InsaneJournal

“So, they’ve sent for you finally.” Harry’s foot caught at something and he stumbled, catching his balance at the last moment. “Graceful as always, I see. It really is a miracle that we won the war. And with so little deaths, no less.”

“Impossible…” muttered Harry under his breath a he slowly turned around. And then demanded loudly “What do you mean ’finally’?”, as if it was a perfectly normal thing to talk with a ghost that no one ever knew existed up to that moment.

Snape’s thin, silvery lips tightened. “You should be careful naming your spawn. Names carry power in our world. You should know that well.” The sneer was just as ugly as twenty years ago. “Naming someone after another is not just a matter of paying respects to the dead.”

“One might think that death would…” Harry’s rant was cut off by a loud gasp, almost a choked scream really, from behind him. He turned to see McGonagall pressing a hand over her mouth. When he looked back, the path was empty.