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Snape stands in the doorway, taking in the familiar sight and smell of the Potions classroom. His classroom, as Slughorn has just reminded him, with a hearty pat on the shoulder and a “good luck” in parting. Months ago, he expected to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. To be here instead, entrusted with responsibility, seems a dream come true.
As he closes his eyes and smiles, a distinctive floral scent wafts past. Red hair, green eyes, and laugher flash through his memory.
No longer smiling, Snape shivers, and wonders if he has truly escaped prison after all.