Hello all and welcome to the Severely Obsessed Snape Society's Halloween Collaborative Fanfic!!

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There is a masked party at Hogwarts in celebration of Halloween. Everyone's identity is secret. What could happen?



So here's the first chapter to get us started off. It's very short because Iw ant the members to write this story, not me. So it back, relax and enjoy the story!!


-Nick
HJP
SOSS Fanfic Coordinator


A/N: A good question was already asked of me and that was what year in Hogwarts is this? And the answer is, whatever you choose it to be. If you have a preference and you have the opportunity to establish a year, then go for it. If it's already established by a previous author, please follow along. If no one wants to establish a year, that's fine too...that'll most likely end up with only the core characters mentioned in the fanfic. Have fun!






“What’s all the commotion about?” asked Harry.
“Don’t know,” replied Ron, craning his neck over the crowd of first years to get a better look at a newly pinned up poster in the Gryffindor common room.
“Looks like there’s a Halloween party scheduled,” said Ron as a pack of first years broke away from the masses; allowing Harry to get closer.





“A masquerade,” said Harry curiously, “could be fun.”

“Oh yeah, dressing up in masks, wonderful,” replied Ron in a dull tone.

Harry and Ron went through the portrait hole and made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. Everyone was talking excitedly about the masquerade the following night.
When Harry and Ron found their seats in the great hall, they began to eat as Hermione made her way towards them.

“Won’t it be fun to attend a masquerade?” asked Hermione excitedly. “I’ve never been to one.”

“Yeah, it’ll be a blast,” replied Ron sarcastically.

“Oh stop being a party pooper Ronald,” said Hermione.

At that moment, Dumbledore stood up and at once, silence fell over the Great Hall.

“By now, I’m sure you all have heard about the masquerade and I know you are all excited. I want to remind you all to be on your best behavior as I’m sure most of you will.”

Dumbledore’s eyes lingered on the Slytherin table where Malfoy and his gang were not trying to hide the fact that they weren’t listening to Dumbledore.

“I also want to let the students know that the staff will be participating. And we’ll give it our best shot at having the best costumes, but I want you all to try to best us.”

At the announcement that the staff would be participating Harry looked up at the staff table to see Snape’s reaction, and sure enough he was not happy at all.

“I can’t wait to see Snape’s costume,” said Ron as he helped himself to potatoes. “What do you think he’ll be? A bat.”

“Probably,” replied Harry as he helped himself to steak-and-kidney pie.





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-Nick
HJP
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Where are all of our authors? Ah well. Here's Chapter 2




The masquerade was the talk of the school for the next couple of weeks. You couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the girls with their heads together discussing what their costumes were to be. The boys were excited as well, though their excitement was more inconspicuous. There was one person however that was not looking forward to it; Severus Snape! Even the students from the Slytherin house walked on eggshells around him.

“Headmaster,” said Snape coolly. “I have decided that I will not be attending the festivities tonight,” he stated on the morning of Halloween. This had been an argument between the two men ever since Dumbledore had announced the masquerade.

“Now Severus, we have been through this before. I need all of my teachers there. And you are certainly not an exception. You will be there in your mask and I’ll not have no for an answer.” With that, the headmaster waved him away, signaling the end of the meeting.

Snape turned brusquely and swished out of the room muttering under his breath about how mad the venerable old man had become. Anyone who expected Severus Snape to participate in a masquerade ball had to be mental.

He stormed down the halls, his wand at the ready, just waiting for someone to cross him. Students parted like the Red Sea at the sight of their potions master on an apparent rampage through the corridors. He reached the stairs leading to the dungeons and practically flew down them. He reached his office and threw the door open then slammed it shut behind him.

He paced agitatedly. He’d show that old dingbat. There was no way he would go. His mood brightened slightly at the thought that everyone would be in masks and Dumbledore would never even know he wasn’t there.

He entered his private quarters and kicked off his shoes before heading to his refrigerator. He opened the door and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey. He plopped wearily into his armchair, laid his head against the back and unbuttoned his trousers, sighing in triumph that he wasn’t going to have to chaperone a bunch of hormone ruled teenagers. He took a swig of his bottle and waved his wand at his wireless. A jazzy number began to pumping through the speakers. Severus cussed and waved his wand again. This time there was a sappy love song. “Ugh…” he groaned disgustedly as he jabbed his wand at the pestilential device again and again until he found a station he didn’t find abhorrent. Classical music filled his sitting room. He closed his eyes and took another mouthful of liquor and sighed contentedly while humming softly to the tune that was playing. He flicked his wand at his fireplace and bright flames began licking up the charcoaled logs in the hearth.

