"You have to find it, Snivellus," James Potter insisted.
"Find... what?"
"The Sorcerer's...the Sorcerer's Scone."
"Why should... I ...help you?" Snape replied sourly.
"Oh, it's not for me, Snivelly." James's voice turned to a whisper. "It's for Lily."
Snape was up and in the hallway faster than you could say, "Greasy slimeball". If anyone was watching, they would have seen a strange man who was navigating the Hogwarts corridors surprisingly well, considering his eyes were closed. In fact, he was sprinting up the hall, muttering all the while:
"Gotta find it...need to have it...for Lily...LILY!"
Severus continued to mumble as he climbed the long, spiraling staircase.
"Good evening Severus," Dumbledore called. "Or morning, I suppose. Can I be of service?"
"I need...have to get..."
"What's wrong with him?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore as she entered the room.
"I do believe he wants an 'everything' bagel."
"Oh? How do you know this?"
"I don't," Dumbledore said. "I guessed. But my guesses have usually been good."
"Not ...a bagel, a... a scone," Snape finally spoke.
"Severus, they do not make 'everything' scones," Dumbledore replied.
"Not everything... the... Sorcerer's Scone!"
"The Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed years ago."
"Not stone..." Snape awoke and his eyes flew open. "Scone."
There was a rather long and awkward pause. McGonagall finally broke the silence.
"Come again?"
"The Sorcerer's Scone. I need it."
Dumbledore looked doubtful. "Where would you find this...er...'Sorcerer's Scone', Severus?"
"I don't know. James didn't tell me!"
Snape began to walk toward the door, and as he did, heard Dumbledore and McGonagall whispering.
"James Potter?"
"He's off his rocker!"
"I believe he may be, Minerva."
Snape reached the door, and before he left he uttered two words in a voice barely above a whisper.
"For Lily!"