AN/ So I came up with the idea for this story after reading one by moonbird, which I highly recommend checking out! There were so many other moments that I wanted to capture from the books and decided to create my own version of it and have a lot more content.

I hope you guys like it and please review!

June 1982 (After Voldemort's demise)

"Well Horace, I'll be sad to see you go," said Dumbledore. All the staff members of Hogwarts were gathered together in the staff room with drinks in their hands, bidding farewell to the potions master who had been there for as long as any of them can remember.

Slughorn laughed, "Well, after so many years I think it's time for a change my old friend, and what a joy it has been working with you all. Well, I remember back when you guys were in school," he laughed. "Guess that says something about me doesn't it?"

Everyone gave a sad smile. They were going to miss his antics, though probably not his Slug Club. The blatant favouritism of he had was one that was both annoying and unfair; even McGonagall, who was apart of it back when she was a student, didn't really enjoy the though of him continuously doing so.

All in all, McGonagall did rather enjoy working with Slughorn through all these years. It was going to be strange having a different potions master at the school.

"I hope I won't be too hard to replace?" Said Slughorn to Dumbledore.

He smiled, "We'll do our best, I'm sure."

Slughorn gulped back the remained of his Firewhiskey then began to get ready to leave. "Well, if I want to make it to the pyramids in time for the show, I must be on my way. I've wanted to see these for such a long time, and now that You-Know-Who is gone, I feel so much freer."

"We all do, Horace," said McGonagall. Flitwick, standing beside her, nodded in agreement as he took a sip of his own Firewhiskey and shivered at the taste.

He waved as he left the room, ready to depart to Egypt. Everyone was silent, this was rather strange.

Flitwick was the first to speak up, "Do you know who you might make potions master next year, Albus?"

He teeter-toddered his head, "I have a few ideas."

"It's going to have to be a Slytherin," pointed out McGonagall. "Or someone who's dedication to another house will have to take over that group."

"I'll keep that in mind." Dumbledore left the room as he spoke, heading back to his office.

Sprout smiled, "I cannot believe it's been eight-months since You-Know-Who was defeated. Everything seems like it's changing now. The atmosphere around here has lightened, Horace leaves after… decades!"

"I wonder if this is too good to be true sometimes? Besides James and Lily's death, this has all worked out wonderfully." said Flitwick.

McGonagall nodded. "Well, no use diming down these times of peace. Cheers."

Little did the staff know as they cheered away in the staff room that Dumbledore still stood outside listening in. He told Flitwick that he has a few ideas for a teacher, but as soon as Horace mentioned leaving, he knew immediately who to hire. He looked at his pocketwatch, he should be here soon.

Dumbledore went up to his studies and saw Severus Snape was already standing there with his arms crossed and a look of annoyance on his face.

"Don't look to glum there, Severus," he walked past his guest and sat behind the desk. "I have something that might interest you?"

Snape raised his eyebrow as if to challenge that.

"Have you been doing anything interesting since Voldemort's fall?" Snape winced at the name Dumbledore used, but after being a spy, he was used to it.

"Nothing exciting. Then again, who wants to deal with a publically known Death Eater who cheated the system?"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkled and Snape knew that he was not going to like whatever it is that he had planned. "You know why I vouched for you during your trial, as you are the only reason that we managed to have such a grasp on Voldemort and his followers before he disappeared–"

"Disappeared?" Snape asked. "He's dead. The mark is gone."

"I do wish I could say that, as well, but I fear he may return, and because of that I need you to stay close." Dumbledore stood up and handed him a sheet of paper. Work papers. "I need a potions master now that Slughorn has decided to retire."

Snape just stared at him with an unbelievable look on his face. Was he serious? Did he think hiring him, an ex-death eater with an angry disposition and a hatred towards… well, anything, was a good idea?

"He will return. It's important that you be here when he does?"

"Do you think anyone will accept me as a teacher?" Snape huffed. "Death Eater."

"Spy," Dumbledore corrected. "Which is public knowledge, and I know that you will be trusted eventually if not right away for that."

Snape looked down at the papers in his hands. All he'd been doing since the Dark Lord fell and Lily died was sit in his childhood home and sulk, so it's not like he has much better things to do with his time, and if Dumbledore is right and the Dark Lord does return…

He didn't even want to think about that.

"Fine."

AN/ So please let me know what you think!