The hearth at his back flared up, and Snape tossed in his clothes, watching them burn. It felt like his entire life was reduced to ash. When he turned again, he found Potter and Voldemort standing side by side, his potions bag between them. He shivered at the implications of this picture. The prophecy had declared them enemies, but if they had overcome that ... nobody in Wizarding Britain would be able to stand against them. "Please, be honest, Professor. Are there any potions in here that could harm?"