Okay, here's the next chapter.
"Stay here." Snape's voice was like acid. "Don't move." The three boys were too appalled to say anything back. Snape left the room, sweeping his cloak like an overlarge bat as he glided away.
Severus Snape was not a happy man. He thought he'd never see James Potter again, but somehow, some way, he managed to come back to make Snape's life garbage again. Now, not only did he have to convince The Dark Lord not to kill, them, he had to tell Dumbledore's portrait as well. Not to mention what Potter's spawn would say when he found out. Then Snape reached the entrance to his office.
"Evans," Snape said curtly to the gargoyle. As he walked up the stone steps, he began to worry. What would The Dark Lord say?
As he reached his desk, Dumbledore's portrait spoke to him.
"What is it, Severus?" he asked, noting the furious expression on Snape's face.
"They're back again," Snape hissed venomously.
"Who's back?" Dumbledore asked calmly. Curse him, Snape thought. He is always so calm and rational.
"You know perfectly well, Dumbledore!" Snape hissed again. "Potter, Black, and Lupin. At age seventeen."
Dumbledore only looked surprised for a moment. Then he regained his normal composure. "Severus, you know what you must do," he said urgently. "Convince Vold…"
"The name has a taboo!" Snape was back to hissing again.
"My dear man," Dumbledore chuckled. "I doubt Lord Voldemort will care about an old portrait saying his name."
"I suppose you're right," Snape sighed. "He won't be easy to convince, Dumbledore."
"Show him flattery," Dumbledore told him. "Use his own weapon against himself."
Snape was confused, but he didn't say anything. He simply headed toward his sleeping quarters. When he arrived, he knelt at the foot of his bed and pressed his dark mark to his mouth.
"My Lord," Snape whispered into the mark.
"What is it, Snape?" A high cold voice answered him back.
"My Lord, the Potter boy's father and two accomplices have arrived here from twenty years ago."
"Excellent." Now The Dark Lord's voice filled with pleasure. It made Snape feel slightly sick. "Kill him, so that his son will never be born."
"My Lord," Snape whispered. "I have something different in mind."
"Yes?" Snape could almost see Voldemort fingering his wand wondering whether to curse him or not.
"Well," Snape began. He decided to employ Dumbledore's advice. "We all know that you will defeat him, regardless of how."
"Yes," The Dark Lord whispered. "That is so."
"Would if we kept Potter and his friends alive?"
"What do you mean?" Voldemort sounded cruel again.
"They could see our new regime, watch how their world crumbles around them," Snape started to sound excited. "Then, when you finally do defeat Potter, you could use my Pensive to show it to them."
"I like that idea," Voldemort sounded thoughtful. "Introduce them to the new way things are run around here. Yes, that is fine, Snape. Show them to their new home."
Snape turned away and walked back into the office.
"So?" The portrait of the last headmaster questioned.
"For a time, it will work," Snape said bitterly.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Let Mr. Longbottom show them around. He can explain the predicament to them, if you wish."
Snape nodded and left the office to find his forever worst enemies.