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PROLOGUE

Severus apparated into a dungeon where the mark called for him, pacing along the dimly lit passageways trying to find the main headquarters. His boots made squelching noises, a few rats scurried past, leaks seeped through and slid dramatically down the stone walls. His cloak billowed behind him and he welcomed the whiff of rotting corpses invading his nostrils.

Turning a corner he was welcomed face to face with bulbous feverish eyes, wild, untamed, dark hair framing a thin bony face.

"Bella," he smirked after looking her up and down, where she wore the usual lacy gown, ripped and tattered, his eyes lingering for a moment or so at her dominant chest pushed up to its extreme. "It's me love."

A cackle escaped from her before her breaths came short and found herself biting her bottom lip alluringly.

"Severus…" She winked, "of course it is."

In an instant he violently seized her chaotic cluster of hair and hungrily assaulted her mouth like a vulture eagerly gorging its prey. She revelled in the brutality of it.

When he finally broke away she giggled biting her swollen lip wanting more.

"Patience dear, we have all night."

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"You're late."

"M'lord, please forgive me," he murmured bending down and kissing the hem of robes belonging to the figure before him, blood-red eyes stitched like slits peering at him curiously.

Voldemort smirked, "Bella…"

"I'm afraid so… I bumped into her, exchanged greetings and such."

"Yes, she's quite the distraction is she not?" And he chuckled, the sound evil and cold as the dungeon itself it reverberated in.

"And what of her sister… your-?"

"No," Severus smirked, rolling his eyes as he did so.

"I take it she isn't aware?"

"Blind as Mcgonagall."

Voldemort cackled once again.

"Speaking of Mcgonagall I'm certain she hasn't the slightest suspicion."

"As of yet- however, for now, I should commend you for your acting skills."

"You are too kind m'lord. Trust me I've known the man all my life, like a brother. A little impersonation can't be that challenging."

"And yet you betray the only person closest to a brother to you."

"Simply by means to serve you m'lord."

"Good answer." He gave Severus a fatherly-like pat gently on the shoulder.

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The two black clad figures swept swiftly through the passageways, cloaks billowing behind them until they stopped short in front of a heavy iron door with nothing but a small square of metal bars to let little of the air in.

Severus glanced at Voldemort standing behind him, his attention passive as he gazed hungrily at a scruffy scurrying rat nearby. If Severus wasn't mistaken, it looked like as if he craved the rodent.

"May I?" he started wand at the ready directed towards the door, as the snake-like head nodded behind him.

"Play nice," Voldemort smirked before lifting his wand to hex the critter now lying dead at his feet, "lets hope that wasn't our dear Pettigrew."

Voldemort soon vanished around the corner which left him, the dead rat he sent flying somewhere out there, the door and the captive behind it.

Removing all wards, Severus entered the weakly lit cell.

There in the centre of the room, slouched a helpless figure molded in its black cloak, half of its body resting against the stone wall, legs sprawled out in front of it.

Severus levelled his eyes with its face.

Black greasy hair in disarray, hollow cheeks and gaunt cheekbones, lips cracked and in need of water, the pair of empty eyes stared at his identical own.

He could be looking through a mirror.

Severus reached in from behind his robes and took out an elegant hip flask and threw it across the room where the man caught it and began fumbling with the lid to guzzle every drop down his dry throat.

"Thirsty, are we?" Severus asked rhetorically the side of his lip twitching upwards and as he approached the man ever so slowly and noticed the spark of rage now glinting furiously from the depths of the man's eyes.

"Don't I deserve at least a thank you my good old friend?"

The man remained silent and unresponsive.

Severus shook his right hand to have a thick wand slip from the sleeve of his forearm right into his grip and soon with a single elegant wave of his wand, like a frog shedding its skin, the illusion began to fade.

The man embracing his knees feebly on the floor before him waited and watched.

Like a Dementor sucking people's faces in, although less forceful, the wand pulled at Severus' face, his body, removing it, devouring it, vanishing it, revealing what lingered behind.

The man started to croak out, choking on his words, that felt like sandpaper grinding on his throat,"Lucius.."

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OK. so i hope that wasn't too confusing.

Basically, Severus is an impersonation/illusion and Lucius is behind it. The real Severus is locked up. poor kid. Lucius is having an affair with Bella. AANNDD he's just a really.. horny bastard.

I know Hermione hasn't shown up yet, but she will.. oh yes..

Knowing that the beloved potions master isn't what he seems to be.. there's bound to be some interesting turns and events in hogwarts this year..

Everything else will be explained soon, that is, if i feel like writing more.. :D

oh what a kerfuffle.