"Snape is playing as the Teacher's Keeper?!?" Harry Potter couldn't believe his ears.
He was still wearing Dudley's oversized blue jeans and dingy red shirt from last night when the Grangers had rescued from his family. Surprisingly Uncle Vernon had reacted better towards Hermione's family then to Ron's but perhaps that was because when Mr. Granger called, he paid Vernon every complement he could think of. Vernon glared at Hermione once or twice but otherwise, he was well behaved. Harry and Hermione was picked up by Charlie Weasley later that evening.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she glanced up to Harry and Ron, who were both reclining on Ron's dirty bedroom floor looking over magazines. She was reading a book on Ancient Runes. "Why should it be such a surprise?" She asked. "Professor Snape played on the Slytherin for almost three years. They played him as a Keeper mainly but he was best as a Seeker."
"How do you know?"
"Professor Sinistra told me." She answered calmly.
"Why would she know?"
"She's friends with him."
"Snape has friends?" Ron made a face that describe what Harry's feelings on the subject again. Hermione made a sound and threw a book at Ron.
"Why did he quit?" Harry asked. He loved Qudditch and couldn't understand why someone would give it up.
"He never told her. He just stopped in his fourth year, mid-season. Sad part was, it was the year he played Seeker. If he hadn't of quit, your dad wouldn't have led Gryffindor to victory that year."
Harry stood and walked to Hermione's chest. He began to dig through it. She had books galore and normally he wouldn't be caught dead reading any of them. But there was one book, she would have. It was an old scrap book from the school days of his parents. She had gotten it from McGonagall and had showed him it once. He didn't like it.
Gingerly he flipped through the pages of the moving wizards, many of them no longer alive because of Death Eaters or Voldemort. And those future Death Eaters were staring at him up now. A group of students stared at him smugly. They were the rich kids, the adversaries of the Marauders. They were called playfully the Illuminatti.
A younger but no less brooding version of Severus Snape was with them. He seemed terribly out of place among them, and he was sulking in the corner of the picture looking at not at happy to be there. He looked tired, wary but proud of himself. He was wearing green robes that were cut to bare minium. A Seeker's uniform, sleek and loose allowing movement. He appeared to be carrying something in his left arm but it was cut from the picture. Harry slid the picture out of its place and read it.
"The Hogwarts Illuminatti and Slytherin Seeker. Slytherin verus Gryffindor, final score 320 to 160."
"He broke the tie." Harry said. "He won the game."
"That was his last one too." Hermione said softly.
"So why did he quit?"
"Maybe his hair got in his face." Ron joked.
Harry laughed hollowly and glanced back unto the page, wondering.
