Shawn turned to look at Snape, whose face was full of disgust.
Strictly speaking, Snape was a "victim" of half of Sybill's prophecy.
Over ten years ago, Snape had overheard Sybill talking to Dumbledore outside the Hog's Head Inn. He had heard only half the prophecy before he was discovered.
Snape had taken that half of the prophecy to Voldemort, the "sucker."
Voldemort had believed it, then killed James, along with the person Snape loved most in his life.
That incident had left Snape with a lifetime of regret.
So Snape probably hated anything related to prophecies with a passion. Not poisoning Sybill just now had already shown extraordinary restraint.
For a moment, Shawn had no idea how to approach this topic.
He himself was now caught between believing in prophecies and refusing to believe them.
He did not want to believe, yet he wanted to know.
He reassured himself that it was merely a precaution, but genuinely trying to prevent one also meant believing in it.
And all those preventive measures might ultimately become the very process that fulfilled the prophecy.
Wasn't that a contradiction?
That was also how Dumbledore's and Voldemort's thinking had shifted, and the actual predicament they faced.
When Shawn did not answer, Snape's gaze grew more serious.
"What? Do you actually believe Sybill's prophecy? You haven't caught her madness, have you?"
Already conflicted, Shawn really did not want to discuss the subject.
He also knew Snape did not want him to become a "victim" of a prophecy. It was a form of concern.
He hesitated over whether to take out the photos he had taken at Azkaban over Christmas, capturing some "fatherly love and filial devotion," to distract Snape.
Although he had taken those photos earlier, he had still held back out of certain miscellaneous