Everything I Do, I Do It For You

Chapter 5:- Decisions Made

In the following week, Dumbledore had sent owls to all of the students, stating that they had an extra two weeks’ holiday. He felt that they deserved it, with the fall of Voldemort. They should spend this momentous occasion with their families celebrating. He also had another agenda: he had to hire more staff, and on short notice.

The Ministry still hadn't recognized the fact that Voldemort was dead. He shook his head; he had his work cut out for him.

All of the staff and students that had survived had recovered. Although they were not physically injured anymore, he knew that they were all mentally and emotionally scarred - and that it would take a long time for them to heal.

Dumbledore felt a sudden twinge that one of their own was no longer with them in Hogwarts.

“Draco,” he half mumbled to himself.

Yes, it was time. The time he had been dreading, the time to call Severus back into the past which he thought had been left behind when the Dark Lord was vanquished.

Sighing to himself, he strolled over to the fireplace, picked up a bit of floo powder, threw it onto the fire, and said in a half-hearted voice, “Professor Snape’s chambers.”

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Severus was getting plastered yet again. A glass of firewhiskey was half enclosed in his hand. He felt so useless. He still had no idea what had happened to Miss Granger, and if drinking firewhiskey until he passed out was the only way to numb the guilt and pain, then so be it. He was on his fourth glass when the fire, which he was staring intently into, changed to a green colour and Dumbledore stepped out of the flames. He let out a low growl which signified that he wanted to be left alone. Dumbledore acted as if he hadn’t heard it and took a seat next to the Potions Master.

“So how have you been, my boy?” Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I’ve been better,” Severus huffed.

“Any news on Miss Granger?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.

“No, and you know it,” Severus replied, a little bit of anger creeping into his voice.

“Ah, so it would seem,” Dumbledore replied, with a hint of a mischief in his eye.

They both sat there, neither of them speaking. Severus finally gave in.

“What do you want, or are you just here to annoy me?”

“Oh come on, my boy, you know that isn’t true. Well, I was hoping to ask you for your services once more.”

“What services could I possibly offer you?” Severus paused and continued. “Which role do you wish for me to become? A Death Eater, a spy, a washed up Potions Master!”

“My boy - you have our love and much more. You don’t realize how vital you were to the Order. Without you we couldn’t have won this war,” Dumbledore stated, his eyes threatening to spill over with tears.

The glass fell from Severus’ hand as he placed his head in his hands and cried.

Dumbledore moved closer to Severus, putting a reassuring arm on his back. Severus stiffened a little at this; however, he soon relaxed and let it all out. Although he was a deeply private man, he knew that Dumbledore, of all people, would understand this and would never judge him or speak of it again.

Severus wiped his eyes with his hand and looked up at the Headmaster. He had a look of complete anguish on his face, before it vanished and his face and body language changed into the Potions Master that the students feared.

“What do you want from me?” Severus said, his voice not hinting at the vulnerability that Dumbledore knew he had just displayed.

“Well, it would seem that Mr. Malfoy has just left the grounds, and although I know he is not a foolish boy, he did state that he was going to kill all of the remaining Death Eaters to avenge his father,” Dumbledore said, looking at Severus.

At this Severus looked up at Dumbledore. A feeling of calmness swept over him as he gazed into the Headmaster’s deep, blue eyes.

“That fool,” Severus finally said. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you, if you are willing, to go after him. I give you full permission to do whatever you must to bring him home.”

Severus breathed in heavily, exhaling in a huff. He got up to get his robes and wand off the dresser. Making his way to the door, his hand froze on the doorknob as he heard Dumbledore’s voice.

“And Severus,” his tone was icy, sending a shiver up Severus’ spine. “I don’t want you to leave any of them alive. Question them about the whereabouts of Miss Granger, and then dispose of them as you see fit.”

Severus merely nodded his head as he opened the door to his chambers and left.

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A/N : Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer. Sorry about the delay I have had some computer problems.

Please read and review. Go kick some ass Severus!!!

Thanks once more to my beta, LydiaCarol for doing this chapter for me...

Disclaimer:- Not mine, J.K.R's unfortunately...