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Chapt 2 A Traitor
Chapter 2: Traitor
Severus walked up the path to the gates of Hogwarts as fast as his legs would carry him. How dare the headmaster put not only his life (not that he had much of one, but it was his life) but the lives of other, less equipped wizards to deal with the Dark Lord. There were too many times after one of Voldemort’s “teaching” episodes that he could have sworn that DEATH himself was waiting for him to expire. How could those other wizards deal with that? He wasn’t sure himself sometimes. A vow made long ago to protect a lost loves son. Many a time, thinking he was going to die, he would remember Lily’s green eyes, and her smile. That somehow kept him out of the clutches of DEATH. With the Order’s newest scheme, He was no longer sure if he would want to carry on. He might just embrace DEATH, as that would be more bearable than never-ending torture if caught. The Dark Lord can be very spiteful when crossed.
He was so lost in his rage and anger that he did not notice the figure standing at the entrance gate, leading up to the school. “Are you Severus Snape?” The figure asked.
“As if it is any of your business.” He sneered as he quickly drew out his wand.
“Nice try.” the figure replied, flicking the wand away. “I have heard so much about your skills and it is a pleasure to test them. I admit I’m disappointed though. I really thought you would be more of a challenge.”
He growled “I was distracted, but now that you have my complete attention, I assure you that you will be challenged ……and found wanting”
As Severus pondered his options, the figure spoke out again. “Not wise to do any of those actions you are thinking about. Let me hasten your decision not to do anything.”
He saw the arm of the figure perform a motion and to his horror he discovered that he could not move or speak. Such a display of wandless, silent magic had never been witnessed by him. He suddenly became very wary and decided to let the figure play it out. He could not determine whether the figure was a witch or a wizard. Severus was sure that whoever it was had magically changed their normal voice.
“Now that I have your undivided attention, let me assure you that I have no intention on harming you or those interesting locks that you call hair. I could have taken you out and rushed your meeting with DEATH anytime I desired. It would do you well to remember that.”
The figure looked beyond Snape and to the castle. “Let’s cut to the chase shall we? I know that you are the toady, henchman, or whatever name you want to call yourself; to the leader of the Order of the Phoenix Albus Dumbledore. You betray our Lord at every opportunity, provided you are sure you will not get caught. The body of Lisa Clearwater did not get chopped up for potions ingredients. She is currently very healthy and residing in the States.”
Glancing back to the professor, the figure continued to speak. “How fitting that it should be you who will personally get to know how much value the old man places on you.” Suddenly, the figure whipped out a wand and fiery letters began forming names. “Poor Reg Cattermole. Muggle-born wife. Just had their first son 5 days ago. Pity. Do you think the old man will choose you over him?” The wand waving stopped as they both gazed at the last name formed. SEVERUS SNAPE floated silently in front of them.
Severus suddenly found himself released from the spell that was binding him. He noticed the figure silently watching him.
“Frightening, isn’t it?” The figure asked, walking up to stand next to the potion master and handing him back his wand.
He glared at the figure, noticing the midnight blue robes trimmed with silver. Very expensive robes. He filed that away for further thought. The face was hidden by a hood, but Severus could tell that the figure was also wearing a mask that he did not recognize.
“You can’t figure out if you should be angry, or relieved that it is all out in the open, or even feel scared shitless.” The figure coldly stated.
“What are you going to do?” demanded Severus.
The masked figure chuckled and lowered the hood so that their eyes met. Black obsidian met black obsidian. The eyes behind the mask reflected no emotion, sending shivers down his back.
“Why, nothing at all. It is up to your leader to determine this. The dark lord was told five wizards are spies of the order. I know there are seven names I have given you.”
The figure conjured up a blood red piece of parchment and taped it. “Dumbledore will draw a single line through the names of the two wizards he wishes to save. If more than two single lines are detected by the parchment, all seven wizards will be revealed. He is not to tell you who he has chosen. Bring that to the next death eater meeting. The meeting is to be a revel. A revel full of….. interesting acts and nastiness. Be prepared.”
Mask glowing in the moonlight, the figure tapped on the parchment, muttering an incantation, and then sealed the parchment with a wax seal imprinted with a crest. “Recognize the charm?” asked the figure.
Severus stiffly nodded.
A gloved hand with a skull ring handed the parchment over. “That should send away any curiosity of the contents, and insure that it gets delivered to the right person. Farewell Professor Severus Snape. I am sure that we will meet again very soon.” The figure walked away and then apparated without a sound.
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Severus unwarded the gates and stepped through. After putting the wards back up, he slowly walked up to the castle reflecting on the conversation and his observations at the gate. He could not tell if it was a witch or a wizard. The robe was finely tailored, leading that the person behind the mask was probably very wealthy. And the eyes and voice. Severus involuntarily shuddered. No emotion was shown and the voice made him think of ice slowly reaching up his body until he was fully incased. Severus shook himself and continued walking.
