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A cold wind whisked through the streets of London, even though it was a rather mild summer night. Maybe only the hooded man standing on an unkempt patch of grass right in the middle of a square felt it. He stood there waiting for something, his body was full of anticipation. He kept rubbing his left arm as if it was itching him. The other hand was closed tightly around his wand. And then the thing that he waited for seemed to have happened because the man spun around and disapparated into the night.
He apparated in front of a beautiful big Mansion, standing on a small hill. He pointed his wand at the iron gate and muttered some words under his breath. The gate opened for him and the man made his way quickly up to the mansion, up a path lined with pretty red rosebushes, his robes billowing out behind him. The door was opened for him by a tiny creature with bat-like ears, it made a deep bow, but the man didn't even look down to it.
He made his way through the huge hallway with vigorous, awkward looking steps. When he had reached the end he stood in front of a big double door, with silver ornaments. Before he opened them he took a deep breath, as if inside was something horrifying waiting for him. Inside was alot of dark brown furniture and chairs with forest green cushions. In the biggest armchair sat a man, who looked like he came straight out of hell. His skin was white, chalk-white and stretched itself over his every bone. His cheekbones stood out so far that his whole face seemed to be disformed. The most horrible looking though were his eyes. Red and more slits like real human eyes. His long white fingers were stroking the head of a snake, while his eyes were fixed on the man, who had just entered the room and was now lowering his hood.
"Severus," the white-skinned man said in a strangely hissing voice.
"My Lord," Severus replied, going down to his knees in front of Lord Voldemort.
"How did the Order meeting go?"
"Fine. There are not any news, my Lord. The Order is still tapping around in the dark."
Voldemorts lips twisted slightly. "Very well indeed. So, Snape, I have yet again an order for you."
"Your request is my command," Severus said submissively.
"You know about the girl who arrived tonight?"
"Yes,Lord I do."
"My wish is that she goes to Hogwarts. Fifth grade I would say, she is much older, but she needs to be in fifth grade. And in your house Snape, that is crucial."
"Yes my Lord. I'll talk to Dumbledore about it."
"Tell him an emotional story or something that will convince him. It will not be difficult for you. I am very certain about that."
"I will do all what is in my might to please you my Lord."
"You will! You may go now Snape. You'll see the girl sooner or later, but not tonight."
"Yes my Lord." And with these words Severus left the room. As he closed the heavy doors behind him, a wash of relief came over him. Just watching a girl, just making sure she'd be in his house. Not killing anyone, not being part in another scheme to attack Harry Potter. His heart pounded ten times faster after the encounter with Voldemort than it had before. Being a double-agent strained him. Totally lost in his thoughts he walked down the hallway and bumped into somebody. Even though the light was dim, he recognized the blond hair immediatley.
"Oh Draco," Severus said absendmindetly.
"Oh, Professor Snape," Draco replied in a mocking voice. "What a suprise to see you here in my house."
"Having a good day too?" Severus said sarcastically.
"Well, how would you like it to share your bathroom with a girl in shabby muggle clothes spying on you while you are half-naked?!"
Severus just rolled his eyes. Draco was the most spoiled child he had ever met. When he had been his age, he had always found his drunken father sleeping on the bathroom floor. "You'll survive Draco," Severus said.
"Whatever," Draco spat and turned around, leaving Severus alone in the big hallway. He just shook his head, hoping that the new girl would be more thankful than the Malfoy prat was.
