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Chapter 63 ~ The Evaluation

Mathias dropped his occlumency walls as they both entered the tent, Severus immediately lowering his eyes to the floor. Mathias stared at Voldemort, who looked back at him, scowling slightly. When Voldemort did not address them, Severus looked up slightly and saw his son meeting the Dark Lord's gaze evenly. He elbowed him.

Mathias sullenly dropped his eyes to the floor.

"Most impertinent," Voldemort thought as his eyes swept over the boy, "But I can feel his power. And his darkness. His willfulness can be handled with a few Crucios."

"Ah, the impertinence of teenagers, eh Severus?" Voldemort said to the Potions Master.

"Yes my Lord. My apologies. My son forgets himself," Severus said, his voice rather irritated. Mathias shifted his eyes toward his father then back at the floor. "Please allow me to introduce my son, Mathias John Snape."

"You may look at me, boy," Voldemort said.

Mathias raised his head and stared at the Dark Lord. Voldemort probed his mind. He saw no hatred there, but he did see Mathias dueling with rather advanced spells for a fourth year. Hell, they would be advanced for a seventh year. Many of the spells were dark and the boy appeared to be battling a black wizard. He noted they didn't actually hit each other with the darker spells, but shot over each other's head. The black wizard was equally as skilled. A pity he was inferior.

"You are quite skilled at spell casting, Mathias," Voldemort stated, his eyes narrowed.

Mathias didn't reply. Severus felt his stomach clutch. Mathias wasn't being cooperative at all.

"Damn it boy, talk!" the Potions Master thought desperately.

Suddenly Mathias said, "Yes, my Lord."

Voldemort smiled.

"Ah, so he speaks," the wizard said looking at the boy. He was the spitting image of his father in everything but his facial features. "Leave us, Severus."

Severus bowed.

"Yes, my Lord," the Potions Master replied, giving Mathias a severe "I will kill you myself if you fuck this up," look before he backed out of the tent.

Mathias got the message.

Voldemort looked at Peter.

"You may leave too, Peter," he said to the wizard.

"Yes, my Lord," Peter said, walking out of the tent. He was the only one permitted to turn his back to the Dark Lord.

Voldemort looked at Mathias steadily for a moment.

"So Mathias Snape, what do you think of me?" the Dark Lord asked him.

"I don't know you sir. I don't know what to think of you," Mathias replied evenly.

Voldemort nodded.

"An honest answer," he replied. He pulled out his wand and pointed it in the center of the room. A large stone appeared.

"Can you destroy that, Mathias?" he asked the young wizard.

Mathias looked at him. Voldemort sighed.

"I am not a teacher from Hogwarts or an Auror, Mathias. The rules don't apply here. Show me what you can do, boy," the wizard said evenly, "if you want me to give you a positive evaluation."

Mathias pulled out his wand and blasted the stone to powder. Outside, everyone stopped talking as they heard the blast, wondering what was going on. Severus' heart was pounding. What was happening in there?

Voldemort's eyebrows rose.

"Such power in one so young. How old are you now, boy?" he asked him.

"Fifteen, my Lord," Mathias replied.

"Impressive," the Dark Lord said thoughtfully. He pulled out his wand and created a much larger stone.

"Destroy that one," the wizard instructed.

Mathias obliged him, blasting the stone so powerfully that dust showered them both. Voldemort scourgified himself, then Mathias. The entire tent shuddered as if it would fall and the guests were all staring at it. Jasmine looked extremely worried. She turned to her father.

"What's going on in there?" she asked him, concerned for Mathias.

"Hopefully the Dark Lord is just testing Severus' son," Draco replied, "And not killing him."

Jasmine paled as she looked at the tent, praying Mathias was all right.

As the dust settled Voldemort said, "Show me some dark magic, boy. I know you do it."

"I need something to focus on," Mathias said, "Something made of wood."

Voldemort created a stump for him. Mathias looked at it then raised his wand and muttered a spell. A stream of magma issued from his wand tip, landing on the stump and reducing it to ash instantly.

