the last few pages...and laughed. "How amusing."
Dumbledore was shocked. "Severus, how can you find humor in such a horrible thing?"
Snape handed him the book. "It always amuses me to see what sort of fanfiction these amateur authors dream up about me. Perhaps one day someone will make a movie about it."