Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything Harry Potter.
Snape glanced around to make sure no one was looking. Satisfied he ran outside the castle doors and down the lane to Hogsmeade. Several student and teacher couples stared at the strange robed figure, but shrugged and quickly forgot about it.
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Voldemort apparated into the Hogsmeade square. All of a sudden, everyone in the vicinity began to scream and pull out wands.
"What the hell?!" Voldemort said as curses began to fly at him. Then he realized his cape hood was down. "Crap," he muttered, pulling out his wand. A few spells–and curse words- later, everyone in the square had had their memory modified. Making his way towards an alley he spotted the boy who just didn't know how to die, Harry Potter. Voldemort felt a spark of anger ignite and instantly die. "This is hopeless. I can't even hate Harry Potter! Stupid Valentine's day," he fumed.
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The bell to Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop jingled pleasantly. "Ah, Mr. Riddle. The window is all set up for you." Madame Puddifoot said. Snape already sat the table drinking butterbeer. Voldemort took the remaining butterbeer and the two men looked at each other. And burst into tears. The Muffliato Charm that they had set up prevented any sound from coming out, but two grown men in dark cloaks crying hysterically tends to draw attention.
"Lily!" Snape wailed.
"Minerva!" Voldemort sobbed.
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A few minutes later they composed themselves. "How's Minerva doing?" Voldemort asked weakly.
"Well, she's still-" At that moment, Dumbledore and McGonagall stepped into the shop. They looked as if they were on a date.
Snape paled. "Oh crap."