"Lils, please," sixteen-years-old Severus begged, chasing an auburn-haired teenager with strikingly green eyes.

She spun around, her eyes flashing an even brighter green (almost morbidly the same hue as the killing curse). "Don't call me Lils."

"Lily," conceded Severus. "I'm sorry. Potter and Black were provoking me! I didn't mean to -"

"It just slipped out," she, Lily, said rather wryly. "Funny, that seems to happen more and more lately, now that you've been hanging around Malfoy." She exhaled deeply. "I can't do this anymore, Severus. You changed, I changed, and our friendship did not change."

"How's that bad?"

Before Lily could answer, an iridescent light danced around them. Surprised, Lily involuntarily reached out for the closest thing to grab (in this case, her former friend's forearm) and her wand hand to her wand. Severus' heart raced - partly due to Lily's touch and partly due to the strange colors of light - and he reached for his wand to protect his companion.

Then the light dissipates leaving behind five teenagers. Lily quickly pocketed her wand, uncertain if they were witches and wizards, and ran over to a younger dark-haired boy for assistance.

"Excuse me, what's your name, are you okay," Lily asked, shaking the boy, recalling the quick paramedic training that a cousin had taught her. "My name's Lily Evans. I'm here to help."

"What," the boy incoherently said, and although with his vision hazy, he could clearly see eyes identical to him and his own father.

Severus had his wand out on instinct and did not lower it. There was next to no chance that the five were Muggles, not appearing from thin air like they had. But a trap of some kind, that struck him as a fair possibility. They were at war, after all. And maybe the Muggles had it coming, but he would never let anyone harm a hair on Lily Evans' head, even if it ruined his chances with Lucius Malfoy and the Death Eaters.

"Lily, stand back," he ordered.

She ignored him. "Are you okay?" she asked, tapping the shoulders of the boy.

"Gonna kill James," the boy muttered.

At that name, Severus went as stiff as a hound that had caught a scent. He edged around the group to see them from a better angle. One was a strikingly beautiful young woman with reddish blond hair. Another was a girl with bushy red hair a year or so younger them him and Lily. A younger boy and girl looked to be just about Hogwarts age; the boy also had red hair, while the girl was dark skinned. But then there was the boy Lily was leaning over. He was probably thirteen or fourteen. And he looked a lot like James Potter. Severus knew his tormentor was a spoiled only child, but perhaps this was a cousin?

"Are you talking about James Potter?" Severus asked.

The boy blinked, trying to bring his eyes into focus. "Yeah."

"Do you need help," Lily asked, feeling more at ease that the boy knows James. She may not always be in good terms with James Potter, but even she knew that he hung around good people.

Albus felt like he had been clocked between the eyes. His head was swimming. One of his cousins was leaning over him, at least he assumed so, since all he could see was a fall of red hair. But wait, there were definitely green eyes. Only he and his dad had green eyes in the whole family, unless it was Teddy. But that other voice that had just spoken. It sounded familiar, but wrong somehow too.

"Grandpa?" he groaned and with an effort fully opened his eyes and sat up.

Severus and Lily looked over their respective shoulders, turning back at the boy with perplexed looks. They saw no grandfathers in the park, it was just the seven of them.

"Grandpa," came a quiet voice, the youngest boy was aroused by Albus' voice. He groggily sat up, Lily ran over to help him. He looked up, gray-blue eyes lighting up once he found Severus. "Grandpa? Are you messing with me? You look young."

Severus just stood there with his mouth ajar and his wand frozen in place. So many thoughts ran through his head, yet none were registering as he stared at the redheaded boy and the green-eyed boy (who dislikes Potter) intently stared back at him.

"That's not your grandpa, sweetie," Lily said, jumping into "teenaged girl mode" the popular phenomenon where if a teenaged girl sees a cute kid, then she must coo and/or assist immediately. "What's your name? Do you know where you are?"

