Authors Notes: No money made, but lots of time wasted. Companion to "Poised on the Cusp of a Dream." Exactly 100 words. Thank you for your reviews. This is one of my first plot driven fics. Let me know how the story goes.
Title: Preparing
Dumbledore closed his eyes from the torment, loneliness, grief, anger, and love he felt skirting the black depths of his dear protégé, "I cannot Severus; she has bound the office until she believes you understand. I am here for you only, and she has more to divulge I fear."
Snape stiffened heaving himself into a chair preparing as if anticipating a meeting with the long dispatched Dark Lord, who was preferable to the Grey Lady. He thought she was preparing for the most unforgivable of all.
"I estimate it took him 20 years to find the spell," she continued hauntingly.