He soon found himself standing in front of the gargoyle protecting the entrance to the headmaster’s office.
“Well?” snarled the gargoyle impatiently “Password?”
“Sugar Quill.” He sneered back “You are lucky, gargoyle; that the headmaster is quite fond of you. Otherwise, you would be the bits of stone and mortar that I soooo long you to be.” Serverus’robes billowed as he went up the stairs.
Before he could knock, the headmaster opened the door and let him in. Dumbledore started tea when he looked at the dour potions master eyes and reached instead for a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses. Filling up a glass, he silently handed it over to Severus. Severus slammed the drink down his throat, then holding the glass out for more.
The headmaster’s eyes followed the potion master. Severus had not said one word since entering the office. That was unusual in itself as he was always quick to complain about being pulled away from his brews.
Severus went to the headmaster’s penseive and started to extract the memories of the day’s events, using his wand. He just could not trust himself to speak at the moment. He then walked over to the window, opened it, and sat down upon a stool. The wind blew gently against him, slightly moving his hair. His eyes gazed over the grounds.
Albus looked over at Severus with growing alarm. He gathered the pensive and placed it upon his desk. He slowly leaned his head forward into the penseive………and came back out of the penseive a couple of hours later.
The headmaster joined Severus at the window, conjuring up a stool as well.
Severus wordlessly handed over the red parchment. Dumbledore examined the wax seal. “Severus, is this what I think it is?”
Severus glanced over “The Prince family seal. That is impossible as the Prince line follows witches and my mother is dead. I do not have any sisters. They probably used that to get some kind of reaction out of me.”
Albus read the letter and looked down the names. He picked up a quill and carefully lined out two names. He then sealed the parchment and handed it back to Severus.
He tucked it into his robes. He did not care to know who the Headmaster had chosen. He would rather leave it at that.
Fuck it. He grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey from the headmaster’s desk, grabbed some floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. “Professor Snape’s quarters” he intoned. He stepped through and was gone in a flash of green.
Much Later…….
Severus finished the remaining firewhiskey and threw the bottle into the fireplace, causing the flames to flare up. He was unsteady as he headed to his bedchambers. As he flopped down on the bed, a sudden realization struck him….. The ring! "Oh shit!" he muttered as he passed out.
A/N Hmmm Severus makes a discovery, wonder what it is?
Severus walked up the path to the gates of Hogwarts as fast as his legs would carry him. How dare the headmaster put not only his life (not that he had much of one, but it was his life) but the lives of other, less equipped wizards to deal with the Dark Lord. There were too many times after one of Voldemort’s “teaching” episodes that he could have sworn that DEATH himself was waiting for him to expire. How could those other wizards deal with that? He wasn’t sure himself sometimes. A vow made long ago to protect a lost loves son. Many a time, thinking he was going to die, he would remember Lily’s green eyes, and her smile. That somehow kept him out of the clutches of DEATH. With the Order’s newest scheme, He was no longer sure if he would want to carry on. He might just embrace DEATH, as that would be more bearable than never-ending torture if caught. The Dark Lord can be very spiteful when crossed.
He was so lost in his rage and anger that he did not notice the figure standing at the entrance gate, leading up to the school. “Are you Severus Snape?” The figure asked.
“As if it is any of your business.” He sneered as he quickly drew out his wand.
“Nice try.” the figure replied, flicking the wand away. “I have heard so much about your skills and it is a pleasure to test them. I admit I’m disappointed though. I really thought you would be more of a challenge.”
He growled “I was distracted, but now that you have my complete attention, I assure you that you will be challenged ……and found wanting”
As Severus pondered his options, the figure spoke out again. “Not wise to do any of those actions you are thinking about. Let me hasten your decision not to do anything.”
He saw the arm of the figure perform a motion and to his horror he discovered that he could not move or speak. Such a display of wandless, silent magic had never been witnessed by him. He suddenly became very wary and decided to let the figure play it out. He could not determine whether the figure was a witch or a wizard. Severus was sure that whoever it was had magically changed their normal voice.
“Now that I have your undivided attention, let me assure you that I have no intention on harming you or those interesting locks that you call hair. I could have taken you out and rushed your meeting with DEATH anytime I desired. It would do you well to remember that.”
The figure looked beyond Snape and to the castle. “Let’s cut to the chase shall we? I know that you are the toady, henchman, or whatever name you want to call yourself; to the leader of the Order of the Phoenix Albus Dumbledore. You betray our Lord at every opportunity, provided you are sure you will not get caught. The body of Lisa Clearwater did not get chopped up for potions ingredients. She is currently very healthy and residing in the States.”
