Ad Meliora | A S.Snape Fix-It ✓

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It took a few moments but then Dumbledore managed to regain some amount of composure. He stood up and immediately made his way to the distraught boy who had collapsed on the floor. He bent down, ignoring the creak of his ancient joints and pulled the frail boy into his arms. Severus continued sobbing, holding onto the man he had considered father, his face buried in the white, soft beard. Dumbledore softly patted his head, unaware of what to do for the way the child clung to him stirred something deep within his heart. 

Ariana -It felt like holding Ariana in his arms and his normally strong shields did nothing to quell the single tear that flowed down his eyes. He hadn't felt this way since his little sister. But somehow, this frail, bitter, vengeful child had, by clinging onto him with all his might, stirred the very affection he had felt he would never be able to express ever again after losing his Ariana. 

"Shh….hush Severus! What's the matter child?" Dumbledore asked, concern radiating from his tone. His prejudices and wariness aside, at the moment all that mattered was the 15 year old boy sobbing in his arms, clinging onto him as if he were a lifeline. A boy who had never shown himself to be anything except strong right from the moment he had entered Hogwarts as an 11 year old. 

It was difficult but finally Severus managed to hold onto some composure even as he broke out of the hug awkwardly, his cheeks red with embarrassment. His obsidian eyes held a tinge of red and were slightly puffed up as well due to all the crying. He moved back and mumbled an extremely embarrassed sorry and stood up wiping his tears. Dumbledore stood up behind him.

None of them noticed the dumbstruck person behind them though who was yet to stop gaping like a fish out of water!

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Severus moved towards the desk and swallowed a lemon drop that he knew was laced with a calming draught and it helped him instantly gain the semblance he needed in the moment. 

"This is going to take a long time, Headmaster. There's a lot that I have to say and show. We would require your pensieve for the same. What I'm going to tell you will seem impossible and you might not be able to believe me. But I have the evidence required to justify. If you can spare enough time now, please make your way back to your chair"

Dumbledore stood still for a moment after which he nodded. He made his way to his chair while Severus summoned the pensieve silently. Dumbledore did not have enough time to even express surprise at that for the man immediately began his tale. 

"I am not Severus Snape, a 15 year old Slytherin, Headmaster Dumbledore. I am Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master, Spy and Head of Slytherin House. Upon my death I was given a choice to return back in time to make peace with the regrets and burdens I had. The price of the Dark Lord 's defeat was too high. I was given a chance by the Master of Death and hence I retain the memories of my previous lifetime." 

Severus lifted his wand to his forehead and pulled out a silver strand of memory. Placing it in the pensieve, he urged the headmaster to look in so that he could prove what he had just told. The headmaster nodded calmly and the two jumped in unaware that a third person had jumped in as well. 

My Lord!" a much older Snape protested, raising his wand.

"It cannot be any other way," said an ugly looking man with red eyes and snake like slits. It had to be Voldemort. 

"I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last." 

The third person who had followed them into the pensieve frowned at the name. Meanwhile, Dumbledore looked at the wand in Voldemort's hand, his eyes furrowed. That Voldemort had the wand meant only one thing - he was dead!