Disclaimer: Let's get this over with. I do not own this Harry Potter. I do not own his alma mater. I do not own the world he walks. I do not own dear Dobby's socks. Of what I own there isn't much: the Hogwart's lounge, and plot as such. See? I'm not even original in my disclaimer, just filching it from my last chapter.

A/N: It's done... tear, tear. I think that even for this story it's a bit odd, but it's what happened when I sat down at the computer tonight... I'd meant to write some more chapters than this, but it was suddenly over, and I think it fits. Here you are:

Enter Hermione Granger, stage left. Her costume was simple, black robes swishing stereotypically around a slender frame, brown, bushy hair restrained within a pointed black hat. A wand in her right hand, parchment in her left--she wasn't about to make the same mistake as her predecessor.

A watcher could dub those waiting in the darks of the dungeons 'quite a coven', if they were very unfamiliar with the term, or had some trouble making out the figures of all of the black-robed wizards.

Harry Potter stood next to Ginny Weasley, wondering quite what he was supposed to do--Hermione hadn't really explained anything when she'd dragged them all down into the dank, black halls.

Ron, wary of interfering with his girlfriend when she was so intent, moved closer to Harry and Ginny. He looked at them for support, and--eyes wide--jumped back in shock. A warning glance from Hermione kept him silent for a second, but he finally burst. "WHEN IS THE BLOODY BAT GOING TO GET HERE!?!"

Seamus and Dean marked the time, shaking their respective heads as they looked at the book.

Albus Dumbledore, familiar spectacles sported low on his nose, murmured a word of inquiry to Minerva McGonagall, who shrugged dramatically.

Lavender and Parvati obligingly looked into their respective crystal balls, much improved for venturing out from the rooms of Professor Trelawney.

The paintings sent out a searchers in all directions.

The lemon drop muttered at the human incompetence.

Hermione just glared at Ron.

"Why don't you just paint it in bloody neon pink? We're supposed to surprise him, you--"

"Surprise me? How sweet," the Potions Master drawled. "Why, Albus? And Minerva, too? Is it my birthday?"

"Um-Um--Um, no, professor--it's--it's not your birthday-" Hermione stuttered under the glare of a truly angry man.

"An ambush of some sort, then? A committee come to tell me of the horrors my Slytherin's have perpetrated upon Hogwart's? Or have I won a clearinghouse?"

She just shook her head.

"Hermione," Harry whispered urgently, below even Snape's exemplary hearing. "Hermione! The spell, Hermione, the spell!"

Severus continued on crushingly. "Well, as I've won no money, would you please get out of my dungeons!"

He threw his arms up as if to banish them from his site, and his robe sleeves fell down his arms. They fell down quite a distance, in fact, and it was only due to extremely good luck that they fell to reveal only one tattoo.

Hermione concentrated all of her attentions on that tattoo, disregarding the parchment as she spoke the spell that they had determined would right a terrible wrong.

And it all went black.

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Hermione finally regained her wits. She whispered a rather weak Lumos. Her light spread unaccountably, falling upon many a witch and wizard thrown back by the weight of the spell, and finally reaching a man lying prone in the center of it all.

He shook his head a little, a long hair falling across his face. He reached a large, pale hand to bat it away, felt the apparent greasiness of it, and recoiled at the state of himself.

The man sat up, and looked around him for the first time. "Why on earth are all of you lying around like that? Isn't there to be a debate?"

Everyone looked at him in shock.

"I mean, after all, I need a chance to see how my new recipe for chocolate chip cookies works out--after I get a shower, of course."

Hermione sidled up to Albus Dumbledore.

"Is that really Professor Snape?"

He shook his head in amazement. "It's rather a drastic change..."

"I like it!" Ron proclaimed, biting into a perfectly golden cookie. The chips, melted in the oven, were smearing over his fingers and mouth. "Come on, Mione, get with the action--Professor Snape's starting a conga line in the lounge! He said something about getting out of the dark, and was wearing this perfectly awful Hawaiian shirt--let's go!"

"I've created a monster..." Hermione whispered, shaking her head as the said Hawaiian shirted man conga-d on by, presumably leading the long line of students back up out of the dungeons.

"No," the Headmaster said wisely. "You've just reacquainted one with the happier part of his soul. I'd say it's sort of a midlife crises, but we haven't any red sports cars, nor roads to drive them down, though I knew I would live to regret that shirt..." He drew himself back together, and scanned the brightly colored groups of people. "All in all, it's a rather spectacular party--shall we join it?"

Hermione looked out at the mass of students filling the suddenly colorful, well-lit dungeon halls--a mass which she knew would have expanded to fill every space on the way to the Hogwart's lounge. Couples danced to music suddenly pouring from the walls, confetti drifted over the gyrating groups, and even the ghosts were getting into the mood of things.

Potions classes will never be the same again--but that's not really a bad thing, is it?

She saw Harry and Ginny living it up with a gaggle of Gryffindors, Seamus and Dean calling for bets on how long the party would go on, Neville was even flirting with a pretty Ravenclaw. Parvati was reading the cards to find out how hot of a night the Cancer's would be having, and there--there was Ron, starting to move off towards the disco ball.

"Why not?" She shrugged, transfigured her robes into clothes more suitable for a night out, and threw herself into the crowd. "Ron, wait up!"

A/N: I've finished my first story...

I'd like to thank anyone who read, even if you didn't leave a review, but especially those who did--I appreciated all of the support, believe me!

I meant to write a part about the debate, but it got to this point and I just couldn't see how it would work... If you'd really like to see it, please, give me some suggestions and I'll try to oblige!

A thousand thank you's to my reviewers: Dumbledore, Blue eyes, Noqui, Celestra, and Alie!!!

Also, I'd like to thank my friend EvilFireWitch for all her support--check out her stories; "Voldemort's New Plan" is hilarious and "The Chosen One and Her Circle is equally wonderful--I recommend them both!

Peace.