Sleep had nearly claimed him when a knock sounded on his door, jerking him awake. He looked around in confusion when it came again. He stood and moved to open the door before changing his mind and reclaiming his seat. Whoever was there, need never know he was even at home. There was, after all, a party going on. A masquerade party. There was most likely several Severus Snapes running around upstairs right now. No one need ever know that he wasn’t one of them.

“Severus! Open the door. I know you’re in there,” came the voice from the other side of the door.

"Bloody hell!" cussed Severus as he stood to let the intruder in.



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Chapter 3
Incognito

The great hall sparkled with the light of thousands of black candles, all illuminated and blazing brightly beneath the enchanted ceiling. Their flames bounced off each and every crystal goblet in the room, making it appear as if the hall itself was glowing from within. All the pumpkins that Hagrid had tirelessly carted in were now expertly carved and the shapes of bats, leaves, and spiders shone mischievously out of them as they sat piled up in every available nook and cranny.

As was the custom on formal occasions, the house tables had been banished and were replaced with enough round tables to seat the entire student body and the teachers as well. Since there was no seating chart, due to the fact that this ball was a masquerade, students of every age and house were seated together, staring at each other and probably wondering if they were in the presence of a teacher, or worse…a Slytherin!

Severus swept into the great hall without arousing an ounce of suspicion. Since the headmaster had rapped on his door earlier in the evening and insisted that he attend, Severus decided he would be as inconspicuous as possible and had therefore chosen a costume that not even Dumbledore himself would suspect. Not wanting to attract attention, Severus headed to the back of the hall, intent on finding a seat at the furthermost table from the dance floor. On his way, he noticed a wide assortment of costumes. They ranged from extravagant to completely absurd. One partygoer, obviously a student, had come dressed as a bottle of butterbeer. It was a decent idea, but the magic was so inferior that the dimwit was leaking his contents all over the floor.

Severus stepped breezily over the seeping liquid that was fast forming a puddle without breaking his stride and passed, in succession, a sparkly vampire, something that resembled a giant bogey and a smitten couple dressed as Romeo and Juliette. By the way Juliette was clinging to Romeo and cooing, “Won Won, oh my Won Won!” Severus felt it was safe to assume that the students were none other than the ridiculous Miss Brown and the youngest and thickest of the Weasley’s sons.

Making his way through the crowd was Professor Flitwick. Severus supposed he shouldn’t recognize him, as his costume was really quite good. He had enchanted one of the tall pine trees from the nearby forest to walk around and even do his talking for him. Flitwick sat perched on one of its sturdy branches. The fact that he had transfigured himself into a squirrel was not what gave him away. What did it was the glaring detail that he forgotten to change; specifically, that he was a three foot tall squirrel.

Finally arriving at his desired table, Severus took the seat in the darkened corner and planned to wait out the evening.

“Mind if I join you?” Asked a rather tall Fanged Geranium, which seemed to be a male student by the sound of his voice.

Startled and supremely annoyed at being disturbed, Severus merely waved his hand at the chair furthest from himself.

Instead of taking the proffered chair, the Fanged Geranium sat beside Severus and continued on in a nonchalant way. “I’ve got an extra cup of ginger punch. “ The talking plant said as he placed the brimming cup before Severus. Then added, “Cheers!” as he raised his own cup in a friendly gesture.

Severus brought the cup to his lips, took a sip and found that not only was the punch quite refreshing, but the conversation was interesting as well. His new “friend” was rather learned regarding magical plants. He spoke with the right amount of reverence and explained why he chose the Fanged Geranium as his admittedly impressive costume above some of his other favored species. Severus, not wanting to speak and give his identity away, continued nodding his agreement to the clever boy. He found himself wondering who this student was.

Just then, three things happened in rapid succession. First, a stunningly beautiful, glimmering Woodland fairy passed them and caused most of the males present to stop what they were doing and try to close their gaping jaws. Second, a dense purple smoke began emitting from one of the pumpkins stationed at the entrance doors. It didn’t seem at all like a prank. In fact there was an eerily foreboding quality to it. Third, at the exact moment that Severus began to rise from his chair, wand extended, to inspect the foul smoke, a large toad jumped from one of the Fanged Geranium’s blossoms and hopped towards an open window.

“Trevor!” Yelled the plant as he bounded off after his escaped pet.

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