RUMORS
In a dark corner of a manor two voices could be heard. One was silky smooth, the other gruff. Some people would say in reflection of their appearances. What were these two talking about the other masked figures wondered. Some thought it to be riches, plunder and gold. Some thought perhaps marriage, children, love or sex. The whole lot of death eaters would be scared and not to mention shocked to find it was none of these. Not really. They were discussing the Dark Lord.
"Really I think it should be you Severus." The silky blond said. The gruff voice belonged to none other than Severus Snape. His black hair and hooked nose were his distinguishing features.
"You want me to inform Deatheaters, who would kill us for suggesting it, that the Dark Lord has lost his mind. Lucuis are you really that close to him that yours is going to?" Snape answered in reply. Just than the doors slammed open. All gathered bowed low. All except for the two who were deep in conversation.
"Is there a reason you see fit not to bow?" A cold voice that belonged to the Dark Lord, you-freaking-know-who asked. The man had many names Lord Voldemort being a favorite. Tom Marvolo Riddle was long dead to him.
"Master, we apologize. We were just talking about a rumor, believed to have been started by the light. It's about you." The lord looked at his two followers. Turning to the rest he ordered them all out, except for those two.
"Very well. What is this rumor?" He asked in a bored voice.
"Um ."
"Severus, please tell me. Lucuis be quiet. Not even able to answer a simple question."
"Um well my lord. From what I've heard there's a rumor going around that you are irrevocably in love with Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived." Severus Snape watched closely for signs that this was all it was. They got an unexpected shock. Lord Voldemort laughed.
"They finally figured it out. Took the idiots long enough." Lucuis and Snape looked at each other.
"Excuse me, my lord but what?" Lucuis asked. Tom looked at his right hand man than into the shadows.
"You have something to do with this?" He smirked. Out of the shadows stepped a sixteen year old boy.
"Yes, I figured that this way we don't have to pretend to kill each other anymore," Harry Potter said. He stopped for a moment than he smirked and added "Father". With that revelation the two gossipmongers hit the floor passed out cold.