Snape sat back in his chamber quietly, waiting for news from Dumbledore on his next move. How was he supposed to pretend to kill innocent muggles. But Dumbledore seemed to have an idea. Suddenly the roaring fire turned emerald green and Dumbledores head appeared before him. The poor man looked very worn. Every crease in his weathered face was crinkled with concern. At once he launched into the whole story about Harry and his family. Snapes head was in a whirl, abuse, ill, nearly dead, wot was he supposed to do! He felt responsible somehow, felt that he must be there for the boy. But why? He had no idea, he gathered his belongings and headed for the door he needed to get pomfrey aswell. Shame really, she annoyed snape greatly, but if it would help? As he approached the staircase he felt his insides knot in fear, wot if potter couldn't be saved? He didn't know why he cared so much, but a promise is a promise, even snape wasn't that callous. But one thing was for sure he wasn't going to let any one else know how he felt. No matter how hard it got he would have to deal with this sudden attack of consciousness himself!!!

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