New friend

"So he is a Death Eater!"

"Was, Minerva, was," stated Dumbledore kindly. "He is not anymore."

"Of course not, when You-Know-Who is gone. But what if he returns one day?"

"It was Severus, who warned me about Potters, Minerva. It is not his fault that they died, but thanks to him they had had at least a chance."

Potters. Sure, Severus was once friend of Lily, but then she married his greatest enemy and had a son with him... And he was still willing to help them all? Minerva was thinking about it all the way to the dungeons.

"Professor Snape," she addressed quietly a man who was sitting in an empty Potion's class.

"Professor McGonagall."

"Do you need anything?"

He looked at her and she saw his tired, exhausted face. Yes, Albus was right and she was wrong. This sad boy was on their side.

"You know, we should stop this formal addressing each other, call me Minerva."

"Well I hope you won't take it back when Slytherin wins this year's Quidditch Cup," he answered with a faint ghost of a smile around his lips.

"You wish, Severus."

"Wait and see, Minerva."

Yes, Albus was right. This man was a friend.