Arthur blinked, eying Severus, passed Lily, and then looked at his older cousins with uncertainty. As the youngest grandchild, he tended to let his cousins and sister do all the talking. But with Dominique, Rose, and Roxanne either still knocked out cold or beginning to arouse and Albus numbly looking at the older teenager who shared remarkable resemblances to his beloved grandfather. Arthur found himself with no choice but to answer the girl.

"I'm Arthur and no," he said shaking his head, soon stopped after a dizzy spell. "You look like my cousin Lily with your red hair, but your nose is more like James'. But you have Al's eyes. Why?" Then he pointed at Severus. "And you do look like my grandpa but really, really young grandpa. Right, Al?"

Unlike Arthur, Albus had looked through the photo album that Hagrid had made for his father many years ago. There were no photos of young Severus Snape in there (he claimed to be camera shy, and he did always appear skulking in the back when Molly insisted on a family photo), but there were plenty of pictures of Lily Potter. Or, rather, Lily Evans.

Two disturbing thoughts crossed Albus' mind. One: Either he was hallucinating, someone had time traveled, or there were people impersonating his long-dead paternal grandmother and a young version of his maternal step-grandfather. Two: His long-dead paternal grandmother was cute. Nothing could be more mortifying than that.

"Al?" Arthur craned his head to see his cousin's frozen face. "You okay?"

"You might want to take care of your friend," Severus told the older boy shortly. He had not put his wand away, but he was pointing it at the ground. "He seems to be Confunded." His mind was whirling, meanwhile. The boy, named Arthur, had definitely mentioned a cousin James. The black-haired boy could very well be Potter's cousin—there was a definite resemblance—but if this was some sort of prank he couldn't make head or tail of it. Still, he kept his guard up.

"What did you say your name is?"

"Al," the boy croaked.

"Al what?"

There was a groan, and one of the girls pushed herself up. She had bushy red hair that had escaped its headband and thus was rustled with leaves and twigs. "Grandpa? What's going on?"

"There are no grandpas here," Severus grated out. This was getting ridiculous.

"Grandpa! I think I fell off my broom," the youngest girl groaned, rubbing her head.

Severus' eye twitched. That was four out of five thinking he was some sort of old geezer.

Lily's lips quirked as she glanced at him. "I guess you sound like a grandpa, Sev." His heart twisted; for a moment, she seemed to have forgotten they were no longer friends.

The eldest of these five grandchildren blinked owlishly, intently looking at Lily - noting some resemblances to her uncle Harry - before studying Severus. She chewed on a silvery blond strand absentmindedly. Severus, with mild disgust, watched the blond, pale teenager, who had to be a couple or so years older than him, gnawing on her hair. Yet despite the horridness of the gnawing, Severus felt a jolt in his stomach at the way the sunlight casted an ethereal glow on the older girl's hair and her dark blue eyes glistening with intrigue, that he couldn't help but stare. And she noticed it and her hair fell out of her mouth, leaving her mouth ajar. She, Dominique, knew that even though she, her sister, and her brother all had a quarter of veela blood, it was still enough to cause teenagers' hormones to skyrocket. She and Victoire used to practice their aunt Ginny's infamous bat bogey hex and her beloved step-grandpa would slip in potions, unbeknownst to her grandmother and parents (although Dominique had a sneaky suspicious that her father was in on it), in their trunks at the start of term. Yet here Dominique, face to face with her grandfather in the past, and knowing that her grandpa's teenaged hormones could not control themselves against her genes.

"What's going on and why are you calling him," Lily's voice broke through, a finger jabbing at Severus seemingly forgetting that she had previously used an affectionate nickname on him, "Grandpa? He's sixteen. Did James or Sirius put you up to it?"

"James Sirius," Rose, without skipping a beat, corrected before blushing scarlet. "I mean, uh, who?"

"Sixteen," Albus echoed feverishly. His grandparents were two years older - the same age as his older brother.

"You're sixteen," Arthur squealed. "Cool! Like James!"

"Yes, I know that Potter is sixteen, I've known him since first year," Severus said through gritted teeth, as Arthur's grin fell.

