Epilogue
Harry was walking down a corridor, hurrying to exams when he spotted someone out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey Severus!" said Harry as he passed.
"Hello Harry!" said Snape in a happy voice until he realized what he was doing.
Harry realized it too and stopped. They both stood there staring at each other awkwardly.
"Get off to class Mr. Potter!" snapped Snape quickly.
"It's not class sir," said Harry. "I'm having exams."
"Exams?" asked Snape. "Boy am I glad that I don't have to do those!"
Harry thought about it for a moment.
"Run along!" shouted Snape angrily, trying to break the awkwardness.
Harry ran off without looking back.
Dumbledore was walking down a corridor while holding a book that he needed Professor McGonagall to "explain" to him. Voldemort walked by.
"Hey Tom!" said Dumbledore in his usual greeting to Voldemort.
"Hey Albus-I-I-er mean... Dumbledore."
"What brings you back to Hogwarts?"
"I'm finally going to change the Hogwarts records to say that my name is Voldemort."
"Oh darn!" said Dumbledore. "It's much easier to spell Tom than Voldemort. How am I supposed to write you Christmas cards now?"
Voldemort slapped Dumbledore's forehead.
"Will you cut that out?!" shouted Dumbledore.
Voldemort laughed to himself. "Come on Dumbledore. It is the Albus Slap."
Dumbledore started laughing. "Albus Slap. I sure hope that I never meet that guy!"
Voldemort slapped Dumbledore again.
"Wha!"
"What is it?!" said Snape angrily as he came around the corner. "Did you get attacked again by that book, Dumbledore?"
Snape froze at the sight of Dumbledore and Voldemort standing together.
"Awkward!" said Dumbledore.
"I think I feel a cramp coming on," said Snape.
"I had a cramp once," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, we know!" shouted Voldemort.
Suddenly Voldemort grabbed at his wrist and started moaning in pain.
"Cramp?" asked Snape.
"No, it's pretzels!" shouted Voldemort sarcastically.
"I'll go get you some dung weed potion," said Snape as he turned around.
"I have a better idea!" said Dumbledore as he ran up to Neville, who was walking by and took a Dung Weed plant out of his hands.
"Hey!" said Neville.
"Sorry," said Dumbledore. "I need this for Voldemort's cramp!"
"No not that," said Neville. "That's not a Persian Dung Weed, it's a Canadian Dung Weed.
"What does that do?" asked Dumbledore.
"It causes bubbling."
Dumbledore looked down at the plant he was holding. "Oh well. Hey Voldemort, this will clear up that cramp!"
"There is a lesson to be learned from this," said Harry later.
"What's that?" asked Ron.
"I'm always right, that's what!" said Harry proudly.
"But what about the time that you thought that Snape was trying to steal the Sorcerer's stone?" asked Hermione.
"Umm... well-"
"Or the time you thought Malfoy was the heir of Slytherin?" asked Ron.
"Well... you see..."
"Or the time you thought that Sirius was a blood thirsty killer when he turned out to be just an unfortunate guy?" asked Hermione.
"Or the time that you thought-" began Ron.
"Alright!" shouted Harry. "Maybe I'm not always right! In fact, don't take a lesson from this incident at all!"
"I don't know," said Hermione. "I did find it very important to note that-"
"Hey guys!" said Fred and George as the walked over.
"Fantastic timing!" said Ron. "You missed most of the entire book!"
"We just came to tell you guys," began Fred.
"that the catalogues were a huge hit!" said George.
"And," continued Fred, "old Dumbly wants us to make some more for next year!"
"Oh boy!" said Ron.
"Oh no!" said Harry and Hermione.
"Hey!" said George. "Without those catalogues, Albus, Severus and Tom might never have gone to Hogwarts. They might still be wandering around somewhere."
"Now that is a scary thought," said Hermione in agreement.
"Yeah," said Harry.
"Gosh, Harry!" said Ron. "You always have to have the last word don't you!"
"No!" said Harry. "Hermione likes to have the last word!"
"Wrong!" said Hermione. "It's Dumbledore who likes to have the last word!"
"Nope," said Dumbledore. "Snape is the one who has to have the last word."
"Incorrect!" said Snape. "I do believe that it is Voldemort who usually has the last word."
"What can I say?" asked Voldemort. "I do."
Everyone slapped Voldemort's forehead.
"Wha!"
AN: 24 Chapters, 28423 Words, 3 Months to write. There you go! The compleation of yet another great Harry Potter Story by me. I'd like to thank my younger sister for helping my write this (and by that I mean dragging me kicking and screaming to the computer). I'd also like to thank everyone who has read this far and also everyone who has been so kind as to post a review. Now if you don't mind, I am totally "Harry Potter"ed out. I don't think that I'll be writing another fan-fic for a very-VERY long time! But you can always go to my profile and read many of my other funny HP stories. You can also click the link to my YouTube account and see some funny Potter Puppet Pals movies too!