Glancing back to the professor, the figure continued to speak. “How fitting that it should be you who will personally get to know how much value the old man places on you.” Suddenly, the figure whipped out a wand and fiery letters began forming names. “Poor Reg Cattermole. Muggle-born wife. Just had their first son 5 days ago. Pity. Do you think the old man will choose you over him?” The wand waving stopped as they both gazed at the last name formed. SEVERUS SNAPE floated silently in front of them.
Severus suddenly found himself released from the spell that was binding him. He noticed the figure silently watching him.
“Frightening, isn’t it?” The figure asked, walking up to stand next to the potion master and handing him back his wand.
He glared at the figure, noticing the midnight blue robes trimmed with silver. Very expensive robes. He filed that away for further thought. The face was hidden by a hood, but Severus could tell that the figure was also wearing a mask that he did not recognize.
“You can’t figure out if you should be angry, or relieved that it is all out in the open, or even feel scared shitless.” The figure coldly stated.
“What are you going to do?” demanded Severus.
The masked figure chuckled and lowered the hood so that their eyes met. Black obsidian met black obsidian. The eyes behind the mask reflected no emotion, sending shivers down his back.
“Why, nothing at all. It is up to your leader to determine this. The dark lord was told five wizards are spies of the order. I know there are seven names I have given you.”
The figure conjured up a blood red piece of parchment and taped it. “Dumbledore will draw a single line through the names of the two wizards he wishes to save. If more than two single lines are detected by the parchment, all seven wizards will be revealed. He is not to tell you who he has chosen. Bring that to the next death eater meeting. The meeting is to be a revel. A revel full of….. interesting acts and nastiness. Be prepared.”
Mask glowing in the moonlight, the figure tapped on the parchment, muttering an incantation, and then sealed the parchment with a wax seal imprinted with a crest. “Recognize the charm?” asked the figure.
Severus stiffly nodded.
A gloved hand with a skull ring handed the parchment over. “That should send away any curiosity of the contents, and insure that it gets delivered to the right person. Farewell Professor Severus Snape. I am sure that we will meet again very soon.” The figure walked away and then apparated without a sound.
_______________________________________
Severus unwarded the gates and stepped through. After putting the wards back up, he slowly walked up to the castle reflecting on the conversation and his observations at the gate. He could not tell if it was a witch or a wizard. The robe was finely tailored, leading that the person behind the mask was probably very wealthy. And the eyes and voice. Severus involuntarily shuddered. No emotion was shown and the voice made him think of ice slowly reaching up his body until he was fully incased. Severus shook himself and continued walking.
He soon found himself standing in front of the gargoyle protecting the entrance to the headmaster’s office.
“Well?” snarled the gargoyle impatiently “Password?”
“Sugar Quill.” He sneered back “You are lucky, gargoyle; that the headmaster is quite fond of you. Otherwise, you would be the bits of stone and mortar that I soooo long you to be.” Serverus’robes billowed as he went up the stairs.
Before he could knock, the headmaster opened the door and let him in. Dumbledore started tea when he looked at the dour potions master eyes and reached instead for a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses. Filling up a glass, he silently handed it over to Severus. Severus slammed the drink down his throat, then holding the glass out for more.
The headmaster’s eyes followed the potion master. Severus had not said one word since entering the office. That was unusual in itself as he was always quick to complain about being pulled away from his brews.
Severus went to the headmaster’s penseive and started to extract the memories of the day’s events, using his wand. He just could not trust himself to speak at the moment. He then walked over to the window, opened it, and sat down upon a stool. The wind blew gently against him, slightly moving his hair. His eyes gazed over the grounds.
Albus looked over at Severus with growing alarm. He gathered the pensive and placed it upon his desk. He slowly leaned his head forward into the penseive………and came back out of the penseive a couple of hours later.
The headmaster joined Severus at the window, conjuring up a stool as well.
Severus wordlessly handed over the red parchment. Dumbledore examined the wax seal. “Severus, is this what I think it is?”
Severus glanced over “The Prince family seal. That is impossible as the Prince line follows witches and my mother is dead. I do not have any sisters. They probably used that to get some kind of reaction out of me.”
Albus read the letter and looked down the names. He picked up a quill and carefully lined out two names. He then sealed the parchment and handed it back to Severus.
He tucked it into his robes. He did not care to know who the Headmaster had chosen. He would rather leave it at that.
Fuck it. He grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey from the headmaster’s desk, grabbed some floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. “Professor Snape’s quarters” he intoned. He stepped through and was gone in a flash of green.
Much Later…….
Severus finished the remaining firewhiskey and threw the bottle into the fireplace, causing the flames to flare up. He was unsteady as he headed to his bedchambers. As he flopped down on the bed, a sudden realization struck him….. The ring! "Oh shit!" he muttered as he passed out.
A/N Hmmm Severus makes a discovery, wonder what it is?