A/N The song is POD Youth of a nation.
Who's to blame
for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
Miles away from the Riddle manor, in a magical castle in the heart of Scotland an old man sat. His hair and beard, colored Grey with time almost touched the floor. His eyes usually filled with a twinkle, held none as he sat and waited for Severus Snape, professor and potions master of Hogwarts to return.
Exactly on time as uaual the old gargoyle that served as an entrance to his office slid down and moments later Severus stalked in.
"Ah Severus, my dear boy would you care for some tea, or a lemon drop?" The old man, also know as Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards in the world offered with a kind gesture.
Severus sighed. "Albus, how many times have I told you I don't like candy? Especially lemon drops?" Albus' eyes took on their renowned twinkle as he popped into his mouth a lemon drop. Then placed his hands on top of the desk to study Severus.
Snape was the first to start the gruesome conversation.
"They took a family of pure bloods from America Albus. The Neverwinters, Vera Neverwinter was a potion maker of fine quality, only a few years from being a potions mistress herself. Voldemort had them all killed, but one twin daughter. She saw her family murdered in from of her eyes and went into shock."
That I feel inside,
I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
As the talk of events unfolded the headmasters eyes lost their twinkle, and his appearance visibly aged.
"Oh, the poor child, I know you will do everything in your power to help young Ms. Neverwinter out Severus." The headmaster acknowledged with a nod of his head.
I guess that's the way
the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
"There is also reason to believe that Ms. Neverwinter inherited her talent for potion making from her mother." Severus gulped down the rest of his now cold tea, and rose from the old stuffed chair. "Well there are lesson plans to review and student papers to fail, I must go Albus."
There's got to be more
to life than this
There's got to be more
to everything I thought exists.
As Severus Snape walked out of the room, Albus Dumbledore sat thinking of the events that had transpired earlier in the evening. The child, her capture, her family. There were notes to be sent to any remaining relatives, and the Order of the Phoenix needed a meeting to be called. The members needed to know about Ms. Neverwinter's innocence. Far to many innocents had been lost in this war already.
