*All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm not making any money off this.

With the touch of Harry's wand, a cloud-like fog began to shimmer across the cloth.

"I think it's working." Hermione whispered as they crouched behind a large chair close to the fireplace in case anyone should wake up and walk in on them. Since it was now past midnight, they'd turned out all the lights, save the faint glow of Hermione's muggle flashlight.

Slowly shadowy images morphed into more recognizable forms and flickered on the cloth as if a silent movie were playing.

What they saw was a tall, dark haired boy anywhere from fourteen to sixteen years old slowly walking into a dimly lit hall. There were several shadowy figures in the distance, but it was so dark, only the flickering light from the candelabras along the dungeon-like walls showed evidence of others being there at all. The boy appeared to have Snape's features, though his hair was about chin length and instead of hollow black eyes like dark tunnels, they seemed to be full of apprehension or terror.

As the boy walked on, slowly it could be seen that the figures were dressed in long, dark robes with faces hidden by what Harry now recognized as Death Eater masks.

Suddenly the boy seemed to stumble forward as if pushed from behind. The boy turned around to see a tall unmasked figure dressed like the others with short grey hair and cruel, angry eyes glaring at him. The older man of roughly 45 years of age, appeared to resemble Snape as an adult in height and skin tone and seemed to yell something at the boy, nudging him to continue walking forward at a quicker pace.

"Whoa!" Hermione whispered wide-eyed at Harry. "Do you think the boy is Professor Snape?"

"Must be." Breathed Harry in disbelief. "He looks about our age."

As the boy walked down into the hall with the older man close behind him, the Death Eaters parted on each side of them as the two made their way to one giant, central figure standing in tall dark robes. He appeared to be standing on a slightly elevated platform, almost altar-like, and a large green snake was coiled at his side near his thick black boots.

The older man behind the boy gave a quick but sharp kick to the back of the boy's knees, and his hand pushed down forcefully on his head so that the boy was now kneeling with head down at the tall figure's feet. He appeared to be shaking slightly.

Harry felt a dull ache in his scar and a bit ill in the stomach as he sensed the central figure was none other than Lord Voldemort himself.

The grey-haired man appeared to be giving some type of speech as he turned to address the other Death Eaters and then back to the man on the platform.

The central figure began to speak and slowly the boy lifted up his head and rose to a kneeling position so that he was eye level to the man's knees. The boy, who looked more terrified than ever slowly rolled up the sleeve of his robe and held out his arm as his head bowed back down towards the floor. He appeared to be responding to whatever had been said to him.

Just then the man on the platform put his left hand upon the boy's head causing the boy to shudder slightly. His right hand lifted a wand and pointed it at the boy's arm. Suddenly a bright light like a lightening bolt shot out of the wand and the boy's arm seemed to explode in a burst of smoke and light.

The boy collapsed fully on the ground and appeared to convulse and tremor for about 30 seconds.

The grey- haired man seemed to be laughing before he pulled his mask over his face. The boy slowly composed himself and slightly rose up to reveal the dark mark which now branded his hurt arm. He appeared injured, but slowly got to his feet and made a short little bow at the central figure before staggering to the sidelines with the other Death Eaters. His eyes remained fearful, yet seemed now to be a bit glazed over, possibly from the pain he'd just endured.

Just then, the scene began to dissolve in a fog.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione said a little too loudly. "What did we just see?"

Harry's scar throbbed mildly. "I don't knowI think I think that maybe it might have been Snape becoming a Death Eater."

"So young though? Did you see his eyes Harry?"

"I know Mione. It was like he waslike he was like he was a human being or something" Harry blinked thoughtfully.

"Of course he's a human being Harry." Hermione chided. "But it was like he was being forced into it or something."

The two stared silently at the now completely foggy cloth for several uncomfortable minutes. Finally Harry spoke again.

"Ththat still doesn't mean he's not trying to kill me. We still don't know what he's up to."

"Well, we can try another scene if you'd like." Hermione offered.

Harry looked around the dark, empty common room nervously before slowly touching his wand to the cloth once again. His heart beat faster as he tried not to think paranoid thoughts about Snape somehow finding out he had broken into his office.

*Author's Note: Coming upSecrets from Sev's childhood, why he hates James and Harry so much, reason he left Voldie, spying troubles and lots of cauldrons blowing upMight have to change to NC-17 laterit's not really R yet though. Will get much darker.

Plus: Where the heck was Snape that night? Does he catch Harry?

So whaddaya think so far? Please reviewcomments, suggestions, complaints? Give me a reason to write more of this instead of my thesis. Hee hee ;-)