Life Begins Anew
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Life Begins Anew
Chapter 1: The Initiate
Severus Snape, Potion Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; double spy for the Order strode purposely toward the manor to meet with the Dark Lord. He was not particularly worried about his life at this time, as the summons produced a slight burning on his dark mark. This meant that he could take a reasonable amount of time to walk off the grounds of Hogwarts to apparate. It was a wonderful feeling that he did not have to steal his way off the grounds, as there were still 2 weeks until the beginning of the school term. Still, if the mark ached so badly that you wanted to rip your arm off, that meant move your ass, should have already been here, and then receive the customary “crucio” for being late.
As he approached the Dark Lords throne to bow and kiss his robes, he noticed a bowed form covered in the robes of an initiate. Strange thought Severus. Being of the Inner Circle, he was usually informed of potential death eaters. Bowing, he glanced over at the still form. He noticed a large skull ring. Also, as always attuned to noticing details (saved his life quite a few times); he noticed the hand was smaller, and the nails painted black. Ah, a witch. Severus turned this discovery over in his mind. There were not very many death eater witches in service to the Dark Lord. Witches just could not do the acts and have the brutality that was needed in the Dark Lord’s service. Most pureblood wizards believed that witches were good enough only for child-bearing only, or a wizards pleasuring, no matter the status of the witch.
“Severus, welcome my faithful servant” said Lord Voldemort, “How is the old fool lately?”
"Senile as always, My Lord” sneered Severus. “There has been talk of the Order trying to infiltrate our ranks. As if they could!” Severus snorted. This was the information that he and the headmaster agreed to keep spreading, as it drove a paranoid dark lord mad to keep suspecting his ranks, thus keeping death eater raids to a minimum. The dark lord did seem unusually focused on finding traitors in his ranks at this time.
Voldemort glanced over at the initiate kneeling on the floor.
“Rise Initiate. It appears that the information you provided for consideration to my ranks merit review.”
The Initiate rose slowly, feet and legs shaking.
Severus had a sinking feeling. Did the Order really have spies other than himself in the death eater ranks? He feverantly hoped not. This initiate could be dangerous for himself as well.
“Well Severus?” Voldemort stated impatiently. “Check her out and see if she will live.”
Severus pulled out his wand, running the diagnostic spells that he knew of. All of her ribs were broken. Severe bruising, broken cheekbone, and dislocated shoulder were the least of her concern, considering the internal bleeding. How she survived is a miracle itself he thought. “The witch needs a Healer, My Lord. And rest, for at least a few days” stated Severus.
“No!”
Both wizards looked at her.
“Initiate, you have proved your loyalty to me during the rite and the information you have provided. I originally thought you were a spy for the Order. Not many wizards and no witch have borne the beatings of the Outer Circle and survived. I usually invoke this when the initiate is untrustworthy.” Voldemort was impressed. One could take the beatings of 500 brothers and sisters for so long. Yes, he reflected. This witch will be of value in time.
The witch stood up straighter. “Please My Lord. If my actions and information have impressed my Lord, I ask that I leave under my own power.”
“Very well Initiate” no emotion in the Dark Lord’s voice.
“Severus, I know you usually have a potion or two up your sleeve. Give her some pepper up potion. Just enough to respect her wish.”
He went to raise the phial to her lips, but she snatched it away from him and took one tiny sip. She handed the vial back to Severus.
Both wizards watched the witch walk out, robes and hood hiding the witch’s features.
“She reminds me a lot of you, in the early days Severus” mussed the Dark Lord.
Her voice reminded him of his childhood. He shook his head mentally as that was impossible that she would have been there.
“Who is she my Lord?” Severus asked.
“Soon she shall be revealed, faithful one. Do not worry of it until then.” remarked Lord Voldemort. He has not seen Severus fazed by anything in quite a long time. Voldemort had no doubt that the witch’s identity would elicit a response.
“Sit, Severus.” As the Dark Lord conjured a chair next to him. “What of these spies?” the Dark Lord asked, eyes narrowed and simmering dark red.
Sitting down, Severus realized that his life was going to get a lot more complicated and that Voldemort was going to test his loyalty to the hilt.
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Lord Voldemort released Snape after a couple of hours of conversation. He had tasked Severus to obtain the names of the traitors and crucioed him for a while to make sure he understood the purpose of his task. Snape had bowed stiffly and left his presence, robes billowing. He clearly understood, names now or die.
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“Lucius, what do you think?” asked Voldemort.
“I think that we are going to find out if our brother Severus is truly loyal to our cause.” replied Lucius.
“Yessss” hissed the dark lord. “I think I have just discovered the perfect service for my initiate. Floo the School Governors and inform them that you have found a replacement for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. Request that the school have the Gelamen Philologus Ceremony for her. I think it will help her fit in and also know the enemy. If she cannot infiltrate the Order, at least Severus will have another reminder of my control.”
“Immediately, my lord” said Lucius as he left his lords presence.
The dark lord watched the retreating figure. Severus needed to be brought back closer to the fold and knocked down a peg or two; and he had the perfect tool to ensure that.
A/N: Who is the witch? Looks like Severus is in some deep trouble
Gelamen Philologus = Gathering (of) Scholars.
