"The Dark Lord has his wishes Snape." I spat without looking back

"But, how am I supposed to get him here?" He whispered

"You find that out for your self. It's your job. This way maybe you can make up for your ignorance!" then I aperated away.

Snape stood there a mean, nasty, puzzled look on his face. Not a good combo. How am I supposed to get him here? With him disaperating every few seconds, and with those Granger and Weasley friends of his by his side. There's only one way to get him here for the Dark Lord…

"Snape!" Bellatrix's voice shattered the air like broken glass.

"What do you want Bella?" he slowly turned around on his heel.

"Sky tells you to get to it now, or she'll kill you her self." She crackled "But I think your going to die anyways!" she sang out.

"Not before you! Avada Ke-"he couldn't finish,

"Crucio! You didn't think you could kill me did you? I mean me being the Dark Lord's favorite and all. Well under Sky that is." She snarled. Snape couldn't do anything or say anything for that matter, for he was writhing around like a worm caught on a sidewalk. "But, of course, I can't kill you now. I wish so much I could, but the Dark Lord bids you to do the job, then I can kill you how ever I want!" then she disaperated.

Great, what am I going to do now? Either I get Potter, and bring him to the Dark Lord, and get killed by Bella, or not get Potter, and let Sky kill me. Great. Well I'll go with Bella killing me. Who knows what Sky would do to me!

"Now the hard part." Serverus muttered to him self, "Finding Potter, and bring him to the Dark Lord." He aperated to where Sky was. Of course, at what's left of the Three Broomsticks. "Sky, do you have any leads to where Potter is" he made sure to spit at the name.

"Yes, 400 miles due North of Hogwarts, in the forest. Now, get to it, before I rip your head off right here and now."

"Okay, I'll be back in a week with Potter, and his friends what do you want me to do with them?"

"Kill them, they aren't useful. But only if they put up a fight. They might not since you were once their professor." She said less mean this time.

"If I don't succeed?" he asked nervous

"You die. I'll be doing it. How ever I want." She smirked "Either you be back in one week exactly, with Potter, and his friends dead; be dead; or don't ever show up, and I'll hunt you down and kill you my self." Snape didn't say anything, before he disaperated to go find Harry.

Either be back in one week exactly, with Potter, and his friends dead; be dead; or don't ever show up, and I'll hunt you down and kill you myself. The words replayed again and again as if it was a broken record in his brain, and it couldn't ever stop. Over, and over.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HARRY?" he heard the shriek of a girl, or a non-manly man

"I-I-I don't know, it was as if something took over me."

"Well, maybe the locket made you do it Harry." Someone else said

"Take it off Harry, you need to take it off!" the other person commanded

"Hermione, quiet down, someone will hear us!"

"Oh Ron, calm down, we have this place secure!" Hermione shouted

"But you never know, maybe someone will know how to get around our spells.