CHAPTER 6

Sweeping past us into the house and locking it firmly again, he turned around with a look of horror on his face, and said, "I can't believe what I've done", then sank to the floor with his head in his hands. It took us a while to restore him, his bouts of shaking fits terrible. He looked at us with his bloodshot eyes, and murmured, "Do you have anything to drink?" We found the fire whisky, and Snape finally sat down and told us his story, of how Dumbledore had pleaded with him, how Harry had seen him do it, how he had had to run back to the death eaters to continue his cover, and how Dumbledore had asked him to tell us all this, so that we wouldn't be mad. It took us several days to nurse him back to a respectable health, where he finally agreed to take us up to Hogwarts castle.

The air was still, and the dark mark was still flying over the top of Hogwarts. "Horrible, isn't it?" he muttered, as he pulled out of his wand to remove it. Peter stopped him, "Wait, Mormordre, right?" and he pulled out his wand and muttered an incantation that dissipated it at once. Snape just looked at us and shook his head, as we made our way up to the castle gates.

We reached Dumbledore's office without a glitch, however, a gargoyle was guarding it, and it appeared we needed a password to get in; this was when my gut instinct cut in. "Cockroach cluster, and Sherbet Lemons. It has to be both. Right?" In answer to my question the gargoyle swung open, revealing steps up to his office, and finally there, Peter and I found what we were looking for; his pensieve.

Snape sensing what we were about to do, stepped in front of it, "Do you really want to know your past?" he questioned, looking uncomfortably at me, and most of all Peter, "It's not all that pleasant"

PETER

I stepped up to Snape, I knew it was time to reveal what I knew. "I know what I am Severus", I replied, "I know who my father is, I could see it in your eyes when you came that first day, however, I don't know anything about my other half, and Violet doesn't know anything about hers, but guessing from that day, I'd say her mother was someone you fancied, as you couldn't seem to get over the fact she was there." Snape blushed and I knew I was right, and moved away as we finally got a chance to see our lives. Six little memories loomed at the top of the Jar, and holding hands, we stepped into the first one.