Chapter 1 Reflection

Severus Snape looked to his wife, the Headmistress of Hogwarts, sitting at the head chair at the Teachers table in front of the Great Hall.

He sat to her right, in a chair equal to hers as he was the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

He turned his attention from his wife and looked out to the students. How many generations had passed since that Head Daemon (Mr. Smith) entered the Creepy Door, running the patrons out to have a chat with them and left after handing them a scroll.

Fate. To be alive when Darkness comes back into full force, two hundred years later.

And it was year 199 this new term.

He remembered clear as day when he discussed the scroll with Hermione.

"Yes Hermione, rather kind of him and do not forget his purpose is to gather souls. No Darkness means a couple of centuries for witches and wizards to dabble and pass down hidden Darkness in the family, just as how it has always been. Except Darkness will be allowed to fester and strengthen this time around instead on consuming. How many generations is two hundred years Hermione?"

Hermione gasped out. "Oh Merlin, Severus! You're right!" She exclaimed and wrung her hands. "Remember Mr. Smith's words? He said he will see us again. That means we will be around two hundred years from now."

Then Luna Lovegood (nae Longbottom made her prophecy)

"The Daemon has manipulated Fate concerning the House of Snape. Unfair it will be, the two living well beyond two hundred years and will appear ageless until the end is near. Fate will not allow you to die and you will see loved ones, cherished ones, and hated ones die as you curse your long life and remain as you are….."

The fey witch had been right. He cursed his long life as he watched his wife mourn the passing of Luna, Neville, and Hagrid.

He sighed, thinking of Hermione's miscarriages, along with the passing of cherished friends.

He felt her hold his hand and looked to her.

"Finally Severus, our last year." She breathed out.

He patted her hand. "Love, let's not think about this now, as we need to prepare for the worst. It's time for the Sorting."

Hermione smiled as she waved her wand and opened the doors of the Great Hall, allowing the First years to enter and be sorted, led by Stalwart Hagrid, the current Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts.

Severus noted once again in the almost 200 hundred years here that the First yers looked so little and excited at the same time.