"Then we have nothing more to say to each other."

"No, nothing," said Dumbledore. After that, he stopped listening. His hand twitched, wanting to grab his wand and curse the man, but he didn't. Instead he stood with dignity and walked out of the office.

"Foolish old man. He isn't aware of who he's dealing with. Calling me 'Tom'. Such a disgusting name," Voldemort said. He vaguely registered that he was thinking very childish thoughts, but that was pushed to the back of his mind when he heard footsteps. He turned his head and saw a shadow move quickly to hide the owner from view.

"Who is there?" asked Voldemort, his voice thick with a snake-like accent. A small boy, probably a first year, stepped out of the shadows. "Who are you?"

"S-snape," the boy stuttered. "Severus Snape"

Voldemort assessed the boy, looking him up and down from his ragged clothes to his scraggly hair.

"What house are you in, Severus Snape?"

"S-slytherin" came the fast reply.

"Please calm down Severus Snape. With all that stuttering people will start to think you're trying to speak parsletongue," Voldemort said with a vicious smile. Snape took a small gulp of air.

"Sorry" he whispered.

"Tell me Severus Snape, what is it you want most in the world?"


Voldemort paused. "Why?"

"To get rid of the people in my way to my goal" Snape replied without thinking. He felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of him and Lily getting married one day, her hair curled around her. He gave a small thought to if they ever had children. If they had a son, he would most certainly have Lily's eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Voldemort asked himself. Though he knew the boy hadn't heard him, the simple muttering had broken him out of the spell.

"You should get to bed Severus Snape. It would awful if you were to get caught" Voldemort said with mock concern. The boy didn't seem to get the sarcasm and nodded enthusiastically.

"Right, right," Snape muttered. He turned away before turning back. "Who are you anyway?"

Voldemort smirked and Snape shuttered. "Voldemort. Lord Voldemort"

"Then I hope we meet again, my lord" Snape said, nodding slightly before turning and running back to the Slytherin common room.

Voldemort watched the boy run, his too big clothes flapping, his black hair bouncing. Something about him made him want to smile and cringe away at the same time. He felt as if he had met a horribly wonderful person.

"I pray we do Severus. I pray we do."

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A Harry Potter Fanfic

Thank you for reading

I Do Not own Harry Potter

Just this idea.

A/N - So I was rereading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and pretty much fell in love with Snape all over again.




After his memories came to light and we saw that he loved Lily more than anyone I started thinking of other memories he might have. I remembered in Book 6 how Voldemort had gone back to Hogwarts to ask for a job and was turned down. I started to wonder what if he had met Snape while he was still at school and what impact that would have on the unloved (at the time) Snape. So this story was born.




What if Voldemort had met Snape while he was still at school? I thought about that and this story was born. I highly doubt Voldemort would have stuck around long enough to even talk to anyone, much less a young boy.

I wanted Voldemort to come off as that cool, confident, obviously bad guy that draws you in, but at the same time forces you away.