(The last things Harry is expecting now are voices and faces from home. Having been in Avalon for two months has him given up hope of seeing anyone from his world ever again and he is hoping that restoring time and Avalon’s magic will have him going back home soon.

But lowered expectations has gone south when he hears a voice that is so familiar, too familiar. So he turns around and his jaws drop upon seeing someone he thought had died back in the Battle: all in black and probably not too pleased of the arrival.)

P-p-p-Professor Snape!?! I thought I saw you dying back home, in Nagini’s fangs, and asking me to see your memories. Well, um, you see: People are being brought over here from various worlds, including ours, to help out Avalon during this time of need. I am not sure if this makes any sense, but here you go.