"But how," Roxanne asked, rubbing her hand on her temple as Rose dutifully inspected it.

"Who are you," Lily asked, her patience thinning. "I'm assuming you are wizards and witches, based on appearing out of nowhere. You know James and Sirius, thinks Sev is your grandpa, and I look like his sister Lily. Which is coincidentally is my name." She exhaled. "You - Al wasn't it? - answer, or you," she pointed at Dominique, "you look you could be the oldest."

Dominique warily glanced at Severus, who turned away quickly. He could not think of someone else, not when he harbors a rather large crush on his oldest friend. Dominique looked at Albus, who shrugged, and Rose nursing Roxanne's head, and Arthur was thoroughly hurt by his grandfather's uncaring demeanor.

There was a deafening silence, at least inside Severus' head. Most people would think that five kids who appeared out of nowhere and introduced themselves as your grandchildren from the future were crazy. But Severus had done a report on time travel for History of Magic (not that Binns noticed, but being from a poor family, Severus knew the value of an education for itself). He knew this sort of thing was bizarre, but just this side of possible.

And, the older boy's eyes… They were Lily's eyes… And he had black hair. Did that mean…
Severus slammed down on that train of thought. Hope was toxic. It made you vulnerable and weak. He didn't dare meet Lily's eyes. She already wouldn't forgive him; she would actively hate him now! What if she thought he had put the kids up to this, as some sort of bizarre match-making stunt? The only thing he could do was shift the blame as quickly as possible.

"Very amusing," he said acidly. "Potter put you up to this, didn't he?"

"I did not!" the boy named Albus said indignantly, then paused in confusion. "Wait, which Potter?"

Well, Severus thought, that just confirmed it. The boy with Lily's eyes was surnamed Potter. Glancing at Lily, he had a momentary gratification to see her eyes as wide as saucers.

"The only Potter we know is named James." Severus did his best not to spit out the name.

"That's— Oh…" Albus looked extremely uncomfortable. He mumbled something about his brother under his breath.

"What is going on?" Lily sounded like she had the worst headache of her life. "Are you saying Sev and I get married?"

"Oh!" Dominique muttered a curse under her breath. "Okay, no. Lily, you're just Al's grandmother, from his dad's side. Grandpa—I mean Severus—you're all our grandfather… er, step-grandfather. From Al's mum's side, and for the rest of us through our dads."

"That," Severus said as drily as he could manage through his breaking heart, "is comforting on a number of levels. All will go cold before I would let anyone bearing the Snape name be called James."

"James Sirius," Albus said with a nervous grin. "I'm Albus Severus, if it helps."

"I marry who?" Lily yelped. Dominique winced. They really could be doing this better. Not that she had ever practiced how to explain the future to adolescent ancestors, but the poor Evans girl (it was too confusing to think of her as Lily) at this point looked close to having an apoplexy. Dominique couldn't blame her. Based on those names, she had no idea if she was marrying Severus Snape, James Potter, Sirius Black, or even Albus Dumbledore. "He's Albus Severus Potter, and we're all Weasleys, if that helps." It didn't.

She sighed, "He is our grandfather and you are Al - Albus' grandmother. I am Dominique, you know Albus. The redhead is Rose, she is helping Roxanne, and that's Arthur who idolizes our grandpa."

"That is absurd," Severus said slowly at the same time as Lily said:

"Impossible! If that was so, who do I marry?"

"James Potter," Albus answered this time, rather proudly.

"Uh huh," Lily snorted. "For nearly six years I barely tolerated him, now I'm going to marry him? Besides I'm dating Amos Diggory."

"Since when?"

"None of your business, Snape."

"Weasley," Lily squinted, she did not recall anyone in her year called Weasley, except during her first year. Wasn't her prefect a Weasley?

"Wizardry family," Severus responded in a low voice, almost nonchalantly and to no one in particular. "Full of redheads and boys."

