Snape gave Draco a grateful look. Even now, so many years after the horrible time they'd spent on the run, Draco understood. "I could murder a cognac," Snape said with rare honesty.
"I wish the only reason I was here was for a personal visit," he sighed, "but unfortunately it's business, and unpleasant business at that."
He looked sadly at the older man, and was struck anew by the intense strangeness of the reversal in their ages. "There's been a true prophecy," he murmured bleakly, "Riddle will attack the Ministry, assume control." Murder Cissy.
"You and Astoria must prepare to go into hiding at a moment's notice."