Harry Potter: Return From Future

The sun had just illuminated the majestic castle of Hogwarts. Its overstretching green grounds were glowing gold in the sun rays.

In the top most tower of Hogwarts, an old man with very long beards had enjoyed his tea and had just placed his teacup on the table.

Albus Dumbledore then just noticed a certain presence across the door and he said, "Come in."

The gate opened and a man dressed in fluttering black robes entered the room. The hair of the man was greasy and a hate inducing smirk was present on the man's face.

Dumbledore smiled warmly on the man's arrival, "Ah! Snape. Have a seat."

"Want to have some tea?" Asked Dumbledore.

"No, thank you, headmaster," said Snape with his iconic sneer as he took the seat opposite Dumbledore.

Dumbledore merely twinkled his eyes and with a wave of his cup vanished the cup from his table.

"I believe," said Snape. "That you did not call me so early in the morning as to offer me some tea."

"Always the impatient one," said Dumbledore.

"Have you seen the news?" Dumbledore asked pointing his finger towards the newspaper lying on the table.

Snape gave a side glance at the newspaper.

"I have, headmaster," he said. He did not say any more. Snape after dealing with Dumbledore for years had learned to speak only what asked. Nothing extra.

"Hmm," remarked Dumbledore seeing no more opinion coming from Snape. "What is your opinion?"

"On what?" Snape asked with a smirk. "On the attack by the death eaters or their killings…"

Dumbledore shook his head with a sigh.

"Around an hour ago," said Dumbledore. "Arthur Weasley paid me a visit."

"I was genuinely surprised by his visit as he should have been accompanying his children to the Quidditch World Cup final," continued Dumbledore. "It turned out that it was something important that he could not wait."

Snape continued to stare Dumbledore in silence.

"Arthur did not talk much as his children were still waiting for him at the campsite," continued Dumbledore leisurely in his style, taking his sweet time to come to the main topic.

"He gave me two memory vials," continued Dumbledore. "One belonging to him and another to his youngest son, Ron Weasley."

"If you would," said Dumbledore gesturing towards the vial which had now miraculously appeared on the desk.

Snape gave a nod and picked up the first vial and immersed himself in the pensieve placed in the corner of the office. Moments later Snape emerged from the pensieve with an incredulous expression on his face.

"What do you think now, Snape?" Dumbledore asked with amusement.

"Who is he?" asked Snape with a shock. He had read in detail the brutal nature of the mysterious man and how he had massacred the whole lot of death eaters but witnessing that man him direct in action made Snape realised how much he had underestimated that man.

"A dangerous man," remarked Albus. "A very dangerous one. And a mysterious one."

"Even the top wizards in our world cannot take on him," said Snape. "Only the elite among the elites like you, dark lord, professor McGonagall can take him."

"Probably," said Albus not commenting on this matter.

"I won't last more than few minutes against him," said Snape. Although he was a great wizard and master of offensive and defensive spells of both dark and light kind, and even if he was narcissist fellow, he knew his limitations.

"What about the ministry?" Snape asked.

"Well…," said Dumbledore. "I do not have much information about their response. But according to Arthur, the ministry has not been able to arrive at a conclusion."

"The voices in the ministry are too many and too diversified," added Dumbledore. "Also, the identity of the people who have been killed is sensitive."

"The pure blood faction would be seething seeing 13 of their kind having been killed," Dumbledore concluded.

Snape gave a nod in understanding.

"Why don't you look at the second memory?" Albus suggested.

"What is in this?" asked Snape as he picked up the vial.

Dumbledore remained quiet as Snape once again immersed himself in the pensieve.

Moments later Snape emerged from the pensieve but his expression of pure shock… and fright. He had his eyes bulged.

Snape's hands… almost his entire body was trembling in fear. He gasped for air as he somehow seated himself back on the chair.

"What is this?" Snape asked. His tone was horrified.

"You know yourself, Snape," added Dumbledore with amusement flickering in his eyes. "After all you had a very close encounter with it."

"The crest of Potter family… the family magic of house Potter," said Snape in shock. "Why does that brat have it?"

"Ah! You surely would know," said Dumbledore. "After all, Charlus Potter had used it to almost kill you."

Snape reeled back in fright at the mention of the incident.

Dumbledore continued, "And why won't Harry have it?"

"He is a Potter after all," he smiled. "And a powerful one too… Not many days have passed since he had cast the corporeal Patronus."

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[Next Chapter: Snape recalls some memories and the might of Potter family magic.]

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