THIS IS A RE-WRITTEN VERSION OF AN OLD STORY

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DISCLAIMER

I don't own the rights to Harry Potter, I don't earn anything writing about its characters. I write FanFiction for fun and out of love and respect to the great work of JKR.

A/N: A few days ago Kitzune101 suggested I should rewrite this story because my writing had changed/improved noticeably ever since it was written and, because this had been something I'd had in mind for some time now, I decided to try it.

For those who didn't read the old version, this was an idea that came to me during that short time before you fall asleep when you're still conscious. It is a MM/SS story, but it includes AD and LV.

It's rated M because it has non-consensual sex implied and because I rarely write non-M stories so I try to be safe when it comes to ratings.

APOLOGY

Although my English and writing skills have improved over the years and still do, I'd like to apologize beforehand for any grammar, spelling or mistake of any kind that you might notice.

I am not a native-speaker. I write my fanfictions in English because my fandoms are English so to me there would be no sense in doing otherwise.

Having said that, excuse me for the long – really long – pre-note to the story, and feel free to review and comment your thoughts and complains.

ENJOY ^_^

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BETRAYED

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Plotting

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by Saeshmea

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"You can't do this to her!" he yelled at the Headmaster interrupting the peace of his office, not caring, for a single moment, for the respect he usually tried to keep towards the man who'd sheltered him in the worst of times, who'd given him a second chance. True, he hadn't done it without asking for a price, but nobody else had cared, so he felt he still owe him that respect he'd now deprived, even if the debt had long been paid for.

"We have no other option, Severus," the Headmaster replied calmly from his chair, as if he hadn't noticed that little slip on the young professors' tone. He'd never been able to stand that nonchalant attitude of him, he would be outrage if any of his pupils raised their voice to him in such way.

"Well, I do have an option," the Potions Master said dryly, heading towards the door, thinking if he could run off in time there would be no reply to his comment and he could carry on with his own plan.

"Severus," Dumbledore said right when his fingers touched the cold metal of the door handle. He'd been slow. "You know what will happen if you disobey his orders," it wasn't a question, because the old man knew, just as well as he did, what happened to the traitors of the Dark Lord.

"Getting myself killed is a better option than… no," he couldn't even say it out loud, "if I can prevent it, I will."

"Getting yourself killed is not an option," the Headmaster raised his tone of voice for the first time during their conversation, "you are an important asset in this war, Severus, and what we're trying to prevent here is losing you."

"What about her?!" he shouted, angry that he could talk about all of them as simple pieces in a game of chess, "Isn't she important? Don't you care even a little bit about her?"

"Of course I do, that's why we'll do it this way," he answered.

"I still think it'd be better to tell her," the professor insisted, "she's a member of the Order, if we talked to her I'm sure that…"

"It's easier this way," Dumbledore said, "besides, if she said no…"

"What difference is there between her saying no and doing it without her knowledge?" Snape asked in desperation.

"Plenty," the Headmaster answered.

"You'll regret this," Severus warned, waving his finger towards the Headmaster as he opened the door, "you think you're untouchable, but this… this will come back to you, I'm sure."

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He couldn't believe he'd been blindly serving such an egoistic wizard all those years. Well, yes, he could, because he'd known the real Albus Dumbledore for many years now, he knew that sometimes his ways were similar to those of the Dark Lord, but he'd never felt the need to question his decisions, not until now. This time he'd proven to have no limits in order to achieve his goals and that was frightening.

He went into his rooms and had a glimpse at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost midnight, almost the time. Severus let go a sight. He would have to do it. If he didn't, he'd be a dead man by this time tomorrow; if he died then Malfoy would have to accomplish his mission and kill Dumbledore; if that happened, the boy would have no chance to find the good path, and with Dumbledore gone, Potter would have no-one looking at his back and, the worst part of it all was that the Dark Lord would carry on with his plan anyway.

He walked straight to his cabinet, grabbed a phial and a glass. The phial, he kept it in his pocket; the glass, he filled it what was left of his last bottle of firewhisky and poured it down his throat. He wasn't much of a drinker, really, but he'd need this little courage for what was to come.

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"Every day we're one step closer to the empire we want to build," the Dark Lord had said at the end of that last meeting, after asking Severus to stay a little longer, "soon we'll have won this war and I will rule over all the Wizarding Kingdom. And I wish I could remain your lord forever but, as you all know, I'm not entirely immortal,"he'd added "I want to make sure that if I died again someone would stay here and make sure our creations doesn't fall apart. "

"We'll do it, My Lord" Severus had answered thinking that was what the Dark Lord wanted to hear "Your Death Eaters will preserve your empire"

"My Death Eaters? The once that went into hiding when I died the last time? The once who denied their connection to me to preserve their lives? No, my dear Severus, I would never entrust such a job to them, or you…" he'd said, "I meant someone young, someone with my own blood running through his veins," at that point, Severus looked just as confused as he could be.

"But… my Lord, you don't have…" he had muttered, realizing after opening his mouth that he'd might have done a mistake talking too early.

"It's ok, Severus. I know don't have a heir. Not yet," Voldemort replied, "That's why I wanted to talk to you," he made a pause and kept talking "You see, my heir can't be the son of some woman; he has to be the son of a powerful witch, one with an honourable background and with a greatness close to mine. I've been working on it for some days and only one name came to mind."

"I don't see why you need me if you already got her, My Lord" Severus had said, confused by the conversation.

"Because I haven't got her yet, Severus. In fact, I need you to bring her to me," he looked at Severus waiting for him to nod in agreement to his petition and he did, something he now regretted more than anything.

"And who would her be, My Lord, this so powerful witch who will have the privilege of carrying your heir?"

"I believe you know her very well, Severus; Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore's right hand," Severus dropped his mouth opened while Voldemort smirked, as if Minerva having any meaningful relationship to Dumbledore added even more pleasure to the idea.

"McGonagall, Sir?" he'd asked, hoping he'd heard wrong.

"Yes. You'll bring her tonight. There's no time to lose. Understood?"

The dongs coming from the clock echoed in his head. It was midnight. He stood up and walked to the big crystal window of his office - maybe he would be able to see their shadows moving in the dark of that full-moon night.

He knew that Severus had come back to the castle hoping he would come up with some of his crazy but effective plans, but if He-Who-Must-not-Be-Named was determined to make Minerva the mother of his child, he'd do it, even if Severus was dead, he'd find her himself. It would have been useless trying to do anything so, what need was there to tell Minerva, to make her learn about that awful fate?

He had told Severus to drug her in her sleep, that way he would be able to carry her out of the castle and take her to the Dark Lord's hideout. On the morning she would wake up on her bed thinking everything had been a bad dream and they would give her a miscarrying potion during breakfast. When Lord Voldemort would ask Severus about the pregnancy, he'd tell him Minerva had miscarried and the doctors had told her she was sterile. Minerva would never know she'd been raped by You-Know-Who, and he would never have his heir.

It was the perfect plan, Dumbledore thought as he suddenly saw something moving down in the snow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, placing his fingers in the cold crystal while he watched Severus take Minerva to the worst of fates.

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TO BE CONTINUED…