A/N: Original everything belongs to J.K. (characters, themes, locations etc.)
Albus watched his old friend silently. The man across from the headmaster had his head in his hands. Albus knew, without seeing, that silent tears were falling down his face. "I know this is hard to understand…" Dumbledore was interrupted by Snape looking up to snarl,
"Hard? You think this is hard? This is impossible. The girl will be young. She will be reckless. She will be Lily's." Severus' tone turned pleading, "Are you certain, absolutely certain that the prophecy speaks of me? Surely it speaks of the Malfoy son; he will be closer to her age." Dumbledore shook his head sadly.
"No, Severus, the prophecy speaks of one of the Dark Lord's followers. It speaks about how this follower will feel something the Dark Lord was never able to, and this will be the Dark Lord's downfall." Severus nodded. He had heard the contents of the prophecy before. Knowing that is was useless to argue with Dumbledore, the potions master got up to make his leave. He looked straight ahead as he walked out the door, his mind solely on one thing.