Possibilities

Two children ran up the street. They didn't bother to use the sidewalk, nobody ever drove up this road. They were silent, as people who know they're about to do something wrong typically are. They stopped at the end of the block and gazed up at the house and sure enough: the light was on in the living room, just behind the curtain. "We shouldn't be doing this." muttered one of them. "Come on." the other urged roughly "It's just a ghost, don't be a baby." Right before their eyes, a figure walked by the window and back out of sight again. "It heard you!" the first boy hissed. "No, it didn't." Dudley Dursley sneered "Ghosts don't hear, they don't do anything, they aren't real." But the both stood there for a moment. "Get the balloons, come on." Dudley hissed at his friend. The boy reluctantly pulled out a few water balloons from the pocket of his coat. "And you're sure the ghost only comes back during the summer?"

"Positive, you never see the lights on any other time of year, do you?"

"I don't know; we live on the other side of town. Not by this dump." the other boy wrinkled his nose in spite of himself

Dudley took a balloon and a breath. "Ready?" he asked

"Ready."

And without further ado, both boys threw the balloons at the window, one after the other. The first ballon simply shattered on the glass, drenching the brown lawn in wet. The other, however, went straight through and shattered the glass. "Shit shit shit." yelled Dudley, but before they could move, the door opened and they saw the ugliest man they'd ever seen. His face was so pale it was almost white, and his black hair hung in greasy curtains around his face. But what was so terrifying, at least for Dudley, was the robes this man wore. They were, in fact, robes, but the kind he knew his cousin to wear. And all in one horrifying moment, Dudley knew what this man was. "Run!" he screamed

And so, the two boys turned their back on Snape, and ran for their lives, back down Spinners End, back across the river. Snape watched them go with a vindictive hatred. Turning back, he slammed the door shut and with a wave of his wand, the broken glass flew back into place in its pane, and the water was Vanished from the floor. Albus Dumbledore chuckled slightly from an armchair across the room. "What," spat Snape as he sat back down in his own arm chair "is so funny?"

"Youth." he answered simply "Not that you had one in this house." he added sadly

Snape snorted "What, my drunken father beating the shit out of my mother every night? I thought that happened to everyone." he ended sarcastically.

Albus was silent for a moment. "Perhaps we should get back to our conversation."

Snape just looked at him. "What more is there to discuss?" I've told you everything I can about the meetings and Draco's predicament, right up to Bellatrix and her sister waltzing in here yesterday. She's pregnant Albus."

He looked disturbed "Narcissa?"

"No. Bellatrix. I wasn't supposed to hear it myself, but that's the rumor, yes."

"And the father?"

Snape didn't say anything. Dumbledore sighed "That's a bridge we'll have to cross when we arrive there."

"If the Dark Lord doesn't just murder his child outright."

"I can see how the thought of raising a slave, pure and from scratch, would appeal to Lord Voldemort."

"And yet, we put that particular battle off for some boy who is woefully arrogant-"

"Enough Severus." said Dumbledore "I do not wish to discuss Harry Potter-"

"I was talking about Draco. His father is in prison. He doesn't need to suffer beatings every holiday, with the promise that there's more coming if he doesn't live up to the family name. And yet, he thinks killing you is the way to do that. Even Lucius would tell him it's a suicide mission."

"Suicide mission or not, he needs to do it to keep alive Severus, and since we know about it, we can prevent certain mishaps from happening."

"Tightening security, I presume?"

"Among other things."

Snape nodded, looking weary. Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the fireplace. "If there are anymore meetings, come to the castle or Floo me right away."

"Of course."

"Then I am fortunate I have you Severus." And with a crackle and a flash of green, he was gone.

Snape looked at the fire for a moment, and then grabbed a piece of parchment from the side table where Albus was sitting and went to the basement. There were tables that lined the walls, three cauldrons on each, and a cage of Nifflers and a cupboard were in the corner. Pulling the string for the bulb on the ceiling, he walked over to the corner and pulled ingredients and Niffler food from there before going to the third cauldron on the right. Setting the list of potions Madam Pomfry wanted down, he got to work, and as he did, his thoughts drifted. Dudley Dursley is getting bigger and bigger. He snorted to himself. He knew it was him because he had seen Petunia in a shop a few years previous. Dudley had been with her but Harry, thankfully, was nowhere to be found. I wouldn't make an effort to be with those people either. He laughed as he remembered how red Petunia had gotten before ushering her son out of the shop. He wasn't surprised that she had never moved out of town, honestly. Lily, on the other hand, had wanted to go so badly it hurt. They were sitting in the Spot once and he remembered her saying "...never told me there were more wizarding villages then just Hogsmeade Sev! How many are there, when can I go?" He knew it was ages ago, but it still felt like it had only been a year or two. Is this what getting old is like? Lily will never know… Somehow, that bothered him. He, of course, had been the first to know that she was marked for death, but the idea that she would never grow old got to him sometimes. Before he could stop himself, he wondered if that thought ever haunted Harry Potter as well.

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