Malfoy Manor (AKA the Dark Lord's Lair) – 2nd May 1998
Arriving at Malfoy Manor, no less than 33 minutes early, Severus was met by a black blur, otherwise known as his wife who promptly dragged him into a concealed room behind a bookcase before even a hello (the lack of manners must really be rubbing off) she launched into full blown 'rescue Harry mode' (which she seemed to do a lot considering who she was being the 'right-hand' and all). At the end of her tirade she squealed (Severus would NEVER admit that it sounded rather like a pig in a poke for fear of divorce), hugged him and let the cat out of the bag.
"So, in the 10 minutes since you found out Harry's been captured you managed to assume me and Minerva would arrive early for this 'briefing', construct a fully blown all eventualities plan that won't reveal our loyalties and torment your nephew to the point of tears" remarked Severus.
"Well, for one I didn't do all that in 10 minutes, it was 9 but that's beside the point and someone had to use a degree of intelligence to organise a plan as you obviously are descending to the intelligence level of my darling nephew's friends, or rather human shields" retorted his wife.
"Well my darling Bella, a simple hello would have been nice and I do believe this meeting will start in 20 minutes and as his right-hand, you really should be there 15 minutes early and we still have to enchant that portkey or Our Lord knows how Harry will turn up" replied Severus, finally winning one of their arguments making the total Bella 591: Severus 1.
With that Severus wrestled the catnip mouse off of a slightly spaced out tabby (or a certain Transfiguration professor) and proceeded to work some complex, if slightly illegal, portkey charms that should lead to Harry and Minerva being stranded in a North Mountain, that is if his geography skills were accurate (and considering it had been a long time since he had to locate Mr Messy on a map in muggle primary school that could be a slight problem).