You turn around slowly, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You saw him standing about 5 feet away in the middle of the corridor. He stood there with both hands in his pockets and with an awkward smile on his face.

"I guess there's more to you than what Harry was complaining about, then," he says, with a nervous laugh. You hear Hermione groan and put her head in her hands.

"You shouldn't have heard that," She says, her voice muffled, despairing.

"Er, I sort of guessed that already, Hermione." He says uncomfortably.

"So what where you doing- spying on me. Did Harry send you?" you say coldly, already sick to death of Harry, Hogwarts and others when you could be out doing useful things for the order. Ron's ears go a bright shade of red, but his face is determined and angry.

"I am not Harry's Lapdog- whatever you may think! Yes, I did come here to ask you what was going on cause of what Harry said, but only cause he's my best mate and Hermione was with you! I'm truly sorry I overheard all that, but I couldn't help it. Now, you can either tell me what the hell is going on or I can go ask Harry for myself!" he yells at you. You both stand there in silence facing each other, panting after your shouting match. Hermione stands by you, practically tearing her face off with her nails. You hear footsteps echoing up the corridor, coming towards you. You turn around and see the person you thought it least likely to be.

"Severus Snape!" you growl, you pulling out your wand. When he sees you he practically falls over, his face turning an even more death pale than usual, he also pulls out his wand. His lip curls over as he surveys you. You feel a tug at your sleeve and see Hermione give you a pleading look.

"Please, Mil, a lot of things have changed since you were here!" she whispers desperately.

"I doubt that 100 years would make a lot of difference come about to Snivellius Snape!" you spit, he snarls at you. Ah! You think- hit a weak spot have I? You always could. "Poor greasy, ugly, nasty, swotty, little kid that you were- can't say that you've changed much though!" you feel a huge swoop of satisfaction as you see him twitch- always a sure sign that you're getting to him.

"I think you'll find that a lot of things have changed around here, Miss de Migntot." He sneers, "Along with a few of your friends, the pecking order has changed- placing you round about bottom I should say! Me being closer to the top!" He smiles at you smugly. You feel as though you could explode with anger, how dare he speak about you and your friends that way! He wasn't worthy to speak their names!

"Since when have you been even on the pecking order- last time I saw you were the one stood next to Voldemort when he cursed me into oblivion, laughing, I seem to recall, and I can't see much of the order forgiving you for that in a hurry. You know- I always wondered what the dark mark tattoo looked like- mind if I see?" you say with a quiet hatred, Hermione gasps at this, Ron takes a step back behind you and Snape's nostrils flare. Suddenly- quicker than lightening you both begin to yell incantations at each other when you hear a commanding, powerful voice yell,

"WHAT IS GOING ON!" Dumbledore strides up to you both, eyes blazing with fury. "Miss Granger, Mr Weasly, kindly go to your lessons. Mademoiselle, Professor Snape- follow me." You follow Dumbledore, silently pondering the word 'professor'. Surely Snape couldn't be teaching at Hogwarts. Dumbledore couldn't have forgiven him! He had killed countless people, watched, no laughed, while Voldemort had tried to murder you! This wasn't just the boy you had made fun of as a child, this was the man; a murderer and megalomaniac! You reach Dumbledore's office, he invites you to sit, Snape refuses- you raise your eyebrows at him and flop into an armchair. Dumbledore takes a seat behind his desk and suveys the two of you silently. You begin to feel uncomfortable.

"I must say, I expected more from the two of you. You are both in your own ways adults and responsible people- not children!" he says disappointedly.

"Albus! You're not saying he is a teacher here! This man stood by Voldemort, laughing, while-he-tried-to-kill-me! He is a murderer, a death-eater!" You yell standing up. You see Snape stiffen slightly.

"Amilie- many things have changed." Dumbledore sighs.

"But the past has not changed! There is nothing you can do to make that change! Please, Albus! You must see it from my point of view! This is one of the men I have hated my whole life- spent my whole life working against! And when I return, here he is. A Professor, which you are protecting! Many things have changed, but not that." You say, a single tear rolls down your face. Dumbledore sighs softly.

"Amilie- my dear. Not long after we lost you Severus turned spy for the order and has since become a valued member. He has helped a great many and sincerely regrets his previous life. Sirius himself forgave-"

"No." You whisper, "Sirius knew what he did to me, he would never have even spoken to a monster like him!" Tears pour down your face. You feel so betrayed, so lost that you can hardly see anymore.

"Amilie- dear. Sirius loved you to the very end, never doubt that." He says softly. You turn to Snape and stare at him, trying desperately to see the good that you know Albus must see to trust him. But it is hopeless, every time you see his face, you picture him laughing, a twisted picture and experience the pain, the fear, the end all over again.

"I…I' am…I' am sorry, Miss De Migntot," You hear Snape stutter awkwardly. You simply shake your head and whisper, "I need time." Dumbledore nods.

"We all do, we all do. Time is a true healer," You walk out of Dumbledore's office, confused and lonely. You reach the common room and find Hermione waiting for you.

"Oh, Millie! I' m so sorry!" She whispers, hugging you tightly and you cry your heart out.

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