Dana thought a simple Obliviate spell would solve everything.
Dunat would wake up tomorrow morning, likely thinking he had just dozed off in the common room. He might have some doubts, but the idea that a Gryffindor had infiltrated Slytherin's common room would never even cross his mind.
Dana slowly backed toward the door. He just needed to leave quietly, and this night would end smoothly—
But then, two loud explosions echoed through the common room:
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Yellow smoke burst into the air, filling the room with a foul stench.
Dana rolled his eyes.
"Damn it."
He had completely forgotten that the twins' pranks were indiscriminate. The more dangerous the territory, the more excited they got.
Then he heard it—
Fred's muffled laughter beside him:
"Run!"
Followed by George's excited whisper:
"This is too much fun!"
The door slammed open—then shut again. The twins had fled.
But Dana's heart sank.
This would attract Snape.
And if Snape arrived, he would instantly sense something wrong with Dunat. A master of magic and potions, Snape would easily recognize the Imperius Curse.
If that happened…
There would be an investigation.
And Dana was not ready for that level of trouble.
Unfortunately, fate wasn't on his side tonight.
A Slytherin student shouted,
"Quick, find Professor Snape!"
"Yes! Get Professor Snape!"
Dana exhaled sharply.
He couldn't let that happen.
With a flick of his wand, he transformed—
And the next moment, Professor Snape strode into the room.
"Silence!"
His voice cut through the noise like a blade, and the entire room froze.
Dana had to admit—he had perfected his Snape impersonation. Not just the looks, but the mannerisms, the expression, the tone—everything.
A chilling silence settled as Dana narrowed his dark eyes.
"What," he drawled, "is the reason for this disgraceful commotion in the middle of the night?"
He let his cold gaze linger on the gathered students, letting the discomfort build.
"Tsk. Did one of you have a stomach issue? I do believe there are toilets in the common room. Or were you so impatient that you couldn't walk a few steps? Even Mooncalves have the sense to relieve themselves outside their nests."
Several students paled.
The Head Girl, Gemma Farley, hesitated before stepping forward.
"Professor, someone must have played a prank and set off Dungbombs in the common room!"
Dana turned to her, face impassive. He knew Gemma was a seventh-year prefect, but he had never met her before. He played it safe with a vague response:
"Dungbombs? I recall those being banned. And yet, some foolish brat thought it appropriate to bring them to school and use them in our house? If I were not your Head of House, I would have deducted one hundred points from Slytherin this instant."
The students flinched.
"Clean it up. Immediately."
The Slytherins rushed to obey, but the twins' Dungbombs were modified—the stench wouldn't budge.
"Professor… we… we can't clean it up."
Dana's brows furrowed. He knew Snape never tolerated incompetence. He had to stay in character.
With an irritated flick of his wand, he muttered:
"Scourgify!"
The yellow smoke vanished instantly.
But the stench remained.
A few students exchanged uneasy looks.
"Even Professor Snape can't remove the smell?" someone whispered.
Dana narrowed his eyes.
"I do not recall asking for your opinion."
The student shrank back.
"Enough. Back to your dormitories. Now."
The students scattered—except for one, who hesitated.
"Professor… Dunat Avery seems to have fainted!"
Dana turned his coldest glare on the student.
"He was overwhelmed by the stench. This is an allergic reaction. He will be fine after sleeping it off. Or would you rather I keep you both in the hospital wing overnight?"
The student blanched and quickly helped carry Dunat to the dormitories.
Dana didn't linger. He gave a final disapproving sneer and swept out of the common room.
Outside the entrance, Fred and George were waiting.
They had been expecting Dana to emerge, not Snape.
When the common room door opened, and Severus Snape stepped out instead—
The twins' blood ran cold.
"W-We didn't… see him go in…?"
Then—
Snape's form shimmered and shifted—
Until Dana stood in his place.
Fred and George stared.
Then:
"Merlin's bloody beard—DANA, THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!"
Dana glared.
"You two nearly ruined everything."
"What? But it was brilliant!" George whispered excitedly. "Are you a Metamorphmagus?"
"Sort of," Dana muttered.
"Blimey!" Fred grinned. "If you walked past Filch looking like Snape, he wouldn't just let you go—he'd probably BOW!"
Dana sighed. "Let's just get back."
The twins chattered excitedly the entire way, utterly thrilled.
"Dana, your Disillusionment Charm is basically perfect! How do you do it?"
"It's a talent."
"Seriously, you should sneak out with us every night!"
Dana winced.
"Not happening."
He already regretted going out with them. The chaos wasn't worth it.
At least he had secured valuable information tonight.
Back at the Gryffindor common room, Dana canceled his Disillusionment Charm before stepping into view.
The Fat Lady raised a brow.
"Oh, the little rascal is back, eh? Where are the other two?"
"They went to get supper."
She sighed dramatically.
"Child, it's only your first day, and you're already following those two troublemakers? Listen, last year alone, those boys lost Gryffindor over three hundred points! Poor Professor McGonagall was furious!"
Dana nodded solemnly.
"You're right. I think sneaking out is rather boring, actually."
The Fat Lady beamed.
"That's a good lad! Now, what's the password?"
"Dragon dung."
End of the Chapter.
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