"We have diversity now," Roxanne fumed, feeling much better thanks to Rose's Charms work. She never much liked it when schoolchildren take one look of her dark complexion and decide that she couldn't possibly be a Weasley. "I'm half-black, half-white. We have blonds and brunettes and girls in the family."

"In fact, Mum broke that curse," Albus pointed out with a smug look.

"You look like James," Lily yelped. "That smile - oh my! That's James, my James that is." She blushed. "Well, not my James, but the James Potter at my school, not your brother."

"I do," Albus' voice cracked in excitement.

"I knew you look like Uncle Harry," muttered Rose.

"I know you said I marry James, although I'm dating Amos," Lily said, now pacing back and forth. A habit of hers that Severus had grown accustom to (and dearly missed) when the two would study and the time travelers privately noted that their own Lily does the very same. "Just begun, but I quite care for him a lot. So, either I am being pranked by James and Sirius, I marry James - and we all know he fancied me since year one, - or his son marries my daughter producing us grandchildren." She took a deep breath, having not taken one in quite a while. "That is a lot to take in."

"But you believe us, don't you," Dominique said.

"Honestly," Lily began, before looking at Severus. She studied her former friend, watching his features and deducing what he believes. Even after their falling out, she could still read Severus like an open book. A fact that irritates her, as she wishes she could leave him behind completely. She turned to the others. Dominique was staring at her, her drop of veela blood slightly intimidating her to come up with an answer soon. Rose watched Severus, twirling an auburn curl around her finger. Roxanne eyed Lily, a spark of hope in her dark eyes. Arthur, wide eyed, smiled at Severus and Lily could tell that Arthur loved and admired Severus. She gave a soft smile, hoping that it was a sign that her former friend perhaps changed and left the group he calls friends. Then she turned to Albus, she did not know who "Uncle Harry" was but assumed he was Albus' father and James Potter's son. Albus, with his bright emerald green eyes and messy black hair (her mother's eyes and James' hair, she noted thoughtfully), waited expectantly for Lily to respond.

Her stomach churned.

"So, what do you think," Arthur asked softly.

"What do you think," she repeated to Severus.

"The boy - Albus - looks like you," was his only response.

"If this is true," Lily said, now standing still and facing the time travelers. "What happens next? Do we try and find our way to Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore?"

Dominique winced as the full implications came to her. What if, with knowledge of the future, Lily or Severus tried to change it? She wouldn't blame either of them. After all, one died young, and the other made some huge mistakes in his youth and spent the next twenty years paying for it. But if they tried to make those changes, there was a very good chance that at least some of her cousins wouldn't exist. In fact, Dominique doubted she would exist. Her mother never would have met her father if it wasn't for Uncle Harry being in the Triwizard Tournament, which wouldn't have happened if Voldemort wasn't out to get him.

But wouldn't it be right to try to improve things? If they told Dumbledore everything they knew, maybe Voldemort could be defeated sooner. Maybe they could save hundreds of lives, including some of their family members'. A litany of names ran through her mind—Arthur Weasley, Lily Potter, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black, Fabian and Gideon Prewett.

Rose came to the same conclusions a heartbeat later, but unlike her Gryffindor cousin, she wasn't about to wrestle with the morality of trying to make a better version of the future. The lives of those closest to her were at risk, and she was a proud Slytherin.

"No," she said quickly.

Lily blinked at her, startled.

Rose took a deep breath, thinking. "There are terrible consequences for muddling with time. My mum told me all about it. People disintegrate, they can cease to exist. And what if something worse happens?"

Lily heard the weight in her voice. "Worse than what?" she asked softly.

Rose hesitated. "I can't tell you," she said at last, shooting a furtive look at Dominique. The oldest hesitated, then nodded.

Arthur shifted uncomfortably. He had been looking at his grandfather. Severus Snape was the best person he knew. Arthur was proud to be named after Arthur Weasley I, was proud of being half Muggle just like he was proud of being a Slytherin. But in his heart, he had only one grandpa. Looking at this sixteen-year-old Severus, he didn't like what he saw.

