Chapter 19:

18. Copy and send this list to someone to make them smile...It's called therapy.

Professor Severus Snape sat behind his desk, basking in the fact that he would not have to teach for three months. He closed his eyes, sighing. He would not have to see Potter every day, would not have to be reminded of his various mistakes. He felt a tightening in his chest as he pictured Lily's bright, green eyes. He bid the image from his head. Too late, they were etched onto his eyelids, as they always were when he let his mind wander to her. A sharp tapping wrenched him from his reverie. He turned to see a miniscule owl hovering outside his window. Snape got heavily to his feet and allowed the little owl in. It flew inside, bobbing from the weight of the letter. Snape followed after Pigwidgeon and untied the letter. He felt the familiar scowl form on his face as he scanned the address.

The Greasy Git

Some Dark Dungeon


He flung the letter onto his desk, intent on burning it. But, he had always been curious. And although it usually led him afoul, this was yet one more curiosity that he couldn't ignore. He slit open the envelope and read the letter. Then severely wished he hadn't.

Dear Professor Snape. Or Greasy Git. Whichever you prefer.

We have enclosed with this letter something you are in great need of. You are, (and we hope you have realised this too), bloody insane. And not in a good way. You need help. Desperately. So we thought we'd be the ones to give you that help. It was just entertaining for us, but hopefully it will be beneficial for you.


Fred and George Weasley.

P.S. Please, for the love of Merlin, wash your bloody hair.


Severus Snape tore out the other piece of parchment in the envelope and read the list. And laughed. He had always suspected there was something severely wrong with the Weasley twins, and now he had the concrete proof.

There was a bang as the door to his office burst open and Luna Lovegood barrelled her way into the room and, to Snape's intense surprise, Professor Dumbledore followed suit.

"Professor! Did you get it?" Luna asked breathlessly.

"I believe he has, young one," Dumbledore said happily. "I do like this girl," he informed Snape, "She's refreshingly open-minded."

Snape sighed. "What is it that you want?" He sat back behind his desk, waiting to be left alone again.

"We've come so we can do the list together," Luna said brightly. She and Dumbledore both held up their own copies of the list. "The Weasley twins have given us some very ingenious advice; we have everything for the first task. Will you join us?" Dumbledore looked so naively hopeful that Snape almost had a hard time refusing.

"No," he said curtly, and threw the list into the bin.

"Oh come along, Severus. Live a little," Dumbledore persuaded. Luna wandered over to Snape and gripped his arm.

"Let's go, sir, it'll be fun," she said cheerfully. He shook he head firmly and attempted to free his arm, and to his astonishment, failed. She led him from his own office and Dumbledore strode along behind them, whistling contentedly.

"Miss Lovegood?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore?"

"May the giant squid join our little expedition?"

"For the last time, no...Oh, alright."

"Oh, dear Merlin."

A/N: And done! (:

Thankyou for all the support to continue this story, it has been very much appreciated. I loved reading every single review, and it always boosted my day to see my inbox filled with story alerts and favourites after I posted a new chapter.

I'm not quite sure how funny this chapter turned out, but the reason for such an emotional beginning is that I just finished Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult today, which made me cry for about half an hour and I've been on the verge of tears all day since. So, I was feeling particularly sympathetic towards Snape. But, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.

One reviewer suggested that I write story using another chain mail like this one, can't remember which, but what are your opinions on that?

Again, a big thankyou. (: