Hogsmeade was quiet at night, with few people about—especially in an alley like this.
Snape quickly caught up with August and walked beside him, deeper into the darkness.
"Snape, I've had enough of that man, but that doesn't mean I can accept another."
There was a bitter edge to August's voice. "As for the other things you mentioned, I'm even less interested. Snape, I made up my mind in Azkaban. I've had enough of all this."
"But your identity keeps you from being free, doesn't it?" Snape pressed on. "I have a way to let you go wherever you want, openly and without fear."
"Before the final battle?" August asked with a laugh.
"Of course not, Aug. You know that's impossible," Snape said. "But afterward, no matter who wins, I'll be able to help you."
August stopped in his tracks and looked at Snape with confusion and distrust.
"I know it sounds a little... unbelievable, but..."
"But, Snape, I want to know: if the man I once followed wins, tell me what could make him accept my betrayal—or what organization has that kind of power?" August asked gravely.
"I can't tell you more about them, August, but I can guarantee that even that man will have to yield in the end," Snape said confidently.
August furrowed his brow again and fell silent for a long while.
Snape said nothing. He simply followed August as they walked deeper into the dark woods.
"I need to know what you want from me, Snape," August said, his voice tangled with uncertainty. "I don't want to be forgotten in Azkaban again, or have to kiss a Dementor."
"The Department of Mysteries, Aug. The people behind me want to learn about that place," Snape said frankly.
August shook his head and laughed. "You're part of