Dangerous Enemies
Chapter One
A/N: I revised this chapter to try to make it make more sense.
Severus Snape sat in the old tavern in Godrics Hollow. The tavern was called the Caoineag. Which was Gaelic for "screaming woman" that was what the Scottish called an Irish Bean Sidhe or Banshee. Severus had visited this place often, he liked the town, he like the history.
Godric Gryffindor had founded this town, and named it in his honour. The town had been founded about ten years before the famous Hogwarts had got together and founded the greatest magical school that time had ever seen.
Severus had always found history fascinating, and if truth be told, he was very good at it. At Hogwarts teachers where required to have at least two teaching skills. Severus' were Potions, History of Magic and Arithmacy. Only recently had he become interested in the Dark Arts, in the protection and prevention especially. He had his reasons, which he would explain to anybody.
He had been surprised the Albus Dumbledore had let him leave the castle to take some time off, especially in the recent events. The Dark Lord Voldemort was taking over; he had yet tried to take the school. There were rumours that he was scared to, afraid of Dumbledore they said.
Severus had only been teaching a year. He was the new-boy on the staff, he hadn't been made to feel like he was the new-boy, but he still had the feeling they talked about him behind his back. His religious observing of Kosher had caused a bit of chatter, but eventually they had begun to accept his ways. The kitchen staff had even offered to cleanse the meat so it was considered Kosher.
He sat minding his own business, so wrapped in his historical renascent he didn't see the odd looking man enter the tavern.
This odd looking man was small, scrawny and had rat like features. His sharp, sunken eyes darted around the almost empty tavern, as one searching for something that one had lost. A look of reassurance spread across his pointed face, he headed towards a table near Severus and sat down. Still Severus did not notice the newcomer.
"Do ya wan' a drink?" A tall, burly man with a very thick Yorkshire accent asked him.
"What?" Severus replied as he was brought back from the times of old.
"Do ya wan' a drink? You deaf or summat?"
"Oh, sorry. I didn't hear you. I'll have a Butterbeer thank you."
"Ya wha'?" The man looked at him with a look of confusion. "Speak slow, I can' understand you foreign blokes."
"I'm not foreign, I Welch."
"Same difference innit?" Severus made up his mind not to have an argument with the landlord over this.
"I'll have a Butterbeer please." Severus repeated.
"Ya coulda said that in fir' place." The man replied walking away grumpily.
Severus sighed. Sometimes he hated his accent; it got him into all sorts of trouble. He reached down and opened his battered rucksack; he took out the latest edition of the Daily Prophet and his reading glasses. He began to proceed in reading the latest news on Voldemorts invasion of the Wizarding World.
THE DARK LORD CONTINUES HIS ASSAULT ON WIZARDS EVERYWHERE
Our reporter News Justin reports on the latest
No one is safe. It is official. Voldemort has started a purification operation on the areas of this world that he has so far taken control off.
Voldemort has started with the removal of anyone who is Muggle born or Half Blood. He has also started an attack on the local Jewish population, using the Muggle Adolf Hitler's ideals that the Jews are an impure race. It is apparent that he wants to create a pure master race of wizards and witches. Anyone who is different is sure to be at risk.
The Minister of Magic Augustus Trimble has advised those who are Muggle born, Half Blood and Jewish to leave the magical word for their own safety, or go to places that are known to be safe for the moment.
Most of the news is incomplete, but as this situation of danger and panic increases, I shall continue to report for this newspaper.
Severus shuddered, he could remember his father telling him about a man named Hitler and how he persecuted his people and tried to eradicate them. Then as he had got older he had found out more and more about Hitler and his rise to power. From what he had, seen and heard so far it sounded like Voldemort was another reincarnation of Hitler. Despite his earlier belief he was no longer safe, he had to get out of England. Or at least back into the Muggle world.
The door to the tavern creaked open again; this time a more unusual man walked in, this man attracted Severus' attention. Despite it being the middle of July, this man was wearing a thick woollen clock pulled right up over his face. Although Severus was used to seeing people dressed like that, they still made him suspicious.
This newcomer didn't look around; he just walked swiftly towards the rat like man. He sat in the chair; Severus was interested to see what went on between these two men, if indeed the second man was male. Severus knew the rat like man, but could not put a name to the face.
"Master." The rat like man had a high squeaky voice.
"Quite you fool!" The other man hissed sharply. This man had a cold, snake like voice. A voice which entwined its way around Severus' heart and filled him with fear. Why the voice did that to him, he didn't know.
"I am sorry."
"Good, I will not tolerate stupidly. What news have you for me?"
"The Potters do not suspect anything, Sirius Black is still insisting that I am more reliable than he is." The man spoke this as if he was in great enjoyment.
"Good, what off Dumbledore?" Why where these people talking about Sirius Black, Dumbledore, and the Potters? There had to be a reasonable explanation, but from what he had heard so far, Severus was worried.
"He is still hovering round, he is getting in the way, master."
"Do not tell me my job!" The one whom the rat man addressed as 'master' replied harshly. Raising his hand Severus saw him strike the other man. He whimpered in pain.
"I am sorry master." He sobbed. "I didn't mean it."
"That is good. We shall have to deal with Dumbledore after we have dealt with the Potters. You have a plan as to what you shall do to Black?"
"Oh, yes indeed, sir."
"You will take care of it?"
"At the best of my ability."
"Good." Severus was sure the other man smiled, but he couldn't see under the clock. "I predict high things of you Pettigrew." Pettigrew! No wonder Severus recognised the man; he was Peter Pettigrew one of James Potter's precious followers. Wait, why was Pettigrew and another man plotting to kill the Potters?
"I must leave you Pettigrew." The man vanished in a puff of smoke. Who were the people Pettigrew and the other man had mentioned? Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore. Who would…then it struck him, like an arrow piercing his already broken heart. The man that had been with Pettigrew was the Dark one, Lord Voldemort, himself.
Severus gasped involuntary; he had to stop Pettigrew.
A/N: Better than the first one? Worse? Hope you like my use of Gaelic in the beginning, I can't speak Gaelic (I'm Welch, I speak a variation of Celtic) but thought it was kind off cool. I've rated this PG-13 as the entire series is going to have violence and swearing in it, I am also going to give Voldemort Hitler qualities as I think the two are quite similar.