Severus Snape, Potion Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; double spy for the Order strode purposely toward the manor to meet with the Dark Lord. He was not particularly worried about his life at this time, as the summons produced a slight burning on his dark mark. This meant that he could take a reasonable amount of time to walk off the grounds of Hogwarts to apparate. It was a wonderful feeling that he did not have to steal his way off the grounds, as there were still 2 weeks until the beginning of the school term. Still, if the mark ached so badly that you wanted to rip your arm off, that meant move your ass, should have already been here, and then receive the customary “crucio” for being late.
As he approached the Dark Lords throne to bow and kiss his robes, he noticed a bowed form covered in the robes of an initiate. Strange thought Severus. Being of the Inner Circle, he was usually informed of potential death eaters. Bowing, he glanced over at the still form. He noticed a large skull ring. Also, as always attuned to noticing details (saved his life quite a few times); he noticed the hand was smaller, and the nails painted black. Ah, a witch. Severus turned this discovery over in his mind. There were not very many death eater witches in service to the Dark Lord. Witches just could not do the acts and have the brutality that was needed in the Dark Lord’s service. Most pureblood wizards believed that witches were good enough only for child-bearing only, or a wizards pleasuring, no matter the status of the witch.
“Severus, welcome my faithful servant” said Lord Voldemort, “How is the old fool lately?”
"Senile as always, My Lord” sneered Severus. “There has been talk of the Order trying to infiltrate our ranks. As if they could!” Severus snorted. This was the information that he and the headmaster agreed to keep spreading, as it drove a paranoid dark lord mad to keep suspecting his ranks, thus keeping death eater raids to a minimum. The dark lord did seem unusually focused on finding traitors in his ranks at this time.
Voldemort glanced over at the initiate kneeling on the floor.
“Rise Initiate. It appears that the information you provided for consideration to my ranks merit review.”
The Initiate rose slowly, feet and legs shaking.
Severus had a sinking feeling. Did the Order really have spies other than himself in the death eater ranks? He feverantly hoped not. This initiate could be dangerous for himself as well.
“Well Severus?” Voldemort stated impatiently. “Check her out and see if she will live.”
Severus pulled out his wand, running the diagnostic spells that he knew of. All of her ribs were broken. Severe bruising, broken cheekbone, and dislocated shoulder were the least of her concern, considering the internal bleeding. How she survived is a miracle itself he thought. “The witch needs a Healer, My Lord. And rest, for at least a few days” stated Severus.
“No!”
Both wizards looked at her.
“Initiate, you have proved your loyalty to me during the rite and the information you have provided. I originally thought you were a spy for the Order. Not many wizards and no witch have borne the beatings of the Outer Circle and survived. I usually invoke this when the initiate is untrustworthy.” Voldemort was impressed. One could take the beatings of 500 brothers and sisters for so long. Yes, he reflected. This witch will be of value in time.
The witch stood up straighter. “Please My Lord. If my actions and information have impressed my Lord, I ask that I leave under my own power.”
“Very well Initiate” no emotion in the Dark Lord’s voice.
“Severus, I know you usually have a potion or two up your sleeve. Give her some pepper up potion. Just enough to respect her wish.”
He went to raise the phial to her lips, but she snatched it away from him and took one tiny sip. She handed the vial back to Severus.
Both wizards watched the witch walk out, robes and hood hiding the witch’s features.
“She reminds me a lot of you, in the early days Severus” mussed the Dark Lord.
Her voice reminded him of his childhood. He shook his head mentally as that was impossible that she would have been there.
“Who is she my Lord?” Severus asked.
“Soon she shall be revealed, faithful one. Do not worry of it until then.” remarked Lord Voldemort. He has not seen Severus fazed by anything in quite a long time. Voldemort had no doubt that the witch’s identity would elicit a response.
“Sit, Severus.” As the Dark Lord conjured a chair next to him. “What of these spies?” the Dark Lord asked, eyes narrowed and simmering dark red.
Sitting down, Severus realized that his life was going to get a lot more complicated and that Voldemort was going to test his loyalty to the hilt.
_____________________________________________________________________
Lord Voldemort released Snape after a couple of hours of conversation. He had tasked Severus to obtain the names of the traitors and crucioed him for a while to make sure he understood the purpose of his task. Snape had bowed stiffly and left his presence, robes billowing. He clearly understood, names now or die.
_______________________________________________
“Lucius, what do you think?” asked Voldemort.
“I think that we are going to find out if our brother Severus is truly loyal to our cause.” replied Lucius.
“Yessss” hissed the dark lord. “I think I have just discovered the perfect service for my initiate. Floo the School Governors and inform them that you have found a replacement for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. Request that the school have the Gelamen Philologus Ceremony for her. I think it will help her fit in and also know the enemy. If she cannot infiltrate the Order, at least Severus will have another reminder of my control.”
“Immediately, my lord” said Lucius as he left his lords presence.
The dark lord watched the retreating figure. Severus needed to be brought back closer to the fold and knocked down a peg or two; and he had the perfect tool to ensure that.
A/N: Who is the witch? Looks like Severus is in some deep trouble
Gelamen Philologus = Gathering (of) Scholars.