In 12 Grimuld place/headquarters or the Order of the Phoenix
Albus Dumbledore looked every bit his age the evening of Halloween 1995. He looked at all of the members of his order with tired eyes. He sighed then said "Ok my friends let's get this meeting over and done with, Severus what's the news on Voldemort's side?"
Severus Snape sat up and set steely eyes on the headmaster before saying "Nothing as of yet, the Dark Lord has been unusually quiet and inactive as of late, but I'll expect something to happen soon."
"Very well. William is there any news on the goblins as of late?" He said looking at Bill Weasley. The boy looked at Dumbledore sadly before shaking his head in the negative and saying "No". "Very well is there anything else that anyone needs to tell me?"
When everyone remained silent he nodded and said "Very well, meeting adjourned." He stood up and walked into the hallway motioning to Severus, who walked over to him. "Severus my boy, how long has your mark been bothering you?" he said with concern.
"For about a week. I didn't want to mention it during the meeting." Severus said as he rolled up his left sleeve of his robe, but not before looking around to see if anyone was looking other than Dumbledore.
The Dark Mark was pitch black and was writhing slightly like a snake. "This is the first time it's moved in over two years." Exclaimed Severus flinching at the sight of the Dark Mark moving.
"This isn't good not good at all," Dumbledore said worriedly "Roll up your sleeve you're going whiter every time you look at it." Severus quickly rolled up his sleeve and put his arm down before asking "What do you think this means Headmaster?"
Dumbledore looked worried "I think you were right. I think something is going to happen soon. Get some sleep my boy, you're probably going to need it." He said before turning away and walking down the hall. He stopped almost immediately as Severus fell to the floor in a heap writhing in pain while holding his left arm to his chest. His mouth screaming a silent scream of pain.
"Sirius get down here quick!" Dumbledore yelled up the stairs as he tried to help Severus. Sirius Black ran down the stairs and immediately rushed over to help the Headmaster with Severus.
"I'm sorry Severus, but this is going to sting." Sirius got up and brought out his wand, pointed it at Severus and yelled "Stupefy!" Severus went out like a light but was still writhing on the ground "Potrificus Totalis there now he can't hurt himself" Black said "Yet he will need to go to his master soon, or else we'll lose him as a spy Dumbledore."
"Yes, I know. Please wake him up and untie him in five minutes and tell him he needs to go to Voldemort, please."
"I will"
"Good night, Sirius"
"Good night, Dumbledore" and with that Dumbledore left number 12.
Severus Snape never enjoyed going to Deatheater meetings in the first place, but this one had to be the worst of them all. The moment he got there he was dressed in his Deatheater robes and was kneeling at the feet of the Dark Lord. "Rise Severus." The Dark Lord said.
Severus stood up and looked at the Dark Lord expectantly. "Move over here Severus" indicating his left side. Severus moved and stood there as the other Deatheaters walked into the room. Severus couldn't help but wonder why he was on the left side now and Lucius was down there among the others and not replacing him on the right side. It was just then that Voldemort spoke.
"I have gathered you all here tonight my friends for a special celebration of sorts." Just then a man in pitch black robes, a pitch black cloak, and a white face mask on entered the room.
His mask was far better than the ones Severus and his fellow Deatheaters wore. The man's mask seemed to be molded to his face. There was no way to find out who the man was through the mask for it covered everything but his eyes which were a startling dark red like the Dark Lords were. The only differences were that you couldn't find any emotion of any sort in them and that there was no hope of mercy in them.
Severus looked into the Dark lord's eyes and found a little of that hope in them. There was also a lot of unhidden excitement in them. 'Oh great this isn't going to be fun' Severus thought.
"Ah! You have arrived. Good. Deatheaters, I have found my Heir and he is standing before us." Proclaimed the Dark Lord. Whispers immediately broke out among them as the man stood to the right of the Dark Lord. The man then started to stare into the crowd of Deatheaters with his red eyes making many of them flinch or look away hurriedly.
"Tomorrow we will raid Diagon Alley, and my heir will be leading it. Return here tomorrow at noon and I will select those who are going. If you are not here, you will be hunted down and killed. Dismissed." the Dark Lord said.
The Deatheaters looked excited as they left, but Severus stayed back and knelt before the Dark Lord and his Heir. "My Lord."
"What is it Severus?"
"I wish to present a gift to your Heir if I may?"
"You may"
Severus turned to the man and knelt before him. Severus knew he was digging himself a larger grave by doing this, but it must be done. "My Prince, I wish to be your humble servant, to be by your side as your right hand if you will have me?"
The man looked down at Severus with cold eyes then in a voice as cold as ice said "Rise Severus Tobias Snape and be my right hand." Severus rose up to his feet and looked at his Lord. "You will stand at my right during meetings and fight beside me, which means you are going tomorrow whether you like it or not. For now do as you will, but when I call you, you damn well be here or I'll kill faster than you can blink. Remember that my father is still you master Snape or else things won't be pleasant for you."
Before Severus could blink the man was gone. Still startled Severus bowed to the Dark Lord then left the room. He returned to number 12 and called Dumbledore still white as a sheet.