Grandpa Severus had always been calm, and reserved, and logical. Sixteen-year-old Severus had a face like a mask, and his eyes were as dark as caves, full of bitterness and pain. Arthur realized that Severus had reached the beginning of all the self-destructive choices that would lead him down a very dark road. Grandpa Severus didn't talk about that time in his life much. The one time Arthur worked up the courage to ask about it, Severus had knelt down and put both hands on his shoulders.

"I am not going to give you details," he'd said. "Much of it doesn't bear repeating. But you deserve to know that I said and did terrible things, things I am deeply ashamed of. There are reasons, but there are no excuses, so I won't trouble you with them. Suffice it to say I was a lonely, confused, and angry young man who pursued what I thought was a chance for connection, recognition, and power, and it cost me everything. Remember, Art, if you are sorted into Slytherin, that this is not a uniquely Slytherin story. Every House has far too many."
And now Arthur's cousins were shaking their heads, forbidding him from warning Severus or even telling him that it would be all right. But surely, they could share a few good things, right? Just not the bad things that everyone would try to avoid.

"I'm a Slytherin, like you," he blurted out. "So are Rose and Lily—our Lily. Lily Luna." He hadn't had a chance to tell his grandpa in person yet, though he had received a proud letter and a ring, just like all the Slytherin grandkids got. "Look." Arthur pulled off the ring and thrust it into Severus' face.

Dumbfounded, Severus took the silver band inset with a tiny emerald. Engraved on the inside were the words "Slytherin half-blood."

"Why are you wearing this?" he asked, incredulity becoming disbelief. What kind of idiot advertised their half-blood status in Slytherin? It had brought him nothing but ridicule and struggle.

"No," Arthur said. Tears began to sting his eyes. "It's a good thing, see? I'm a half-blood in Slytherin like you. And it's great, I have so many friends. The purist stuff is over now, because of… of things I can't talk about."

"Like me," Severus echoed. "How do you know I'm a halfblood?"

"Because you're my grandpa," Arthur exclaimed, closing his fist around the ring. "You told me! You told me stuff about your role in the war and how you're the halfblood prince and about when purism was at its height! We told you time after time. You married our grandma, and that Lily is Al's other grandma."

"Arthur," Rose said, her voice low and she sounded scarily like her mother.

"No," Arthur shook his head. "I'm tired of everyone telling me to be quiet - to let others talk! I know they can't tell the future, but they should still have hope."

"But what if they change something," Roxanne said. "It's like that old movie we watched at our families' movie night, the one your mum really likes. Uh, Back to the Future," she picked at the blades of grass, "we might cease out of existence like Marty!"

No one else understood the reference, except for the intended person - Arthur. As Arthur and Roxanne's respective families, their fathers being twins and all, were always having weekly get-togethers and one night they watched an old muggle film of Arthur's mother's.

"We won't," Arthur said. "I know we won't. I trust Grandpa."

"Roxanne's right," Dominique said. "It's dangerous to meddle in time, I'm afraid we said too much. Al, Rose?"

"I'm with Art," Albus said, looking at his teenaged grandfather and then to the grandmother who he never met, the one his little sister was named after. Lily looked back at him and Albus felt a wave of familiarity. It was not just because Lily's vivid green eyes matched his and his father's or that she had a freckle to the right of her lip like his sister. No, it was a sort of familiarity that comes when two people of the same lineage meets, a familiarity where you know that this person will never leave you astray or hurt.

"I trust Grandpa and my grandmother," Albus explained, adding the next part as if to prove his trust: "My father's mother."

Dominique drew in a deep breath. "Sorry Al, Art, but that's still three to one, and as the oldest I have veto power. We've said too much already."

From the looks on Lily and Severus' faces, they definitely had. Both were churning through thoughts of their potential futures. Severus felt a deep ache, knowing that he and Lily would never be more than friends. Granted, he had known she wasn't interested in him, but he was only sixteen and he couldn't help but hope.