"Now, that's a nasty little spell," the Dark Lord said with approval. He eyed Mathias.

"Can you cast Unforgivables?" he asked the young wizard.

If he could, that meant not only did he break the law, but was clever enough to have learned to use the spells without getting caught by the Ministry.

"Yes," Mathias responded.

Now Voldemort was very impressed. How could one so young cast a Killing curse? He would have to have strong intent, murderous intent for that. And the Crucio required cruelty to work…the Imperio a very strong desire to control. Murderous intent…cruelty, a strong desire for control? Mathias Snape was shaping up to be quite a prize indeed.

"Peter!" the Dark Lord called.

Peter Pettigrew instantly appeared.

"Yes, my Lord?" he asked.

"Bring me an animal," he said, "Anything you can find."

"Yes, my Lord," he said, disappearing.

After a while Peter came back with a little white poodle with a pink bow. Jasmine watched him walk by with her mother's dog. Eloise had a thing for muggle animals. Normally the dog would be traveling with her, but was left behind this time.

"What are you doing? That's Sweet Sweet. She belongs to my mother!" Jasmine demanded. Sweet Sweet was a pampered little thing, but a very sweet dog.

"The Dark Lord needs it," Peter replied, not stopping.

"Needs it for what? Bring her back!" Jasmine said, starting to follow him.

Draco stopped her.

"Stop it, Jasmine. If the Dark Lord wants Sweet Sweet, he can have her. He can have anything he asks for," the wizard said.

"But what is he going to do to her?" Jasmine asked.

Draco knew most likely the dog would die.

"I'll get your mother another dog," he said.

Jasmine's eyes went wide.

"But father," she protested.

Draco spun on her.

"I said I would get your mother another dog, Jasmine! Stop questioning me and go see about the guests! Now!" Draco yelled at her.

Jasmine stared at her father as everyone looked at them. He had yelled at her. And in public. Her eyes started to glisten and she took one more look at the tent before running inside the Manor.

Peter brought Sweet Sweet into the tent. Mathias looked at the pretty white poodle and his heart sank. Peter sat the dog down in front of Voldemort. Sweet Sweet wagged her tail when she looked at Mathias, then growled at the Dark Lord.

"Do the Imperious curse," the Dark Lord said. "Make her walk on her hind legs and do somersaults."

Mathias looked at the cute little dog.

"Couldn't we use a niffler? This dog belongs to someone, my Lord," Mathias said.

"No, we will use this animal," Voldemort replied in a show of power.

The Dark Lord made a large gesture with his wand.

"This tent is protected. The Unforgivables will not be detected by the Ministry," the Dark Lord said. "Now, the Imperious."

Mathias cast the spell, and the startled dog stood up on her hind legs and started to walk around. It was easy to see the poor creature was terrified. Then she did several somersaults, yelping with fear. Mathias was about to release her.

"No…she will run. Now do the Crucio spell," the wizard directed.

Mathias scowled at the wizard, but remembered his father warning him to do whatever the Dark Lord asked.

With hatred in his heart, Mathias cast the spell on Sweet Sweet.

"Crucio!" he said, and the dog began screaming and shuddering. He held it on her for a few seconds then let her go. But Sweet Sweet was too small to handle such a curse, and she fell over, trembling and seizuring horribly. Mathias could hear the poor dog's bones cracking. Without Voldemort's urging he pointed his wand at her.

"Avada Kedavra!" he cried, his black eyes glistening as the dread green light enveloped the shuddering dog's small body.

Sweet Sweet fell still, released from her pain. Mathias turned his black eyes on Voldemort, hiding the hatred seething inside of him. There was no reason to kill someone's pet. A niffler would have been fetched for the wizard immediately.

"Are you satisfied, my Lord?" he asked him.

Voldemort looked at him speculatively.

