Disclaimer – JK Rowling owns the whole Potterverse. I'm just playing with it.
The tall figure in flowing black robes made his way quickly toward the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the headmaster's office. A few students looked his way, but quickly moved on under his withering glare. "Lemon Drop", said the Potions Master with a slight smile. Even after all this time, some things never change. The stone gargoyle sprang aside, and the tall head of Slytherin House steps onto the revolving staircase and quickly ascending to the ancient oak door marking the headmaster's office. The door being slightly ajar, there is a moment's hesitation, then a pale hand gently pushes the door open to reveal the Headmaster of Hogwarts sitting in his chair taking an afternoon nap. Quietly slipping around the desk, the potions master notices the pensive that the headmaster was studying. Looking inside he sees swirling memories… a boy with unruly black hair and emerald eyes…another young man with white hair and silver eyes…flashes of an epic battle…
Then a gentle aged hand grasps his arm. Emerald eyes meet silver. And the elderly headmaster smiles at his once and only love.
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Oh…what a way to start….
The tall figure in flowing black robes made his way quickly toward the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the headmaster's office. A few students looked his way, but quickly moved on under his withering glare. "Lemon Drop", said the Potions Master with a slight smile. Even after all this time, some things never change. The stone gargoyle sprang aside, and the tall head of Slytherin House steps onto the revolving staircase and quickly ascending to the ancient oak door marking the headmaster's office. The door being slightly ajar, there is a moment's hesitation, then a pale hand gently pushes the door open to reveal the Headmaster of Hogwarts sitting in his chair taking an afternoon nap. Quietly slipping around the desk, the potions master notices the pensive that the headmaster was studying. Looking inside he sees swirling memories… a boy with unruly black hair and emerald eyes…another young man with white hair and silver eyes…flashes of an epic battle…
Then a gentle aged hand grasps his arm. Emerald eyes meet silver. And the elderly headmaster smiles at his once and only love.
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Oh…what a way to start….