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Past Present Future	By : NonCanonFiction Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Suck at summaries so decided to change it, not sure if the current one is better lol. Anyway, enjoy :)

Ch. 2: Present

“You wanted to see me, Headmaster?” Severus asks politely. His slender fingers are clasped tightly behind his back though Severus is trying to appear as calm as possible. No longer is the dark-haired Slytherin a scrawny little schoolboy. He has long since shot up like a beanpole, though his growth spurt was a bit later than many of the other boys in his year, courtesy of a mixture of unpleasant factors that Severus would rather not think of, especially when standing in front of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

It is a rare day indeed when Severus finds himself standing in this office. The last time had been after that disastrous night with Remus Lupin, resident Hogwarts lycanthrope; it is the first time, in fact, since his belated growth spurt. Staring into the all familiar sparkling blue eyes of the Headmaster, Severus can now see that he is exactly the same height as Dumbledore and nearly equal in size since the Headmaster’s muscle mass has withered with age and Severus has never fostered his own.

“No need to be so formal, Severus. Please, have a seat.”

Severus doesn’t respond to the first statement though he does take a seat, albeit a bit stiffly. He hates that his body still has a will of its own, refusing to obey his fervent orders of relax! At least Severus has full control over his facial expressions and the ever present blank look is only betrayed by the stiffness of his shoulders. “You wanted to see me, Headmaster?” Severus repeats again, wanting this meeting over as soon as possible. “After all, I do have a train to catch.”

Dumbledore sighs softly, a look of disappointment that Severus is all too use to seeing briefly clouding the blue gaze before the Headmaster takes his seat behind his desk, hands full of wrinkles perched atop the dark wood. “Are you returning to Spinner’s End, Severus?”

Severus hands clench the armrests of the dark wooden chair, a perfect match to the large desk he is seated in front of. The onyx gaze is no longer as blank as Severus’ face but is now a dark and stormy charcoal as they narrow in rage at the Headmaster. “Do you actually think that I would ever return back to that house?” Severus wants to yell the words out but instead they leave his lips in a sharp, low hiss.

That look of disappointment returns to Dumbledore’s gaze and, as ludicrous as it seems, Severus begins to feel a slight prodding of his mind. How dare he! Severus is up in a millisecond, spine rigid and hands tightly clenched at his sides as he stares down at the Headmaster. “Better to use legilimency in my sleep Headmaster. Surely you should know that much since you are the one who trained me.”

Dumbledore follows suit, rising to his feet, arms stretched out before him awkwardly, almost as though he wants to wrap them around Severus and hug him close. Severus brows furrow and that awkward action by the Headmaster is nearly more shocking than the fact that the man has tried to use legilimency on him. Another sigh is all it takes for the Headmaster to quickly return to himself, his arms no longer stretched out in such an odd manner but mirroring Severus now as he drops them down to his side.

“Severus, I would never intrude on your privacy…”

Severus snorts with indignation before a sharp, mirthless laugh leaves his thin lips. “Yes of course not. You would never dare to sink so low, not because you actually care but because you don’t want the taint.”

“Severus, I am only worried about you. Are you really going to join him?”

“If you mean do I have summer plans with Lucius Malfoy, then yes.”

“Is he the one, Severus?” Dumbledore sounds genuinely curious, and for once the look of disappointment doesn’t seem to be focused at Severus but at something…else. Severus can’t put his finger on what exactly though he can well guess a thousand different things. It is…odd, and definitely not in the character known of Albus Dumbledore, at least not when in concerns to one Severus Snape. This fact is enough to have Severus’ guard back up and spiteful words once more leaving his lips.

“Scared of another Grindelwald?” Severus asks acidly, a dark smirk curving his lips upward. “Like father like son, eh? Or should I say like grandfather like grandson?” Severus’ once more lets out a sharp, mirthless laugh, even allowing his head to toss back before he reigns in the sound. “However,” he continues, voice icy cold now, “whether he be the one or not is none of your concern. I’m leaving.”

Severus turns his back to the Headmaster, stalking towards the exit as quickly as his long legs will carry him before Dumbledore’s next question stops him short. “Do you still spend time with Lily Evans? I have seen her looking after you, always watching you with those green eyes of hers. I hear she’s engaged with James Potter now. Imagine it, a child with Lily’s eyes and James’ messy head of hair. I’m sure the child would be a beauty, and a very handsome one at that.”

Dumbledore’s voice is soft and cajoling and these are the most words he has spoken to Severus in years and by now Severus is seeing red. Not only has the Headmaster had the audacity to ask if he were returning to Spinner’s End, to the place were his father had murdered his mother, not only had the Headmaster had the gall to use legilimency on him and ask him if Lucius is the one, but the man dare to mention both Lily and James? Snarling in rage Severus picks up the first thing he sees, which is gratefully close to his person, before turning around and flinging it at the Headmaster. Severus is a half-blood and no one but Dumbledore seems able to bring out the worthless, filthy muggle in him.

Snarling at that thought Severus quickly picks up another item, probably something worth more than the house he grew up in, before tossing it at the Headmaster again. Nothing makes contact due to the protego that the old wizard has cast but Severus still feels a sense of gratification, no matter how fleeting it will be. Severus tosses another, undoubtly priceless, heirloom before sharply turning on his heels towards the entrance of the Headmaster’s office, this time in a flurry of dark robes. The raven-haired wizard stalks out angrily, ignoring the Headmaster calling his name and slamming the door close behind him with a bit more force than exactly necessary.

“Well, that went better than expected,” Phineas Nigellus’ portrait says on a bark of laughter that very much resembles Sirius Black’s.

Tbc…
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