"Yes. Yes I am, Mathias Snape. You are extremely powerful for a fifteen-year-old wizard. Despite your mudblood mother…"

Here Mathias fought to keep from bristling. Voldemort calling his mother a mudblood was grounds for hexing…in his case, murder. For a moment, the boy thought about casting the Killing curse on him. But if it failed all hell would break loose. He needed Andreas. They had a pact that they would face him together. Andreas made him promise not to do anything stupid.

"…you seem to have quite a developed magical signature," the Dark Lord finished.

"My mother is a very powerful witch. She is a Spells Mistress," Mathias said to him, trying to defend Hermione without coming across as being belligerent.

"I am aware of your mother's ability. Still she is tainted, as are you. But in your case, Mathias, you can have quite a bright future ahead of you as one of my Inner Circle deatheaters. You will be greatly respected and feared, and when I take over the wizarding world, you will be given a position of authority. I find you suitable, Mathias Snape. You may go. Send your father in."

Mathias turned his back on Voldemort and walked out.

Voldemort scowled. The boy was going to be difficult, but worth the work. Voldemort wanted him, and would have him.

Severus walked in and bowed low.

"Yes, my Lord?" he stated.

"You may look at me, Severus," the Dark Lord said. The Potions Master straightened.

"I believe sparing your son was wise on my part. He is extremely powerful. Were you aware he can cast Unforgivables?" the Dark Lord asked him.

Severus' eyes fell on the dead poodle.

"No, I wasn't my Lord," he said darkly.

Voldemort chuckled.

"Now, now, Severus. Don't be angry at the boy. He has great power which will only grow more powerful when he reaches manhood. He is also quite cunning to have learned those spells without being discovered. Not many fifteen-year-olds have enough darkness in them to cast Unforgivables. You should be proud. I want him for my inner circle. He will become one of my personal bodyguards. But he is in great need of direction. He does not follow protocol well. He looked at me directly when he arrived, he turned his back to me when he exited, and questioned me when the animal was brought in for the demonstration. Next time I see the boy, I want him suitably deferential. If you don't teach him, Severus…I will."

"Yes, my Lord," Severus replied, relieved Mathias hadn't been crucio'd.

"Very well, Severus. You may go," the Dark Lord said dismissing him.

"Yes, my Lord," Severus said backing out of the tent and heaving a sigh of relief. Mathias was waiting for him, and the wizard's face turned black.

Severus strode past him.

"Come on," he hissed.

"Shit," Mathias thought, hurrying after his father. Every eye was on the boy as he passed. What had he and the Dark Lord been doing? Normally every interview was a rather quiet affair. Without knowing it, Mathias Snape became a matter of interest for many curious witches and wizards. Many would have their eye on him.

Mathias caught up with his father as they headed out of Malfoy Manor to a spot where they could apparate.

"You didn't listen to me, Mathias. You could have been crucio'd or worse. I taught you the proper protocol for dealing with the Dark Lord," he seethed at the boy.

"But dad, I got in there and it all went right out my head," Mathias lied. He'd wanted to challenge the wizard.

"Well, the next time you meet him, you'd better plug up all your orifices, Mathias…because if you do not show him the proper respect, you will be tortured," the dark wizard replied.

They walked through the large gate and past security. Severus stopped and put his arm around Mathias' shoulder.

"When you and I get back to Hogwarts, we're going to have a long talk about your spell work. You are going to tell me every single spell you know, Mathias. Every one. If I think you are holding out, I will not hesitate to give you my own special brew of Veritaserum. Do you understand me?" Severus asked him.

"Yes sir," Mathias said sullenly.

Well, he would have to give up the spells. But at least his use of the Old Arts could be kept a secret.

Together, father and son disapparated.

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A/N: Some meeting eh? I think by Voldemort taking Sweet Sweet, and Draco's reaction, Jasmine got a rude awakening. Some meeting between Mathias and the Dark Lord. His killing of Sweet Sweet was out of mercy…much like his father would kill muggle women at the revels after they had been raped and mutilated. Please review this chapter. Thanks.