There was also anger. How dare this first year come spilling out all his secrets. If ever Lily had been going to forgive him, she wouldn't now that this child had started spouting off about purebloods and all sorts of "mistakes." Severus grasped his anger and pulled it to the forefront. Years later, his older self would recognize that he clung to anger and bitterness, because if he didn't have them, he was afraid of what he would feel instead. It was easier to be angry than afraid. It was easier to be angry than to imagine himself married to someone besides Lily, happy, with step-grandchildren who adored him. It was safer to cling to thoughts of Lily than to turn to an unknown. It was easier to be angry than to hope.

"Yes," he said coldly, "you've already said far too much." And he turned and walked away.

Dominique grabbed Arthur, who might have run after Severus. "No, Art. Let him go."

"But— But—"

"He's just a kid right now. He won't get it."

"But—"

"But he'll be all right."

"But how do you know?!" Arthur wailed.

Dominique let out an incredulous laugh. "Seriously, Art? I ate breakfast with him this morning. Last night, he helped me apply for an internship at the Welsh Potions Research Institute. He's fine."

Only when Albus cleared his throat did she realize Lily was still standing there listening.

For being top of her year, Lily Evans was stunned. These five strangers appeared, started speaking to and about her once best friend as if he was their beloved, sweet, and wonderful grandfather. Her shockingly green eyes met Albus' (her future grandson) who gave an uneasy smile, looking over at his older cousin in some sort of silent communication. The bushy-haired witch, Lily seems to remember the oldest calling her "Rose," made a motion as if to speak.

Lily was not going to have it. She had it being confused and quiet, letting these strangers sprout nonsense about time-traveling and Grandpa Severus so she spoke before Rose could utter a single syllable:

"You really had me going," Lily said, her wand at the ready, her eyes flashing to morbidly the color that will be her demise. "I was just about to believe you. Him – Albus – has my mum's eyes, not to mention my own. You knew of James and, oh, the touch of having a sister named Lily – clever!" She laughed. "Who are you really? Deatheaters? The Marauders put you up to it, let me guess, it's James' newest way to get me to go out?" She snorted, shaking her head in mild amusement. "Severus was smart to walk away."

"Hey!"

This indignation was not Arthur, but Roxanne who was shooting daggers at her cousin's grandmother.

"You are my grandmother," Albus said softly as Lily rolls her eyes. "It's hard to make sense, bloody I don't even understand it and I live in the future. But you are going to marry James Potter and have a son and have three grandchildren – Dominique, I have to."

"I wasn't going to stop you," Dominique sighed in resignation. "We spoke too much already, so we cannot say anything more."

"Like what," Lily challenged. "What more is there to say? I have a husband who had been asking me out practically every day since first year, a son, and grandchildren. Sounds like a dream." As she spoke, her eyes widened. "Unless, of course, something happened to James," Arthur squirmed uneasily, "or to me," Albus' gaze to Lily became increasingly unsteady. "Something happened to me! What?"

"Nothing," Rose shrieked.

"Don't play dumb with me," Lily, the brightest witch of her generation, scowled to another brightest witch of her generation. "I may be a muggleborn, but I am top of my year. What happened to me? Am I a single mum? Do I raise my son in the muggle world? Does, does You-Know-Who… wins?"

"No one say a word," said Dominique, and although she did not have a harpy form her cousins could have sworn they saw harpy-like features in her face and tone.

"Maybe if we just say yes or no," Albus said, in attempts to mediating between his father's mother, himself, and his cousins.

"Albus, no."

"Albus, what happened to me," Lily said, turning to the dark-haired boy. "Please tell me. Am I a good grandmum? Does Petunia and I get along? She's not married to that whale, right?" Albus, who had met his great-uncle Vernon once, but briefly, could not help but snort. "Is that a yes? Good griefs, Tuney, that man is horrid."

"Dominique, we have to –"

"Yes, Dominique, tell me, or else," Lily trailed off.

"Or else what," Dominique said. "We cannot tell you anymore, because then you'll try and change the future and we will cease to exist. Albus, for Merlin's sakes, you were named after Grandpa so try and act like him!"

