Still lost, and still without Magic, Snape begins to piece things together after hearing what Harry talks about in his sleep.

“What’s that Harry?” Hermione asked him. Harry shrugged and unfolded the parchment.
“Oh no,” he groaned, and dropped it on the table.

Severus Snape looked at his watch, and gave up on looking over the papers, deciding that if the ten or fifteen he had seen were graded well, than the rest were too. If he would have been thinking straight, he could have made the boy stay and grade more, even though he hadn’t been that confident that he would do a good job.

Harry thought this would be easy... somebody else had other plans for him.

Harry tried to step back from his desk to escape the horrible whisper, but still it only grew louder, “I am coming, I am coming, and you will fall to the Dark Lord!”

“It’s no good,” he said, “I’m useless.”  From somewhere above him, Snape sighed. “You are not useless Potter, you just do not believe you will succeed.”  **FINALLY UPDATED!**

“Now you know Harry Potter,” Voldemort’s voice filled his head, “that you cannot escape the wrath of Lord Voldemort.”

Ron shouted. “Are you Gryffindors or not! From the looks of you I’d say you were rotten Slytherins hiding under your bed!  How many will stand and fight!?”

“Sileo in pacis filius obscurum,” Snape said quietly. Harry shivered. “What was that?”
“When a wizard dies,” Snape said quietly, “it is tradition to offer a final spell to guide their entrance to whatever afterlife they seek. “No,” Harry said, “About the prophecy… he said, he never thought you’d betray him after you told him of the prophecy. What prophecy?”

“Severus, can you see darkness?”  Frowning, he looked up at the Headmaster. What kind of question was that? “Of course I can see the dark… who can’t?”  Dumbledore shook his head. “Once a room is dark, can it grow any darker?”  “No.”  “Why?” Dumbledore seemed to fall into Professor mode, and it annoyed Severus. He did not feel in the mood to be taught anything at the moment.