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Harry was lying in bed, tossing and turning. He rolled over again and punched his pillow but found that it didn't help. Sighing loudly, he climbed out of bed and dug around in his trunk for his invisibility cloak. Harry wrapped it around himself and left the dorm. He hadn't gone far when he heard a noise from close by. It seemed to coming from a small closet that was slightly ajar. Harry snuck over and peeked in. What he saw shocked him.

Professor Snape was cooing and snuggling with a cute little bunny. Suddenly the adorable fluffy bunny sprouted long, sharp antlers from the top of its head. The bunny leapt from Snape's embrace. Immediately the peculiar beast lunged for the Professor's throat, it's mouth open wide to reveal row upon row of razor sharp fangs.

In the few seconds the demented bunny was in the air, it dawned on Harry that this wasn't a fluffy little bunny. It was a Jackalope, the most rare magical creature in the world. It was also terribly blood thirsty, leaving more carnage in its wake than any werewolf could ever hope to cause. And it was heading straight for Snape's exposed throat.

In that moment of insight Harry moved faster than he ever had in his life, whipping his wand out of his pocket. "Stupify!" he cried, hitting the Jackalope on the first try. The Jackalope fell to the floor and stopped moving. Harry ran over to Snape. "Are you okay Professor?" he asked. "Yes," Snape said. Then he scowled at Harry. "Don't you dare tell anyone what happened in this room or I'll slip Veritaserum into your pumpkin juice at dinner tomorrow," he growled.

Harry forced his face into a serious expression and said, "Of course I won't tell anyone Professor." He turned and strolled out of the room and down the hall. Once he was at the statue of Boris the Bewildered he broke into a run, a grin spreading across his face. He couldn't wait to tell Ron…..