"Grandpa," Lily and Roxanne exclaimed at the same time with Roxanne running away (with Rose following her) and Lily continued. "That's Severus Snape! Why are you so insistent that Severus is a grandpa and a nice one? He's befriending Death Eaters and Death Eaters are not nice people. I actually won't be surprise if they are even capable to love. Hey, hey, wh- where are you going?"

In that instance, Arthur, Albus, and Dominique had joined Roxanne and Rose and ran off to nearby bushes. Lily turned and was welcomed a strange sight. The five time-travelers were hugging a wizard, who was getting along in his years with his black hair lightening to a distinguish white, who resembled a bat, to Lily, due to his long, billowing robes. To Lily, he shared remarkable features with the magic-hating, perpetually-scowling Tobias Snape but this wizard had just been smiling and hugging the children, until he heard Lily Evan's monologue about Severus and Death Eaters and his jovial grin was removed.

"Ironic," the older wizard said, gesturing to the bush behind him, "that I meet you coming out of this bush yet again." His voice was slow, but calm. A voice that Lily could believe that this wizard could, indeed, be a nice and loving grandpa. Yet, she could not wrap her head around the idea that this loving grandfather is the future incarnate of her former friend.

"Who are you," Lily asked. "Severus Snape?"

The aged wizard froze, his arm still around his grandchildren (Rose and Roxanne closest to him). How Severus longed to hear his name again from his oldest friend. Now, here he was, and his friend was bewildered, uncertain of the how and what of the situation. Ruffling Albus and Arthur's hair, he left his grandchildren to walk up to the sixteen-years-old version of his best friend.

"Yes, Lily Evans."

"No," Lily whispered faintly.

"I am Severus Snape," he said with a curt nod. "That bush is the same bush I hid in when we were nine and I told you about magic. Remember?" The girl gave a slight nod of her head. "Remember, finding Petunia's letter to Dumbledore? Or, the time I snuck you into the Slytherin common room in second year because you were dying to see where I lived. Grandchildren, do not do that." Lily nodded, still in a daze.

"You called me a," Lily said, unable to finish the statement as teared welled up. The pain of losing her friend still hurt terribly and now that she is face to face with his future incarnation she was not sure if she should scorn or forgive.

"And I am sorry," Severus said, as Dominique, Rose, and Albus pulled Roxanne and Arthur away and conversed amongst themselves. "I was young and an idiot. I was looking for only myself. I spent my entire life atoning for the greatest mistake I made."

Lily stared at Severus mutely.

"My grandchildren were speaking the truth," Severus said, wincing before he spoke. He was not sure what all they said, so he hoped he was not going to say anything harming or surprising to Lily. "You are Albus' grandmother and to his brother and sister James and Lily as well as to Lupin's son."

"I marry Remus?"

"What, no, your son's god-son is, forget it," Severus said, waving his hand. "You're going to marry Potter and have a son. I am going to protect your son and keep him safe until he defeats Volde – You-Know-Who. You won't see your son grow up, but he has your heart and spirit… your stubbornness," Severus said in dry laughter, how often did he try and reason with himself that Harry was the incarnate of his father but in actuality Harry was his mother's son in more ways than one. "But you won't remember this. I'll have to wipe your memories."

"What, no," Lily stepped back, tightening her grip around her wand. This act called the attention of the grandchildren. "I can the change future. If you're really Severus and you really changed, then I can learn to forgive you, in the past, and maybe I won't die!"

Dominique made to speak, this time it was Albus' turn to shush her.

"You forgave me, Lily," Severus said with a small smile, a smile that Lily recognized to be a smile that belonged her once best friend. "Not you personally, but your son, grandsons, and granddaughter accepted me. It is those five and their siblings and cousins that did the job for you. You forgave me already, Lily, you did more than you could ever know."

"What happened to you," Lily asked. "You look like an older Severus Snape, but I don't recognize you."

"I married a woman with grandchildren," Severus said dryly. "It made me soft."

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