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Chapter 155 – Snape's Memories!!
On the day the exams ended, Snape noticed Harry Potter behaving strangely.
He also overheard Harry telling Professor McGonagall that he was planning to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
Absurd.
What would he even do with it?
But Harry's words reminded Snape that Quirrell might indeed attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so after thinking it over in his office, he decided to go to Dumbledore.
This was all part of Dumbledore's elaborate plan to "train" the saviour.
The Headmaster should already know what to do.
Snape left his office and went to the Ministry of Magic in London.
There he found Dumbledore, chatting casually, without a trace of concern.
Snape sneered inwardly.
So this was how the saviour was "trained"—
Dumbledore stayed here chatting while Harry Potter panicked at Hogwarts?
Seeing Snape arrive, Dumbledore ended the conversation and agreed to return—but still wasn't in a hurry.
He even visited an old friend on the way back.
By the time they reached Hogwarts, it was late at night.
Just as they entered, Hermione Granger ran toward them, breathless.
"Headmaster—no—Professor Snape has stolen the Philosopher's Stone—"
Hermione's expression froze the moment she saw the real Snape.
"Ah, Miss Granger does enjoy accusing her professors. Gryffindor, minus twenty points," Snape said with malicious delight.
"Now then, Miss Granger, is there anything you'd like to explain?"
He was enjoying this.
He'd been wrongly suspected for a whole year—finally someone else looked foolish.
"Yes—Headm—Professor Snape, we solved all the protections together.
Now Harry has gone into the last chamber, Darren is waiting outside, and I ran fastest to warn you first. Inside is the Dark Lord—"
"Then why didn't you say that FIRST?" Snape roared, already running toward the fourth floor.
Reckless cubs!
And Harry Potter—daring to face him alone?
Was he suicidal?
Wasting Lily's sacrifice!
Typical Potter.
"Oh, Severus, you're far too slow. Come with me…"
Dumbledore summoned Fawkes, and together they travelled to the chamber beneath the fourth-floor corridor.
As soon as they entered the final room, Snape nearly collapsed.
Two children—
Two pale, motionless children—
Both dead?
"Severus… it's all right. Listen to me. They're alive…"
Dumbledore carried the boys to the Hospital Wing.
Snape followed.
He heard Madam Pomfrey shout,
"The Cruciatus Curse—oh Merlin, are you trying to kill this child?"
The Cruciatus Curse?
On whom?
Who had taken a Cruciatus?
"Severus… it was Darren," Dumbledore said, looking stricken.
Snape felt like a fool.
"Idiot!
What a complete idiot!"
He shouted, furious and panicked.
Dumbledore looked just as shaken.
But he forced himself to speak:
"Well, Severus… I noticed Darren was given the potion. It seems we must follow the flow of time."
"Time…?"
A Time-Turner.
Snape realized the truth instantly.
No wonder Dumbledore had been so calm all afternoon.
"Two hours back… here."
Time rewound to midnight.
Snape tried to grab Darren—to keep him from going to the chamber—but Dumbledore stopped him.
"Severus. We cannot change what has already happened. No one plays with time."
Snape fell silent.
He knew.
After Lily's death, he had attempted the same thing.
But after several tries, he learned the same harsh truth:
Time does not change.
Whatever you do becomes part of what already happened.
Just like he could never create a Polyjuice variant that maintained a permanent disguise.
Just like he could never save Lily.
Even the Fidelius Charm had trapped her beyond his reach.
A brutal truth.
Following Dumbledore, they returned early to the chamber where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden.
No one was there yet.
Only the Mirror of Erised.
"You're letting the Dark Lord find only a mirror?" Snape said coldly.
Dumbledore smiled.
"The Stone is inside the mirror. Only someone who wants it without using it can retrieve it."
Snape stood before the mirror.
His reflection smiled at him—
then produced a red stone, pocketed it…
A moment later, a real Philosopher's Stone appeared in Snape's own pocket.
"Childish trick," Snape muttered, tossing it to Dumbledore.
"It may seem so to you," Dumbledore said.
"But to Tom, the gap is enormous. Even if he smashed the mirror, he could never obtain the Stone."
With that, he returned the Stone to the mirror.
They waited.
First came Quirrell.
He whispered spells, probed the protections, tested the mirror—
but neither Snape nor Dumbledore intervened.
Then Snape sensed it—
Harry and Darren approaching.
Sure enough, Harry burst in first—black hair, green eyes, breathless.
"It's you!"
Harry glared
Expecting Snape, still convinced he had stolen the Stone.
Snape almost laughed aloud.
Quirrell even tried explaining things to Harry—
two mortal enemies arguing like schoolboys.
Until—
A sharp sound, like water hissing on fire.
Snape turned.
Darren.
And the Invisibility Cloak on him failed immediately.
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