Severus looked around. He was standing on something white, and somewhat fluffy. Actually, everything was white. "I suppose I am dead," he said aloud. "I sure hope Potter appreciates this."
"Yes, I do, actually."
Severus looked up, he knew that voice. "Lily?"
she stepped out of the mist. "Yeah. Hey Sev."
Severus smiled slightly. "Hey, Lily."
"I wanted to thank you, for keeping an eye on my son," she said, stepping closer and kissing him on the cheek. Severus stared at her in shock. "And this is for making him miserable!" she said, punching him, hard, on the shoulder.
Snape rubbed his shoulder. "I suppose I deserved that."
"Yep," said another familiar voice. Snape almost groaned.
Out of the mist stepped James Potter. "You did deserve that. But you deserved the kiss as well. So be glad because that's the only time my wife will be kissing you." He grinned. "But truly, thank you Severus."
"Severus?"
"That's your name, isn't it?"
"You never called me it."
James shrugged. He walked away.
"So. Now what?" Snape asked.
Lily inclined her head. "Come on." She led him off into the mist. When it cleared, he saw a Quidditch game in progress. James shot over on his broom. "Hey Snivellus, can you ride a broom?"
Snape scowled. "Of course."
"Great!" James conjured a broom from thin air. "Remus ditched us for Tonks, so we're short a player." he tossed Snape the broom.
Snape caught it, but looked surprised. "You want me to play with you?"
"Well duh. Unless you want to go listen to Dumbledore talk. And talk. And talk. Boring old fart if you ask me. So are you in?"
Severus Snape grinned, hopping on the broom. "Fine, Potter, I'm in."