Snape’s eyes snapped to the dark mark hovering above the castle, and he gave the smallest of gasps, approaching it carefully, his eyes fixed on its position in the sky and ignoring the conversation going on in front of them. Harry’s eyes darted between him and the mean, twisted, cruel version of Draco in front of him, and for the first time in a year, he felt strangely grateful for the awful fate that had befallen them. Grateful that he had the opportunity to save Draco from this future. His heart clenched with guilt at the thought, but he ignored it - if he was allowed to feel both benevolent and bitter towards Dumbledore, he could afford himself the same curtesy.