Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but I really like to play around with them in my stories.

Sorry for how long it's taken me to update my stories! I've been in a transitional period, which has included graduating, job hunting, job finding, and loads of stress. Still, that is no excuse for leaving my readers disappointed, and so I'm posting something I've been working on for quite a while and vowed not to post it until I had finished it. That way, you will be partially satisfied. Then, I will get on with the stories that I've severely neglected.

I've wanted to do a story like this for a long time, in which the characters get sucked into various fairy tales for my, and of course your, amusement. I don't know exactly how plausible my idea for how they end up in the fairy tale stories is, but we can allow for a little suspension of disbelief. Magic is magic and therefore unexplainable at times. Reviews are much appreciated and anticipated!

Once Upon a Time at Hogwarts

Prologue

Professor Severus Snape prowled around the classroom, his heavy black robes billowing in a way that would be distracting, if not for the fact that he was teaching the Seventh Years. They were used to his dramatics by now.

This year's Seventh Years consisted of two classes, the first for those who were supposed to be in their Seventh Year, and the second for the students whose final year was disrupted by the Second Voldemort War, as it was aptly named. Snape was currently teaching the latter class, a group he now tolerated, for the most part, now that the tensions of war had left his shoulders. He still had a policy of being strict and having no patience for dunderheads, though.

Surviving the war was a close thing for the professor. He'd been on the brink of death, thanks to Voldemort's not-so-little pet, Nagini. Luckily, he'd had some specialized antivenin he'd been working on, but it could only help so much. There was quite a bit of blood. He'd passed out as it slowly coagulated on his wounds, thanks to the potion, and had woken feeling like a different man in the hospital a week later. Only Minerva McGonagall knew that Albus Dumbledore had visited with him during that lapse of time. He no longer carried the burden of guilt and anger that had poisoned his past.

As for whom had found him in his state, he grudgingly owed a life-debt to none other than Neville Longbottom, as the boy had happened upon him right after killing the snake with the sword of Gryffindor.

"Now, I want you all to be careful with what you put in as your choice item for the potion. It should be something relatively simple, as this potion is used for enhancing. That means no paintings, no books, and … no body parts, Mr. Weasley." This last part caused the Slytherins to chuckle as Ron glared mutinously into his cauldron. Snape smirked in satisfaction at his encouraging audience, as he bashed the Gryffindors. It was just too easy. "No plants either, Longbottom. That would disrupt the chemistry of the mixture. I hope you all have given at least a modicum of thought as to what you would bring today. If you are ill-prepared, and have to resort to something mundane, such as an old quill, five house points will be docked off, as well as twenty from the assignment. You will also write a fully comprehensive essay with regards to this potion, as you obviously didn't read thoroughly enough to be competent of the assignment. The true lesson I hope to teach you by the end of this year is that you should always be prepared before stepping into a potions laboratory."

Snape observed as they put their items in, making sure that everything was safe. Close by, Longbottom put an old quill into his potion and pulled out a brand-new looking peacock feather quill. He tremulously smiled, no doubt because he had actually gotten a potion right for once. Miss Patil was putting an old ragged doll in, and pulled out what seemed to be its fully restored version with a smile. Potter chose to put his glasses in. It was a wonder how many times they had been fixed in the last year. He pulled out a shiny pair that was metal framed, a big change from the easily breakable wooden ones he'd had before. He tried them on and grinned. Miss Granger smiled at him, pulling out an exquisite pair of Unicorn bookends. Snape wondered what they had looked like before their transformation.

To the left side of the class, he observed as Goyle threw in a pair of brownish holey socks and scoffed under his breath. Out of all the things he could have picked …

Crabbe was at least slightly smarter, pulling out a good as new pair of shoes. No doubt they were quite worn before their transformation. He smirked as Malfoy pulled out pieces of his old wizarding chess set. That was certainly a clever use for the potion.

Snape continued to pace the classroom, and everything seemed to be in order. He scanned all the students, and his gaze landed on Miss Brown, covertly slipping something into her cauldron. She was grinning and waiting for the allotted time before she would pull it out.

"Miss Brown," He barked, and she sat up rigidly in habit, gazing at him. "What did you put into the potion?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but her attention, as well as that of everyone else, diverted to her potion, which gave a loud belch before it started to spew a noxious yellow fog.

"Miss Brown!" He repeated, striding quickly to her and pulling her out of the way of the fumes. "What did you put in there?"

She looked up at him, clearly intimidated by his stormy expression, but stuttered out an answer. "M-mum's old Muggle fairy tale book …" She then promptly fainted. Snape cursed and bent to her side to make sure she was still breathing. It seemed as though she were in an induced coma. He stood up quickly, covering his nose and mouth with his robes, not sure what the fog would do once inhaled.

"Everyone evacuate the classroom immediately!" It was no use, as half of the class had already fainted. Keeping his robes over his nose and mouth, he used his wand to levitate the book out from the potion. It looked quite innocuous, if a bit more glitzy than most book covers, but he started to sway, his vision blurring.

"Professor Snape?"He looked down to see Miss Granger at his side, grasping his elbow to steady him. His concentration broke and the book fell into his hands.

"Bloody Hell," He muttered, before succumbing to the haze.

A/N: And so we begin. Please remember to review!