The last thing Severus remembers is overhearing a prophecy in a dingy, goat-scented pub. Now there's a James Potter clone with Lily's eyes, a much aged McGonagall, and an infuriatingly familiar woman with wild hair all saying he is not a loyal Death Eater. Looking in a mirror proves that he is, indeed, suddenly pushing fifty. All in all, not his best day.
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