A/N So this fict is Something quite different, in the meaning of the story and the way it will be written. We hope you will enjoy this dark messed up fict.
jk rowling owns Harry Potter, we do not.
The Great Mistake
"Sseveruss, A word."
His voice was cold and cutting, his face expressionless. Although his mind, for the first time in his reign of terror, was in absolute Turmoil.
His fluid body movements lead him to the back of Malfoy Manor, where for the time being he resided.
A sleek ebony black door swiftly opened itself to the serpent like man and the ridged stiff man with raven black hair.
Tom lifted his head as he glided into his most favoured chair.
"My Lord?" Severus muttered, with a confused look on his face.
The dark Lord never drank, however here he was sitting in this small office that he had claimed as his own, one hand clutching his wand and the other cradling a glass filled with fire whisky. To say that Severus was confused was an understatement.
"Severuss, a missstake has been made."
He made no effort for eye contact, which scared the dark haired man even more.
"I assure you my Lord that everything is falling into place, and going as you planned..."
The room quickly filled with a mixture of dark green and black smoke. There was a smash of glass on the floor. As soon as Snape could realise what was happening, he was face to face with the dark Lord and his wand prominently digging into his neck.
"NO!" he hissed, before quickly lowering his tone. "Severus I am the one who has made a mistake."
He backed off and lowered his wand. This admittance was something that was very out of character and this left Severus completely befuddled.
He slowly bowed his head as he spoke. "My Lord, you are the most feared and powerful wizard that has ever lived. Surly the magnitude of this error is not of any importance."
The Dark Lord looked Severus deep into his eyes. This made Severus confused as The Dark Lord never showed such emotion as... Fear, and yet here he is, with his eyes betraying his face and showing Severus fear that he had never seen before.
"Sseveruss. Take my arm."
He did as instructed.
With a loud CRACK the two dark wizards were standing in a grotty dark unfamiliar dungeon.
On first look it looked normal, as normal as a place like that could be. However when Severus scanned his beady eye over the room once more he saw something that took him by surprise.
The floor was laden with blood that spilled from a cauldron that looked all morphed and mutilated.
The room echoed with two distinct noises, one chilled him more to the bone than the other.
The first noise was the light shallow breathing of one Harry Potter in the corner. His eyes looked panicked and scared and his whole body was covered in cuts and blood smeared all over him.
However his focus on the boy was interrupted by the second noise. A noise which was considerably recognisable to any witch or wizard.
Crying.
He walked slowly towards the source of the light sob. His feet lead him to the couldron.
Snape peered over, his brow furrowed deeply.
"My Lord?"
What on earth must he be thinking?
His gaze met with Toms with puzzlement filling his brains. He looked down again, not before stepping back.
"My Lord..."
He started slow.
"Why is there a baby in the cauldron?"