Author's note: This was inspired by the lovely Samira Ali. Thank you for making me have inappropriate dreams about Saruman
Obligatory Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize are not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling, J.R.R Tolkien, George Lucas and various other millionaires. Sadly I am not one of them. But soon...
I may have borrowed ideas or words from other authors, especially Loten (she's fantastic!) so full credit goes to them wherever it's due. And the lovely cover image is courtesy of eviloverlords dot com the head word is all Ian Fleming's.
"A dry martini," he said. "One. In a deep champagne goblet...shaken, not stirred"
Chapter one
Severus sighed. The things he had to do for this man. He really should have read the fine print on his contract...
The coffee was terrible. One would have thought that muggle coffee would be better than the wizard bilge he had to deal with but apparently not. What he wouldn't do for a good strong hot cup of coffee. The years he spent in Colombia earning his mastery for Potions had ruined him. Now all he could do was grimace and hope the inner lining of his stomach would survive this onslaught.
"Can anyone recognize me?"
"No, my Lord. Your powers of concealment are to be admired" Severus intoned with a practised air of servility
This man and his vanity! Once you got over the fact that he was the great and mighty Lord Voldemort, he was really quite irritating. He had such a fragile ego; any little thing could send him into a tantrum. "Just like a child", Severus thought contemptuously. All he did was assure him that yes, he was feared; yes, Potter had terrifying nightmares about him; of course his last nose job was successful...he was a glorified babysitter.
How embarrassing.
But somehow this managed to be more mortifying.
Lord V had spotted the ad in the Daily Prophet a few weeks ago:
Evil Overlords Anonymous. A place where you can share your plans to rule the world and no one will accuse you of war crimes. A place where you can meet and talk with your fellow dubious despots. All are welcome. Meeting is in the basement of Saint Anthony's on Hill Road, Saturdays 7:00 to 9:00 p.m
Severus had scoffed at the ad, insulted the editor and promptly forgot all about it. Until V summoned him and insisted that they just HAD to go and did they have any murders penned in for that Saturday?
And now they were in the basement of some drafty church, drinking sour coffee and wearing the most ridiculous disguises.
"The glamorous life of a spy" Severus thought sardonically.
A/N: What do you think? I know it's short but the other chapters will be longer. I would love feedback of any kind. Thank you!