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Chapter 1: The Dreams, the Job, and the Letters

Snape standing over him while he failed to brew a potion, Snape lurking through the hallways, ready to criticize his every move, Snape sitting at the dinner table, silently terrorizing him, but then, wait, the last memory was of the Bogart, turning into Snape, then turning into Snape with his grandmother's clothing.

The last memory jolted him awake with an outburst of laughter. He had fallen asleep at his desk again. Neville Longbottom looked around. Good, all the other headmasters were still asleep in their frames, despite the noise he had made. But he shouldn't be surprised; after all, they did have to room with Dumbledore and the many problems he faced when he was headmaster.

Neville's eyes followed the same trail they did every night right to Snape's portrait. Why did he have to be in here? Neville was nervous about his new position as headmaster as it was. Why did the person he feared most have to be in his office? He did have another frame to go to in the old Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.

The sun was almost up; Neville would have to start preparing for the new students to arrive. Raising his arms above his head, Neville waved his wand halfway through his stretch and set all of the papers into neat stacks.

"Longbot-," there was a loud sigh. "Headmaster." Snape had woken up. "I need to have a word with you. Follow me to my other frame… please."

Neville was caught off guard. By the time he could reply Snape had left his frame. After getting dressed, Neville started off down the hallways. He took his time; he wanted to make Snape wait. Neville was headmaster, he needed to be brave. He couldn't let Snape scare him anymore.

But that was harder then it looked. When he was just outside the door, Neville's hands started to shake.

"He's a picture, what can he do to you?" Neville whispered to himself. And with that he opened the door. Before his eyes could adjust, Snape spoke.

"I know we haven't had the best past but I need to ask a favor of you. I would like to return to the post of Dada teacher."

"How are you supposed to grade papers being in…your current state?" Neville replied?

"I'm sure I can give out enough detentions to have a child grade papers every day," Snape replied sluggishly.

"Would this mean you wouldn't be in my office any longer?"

"Yes, it would."

"You've got yourself a deal," Neville said with a smile.