A dark raven haired man was making his way down a long, light less corridor. His hair, greasy and falling way down passed his shoulders blew violently in the drafty building. His robes billowing behind him, gave him the look of a very large bat, and the expression on his face gave him that of a man who has lived a thousand years of pain. You see, he had recently lost the woman he had cared about the most in his life. She was murdered. And the thought of never having her grace him with her presence with her red hair and almond shaped eyes and her scent of summertime, pulled at his heartstrings in ways that he did not like.

Six years. It had been six years since he had lost them her friendship. He said something he shouldn't have, and he had to pay. But, he also lost something that he loved. No, not something. Someone. But what....who? He remembered that she was female, that he enjoyed her being there. That he shared with her his first kiss That she was a vampire. What he couldn't remember was her name, where she went, who she was. He remembered that she laughed when he told her his little Rendezvous with Remus Lupin. They were both friends with her, and were very sad when they both heard about her 'death' and overjoyed when she sent them a letter with the words, "If you are going to cry, why do it alone?". It was of major significance to the dark haired man because it was the first thing he had ever asked her.

But now, she was gone. And right now, he couldn't care less. He was really angry with her over her absence. He loved the girl, and she had left. Now, he was on a mission to see the man who was partly responsible for the death of Lily Potter. Again, for someone like him, and being very modest, he took all the blame. At least, a good thing, The Dark Lord was finally gone. But, when he was to return, he would suffer a great deal of pain.

He found himself in front of two gargoyles. They snickered at him, and allowed him to pass, when the man save them the password, "Lemon Drops."

"Foolish old man," he thought to himself as he walked up the spiral iron staircase. Knocking on the door, he was allowed to enter the great, large room. It was dark, little illumination by spare candles. The old, silver haired man smiled and made his way over to the dark, Gothic looking man, his arms outstretched. "Severus." The man spoke finally, pulling him into his arms, shaking the man playfully, looking him over.

"You look good, considering." he said, his eyes twinkling.

"You wished to see me, head master?" The man named Severus asked, a vein pumping in his forehead. He was staring at the man without emotion in his eyes. They were black, and reminded people of long, dark tunnels. The flame they once had died long ago, along with his childhood, and his innocence.

Innocence is lost, during initiation into the Dark Lord's power, into his hands. It was quite an awkward and embarrassing time for the young man, for he was a naive, and yet still held that innocence, and still losing it having hardly an idea what he was supposed to do. He cried. For himself, mostly for the woman he took, under the Dark Lord's orders. He doesn't like to think about it. It was shameful.

"Right Striaght to the point, as always." Again, the man was still smiling. "Okay, then, Severus. I need you to go on a mission for me to Italy. There is something I need you to do there. You need to meet with a Covenant of Vampires, go in as one....."

"But, sir, pardon me from asking, but How the hell do you expect me to do that? I am no vampire."

He smiled, yet again. "Well, you have been asked if you were one, have you not? That you look like one. And besides," he brought his voice to a teasing tone. "You have some scars that look like that of a Vampire bite."

The look on the mans face changed to extreme embarrassment, when he said, "That girl was a vampire. And.... was young and....I WAS YOUNG!" he stuttered. "And you knew of our relat-Ah!" He turned redder. "What do you want me to do, Old Man?"

His eyes twinkled once again. "There's that fire. You're going to need it when you go to Italy, no? Tell me, lad, are you still proficient in Latin?"

Sighing, he nodded.

"Excellent, Severus, Excelent......"