Acheron was making his way to Simi's. Albus had suspended him from teaching. 'Oh well, our plan will take place sooner rather then later.' Acheron thought with a smile.

After a while he came upon a small log cabin. Acheron looked around to make sure he was not being followed. He knocked on the door and Simi answered.

"Hello, Simi, how are you doing?" he asked.

"Simi and Sakarabru are fine. She missed her lover a lot!" Simi screeched.

"Oh, I missed my lover so much." Sakarabru said walking up to Acheron and kissing him.

"We will be rid of Severus soon, then you can draw Potter out and our Lord can kill him."

A little ways off in the distance Severus Snape sat watching a girl he liked kissing his brother and plot to kill him! 'She works for the Dark Lord! I should have known!' Severus' mind screamed.

"That little slut is going to get it!" Severus growled.

Sakarabru had just used him to get out and see Acheron. Severus meant nothing to her; he needed to stay focused or he would be caught. He watched as Acheron enter the house. Severus made his way over to the house, stealthily. He could hear them talking, but could only make out some of what they where saying.

"…kill him?"

"We could…"

"Dying alone…" Snape moved to get closer, but stepped on a twig and it snapped.

"Did you hear that?" asked Simi.

"Yeah, lets check it out."

Severus froze and looked around for a place to hide. 'Where can I hide?' Before he could move Severus felt a hand over his mouth.

"Shh, just follow me. I have someone who wants to talk to you." The man who spoke had an English accent.

Snape nodded, stood up, and followed the man. He was about 5ft 4in and as skinny as Severus himself. The man had brown hair with red streaks in it and blue grey eyes as well. He was wearing a glove on his right hand, but it did not cover his fingers.

"Where are you taking me?" Severus asked.

"I told you someone wants to talk to you."

"You could at least tell me your name." Severus muttered under his breath.

"Scabior."

"I'm sorry?"

"Scabior. My name is Scabior."

"Oh well, I'm Severus Snape."

"I know who you are. You are the Potions Master at Hogwarts. I went there; was sorted into Slytherin. You must have started after I left." Scabior said.

"What do you do exactly?" asked Snape. He was a little more concerned because Scabior was a Slytherin like himself.

"Me? I'm a Snatcher. You want it or need it we will get it. Even if you need us to get someone we will." Scabior stopped and turned to face him. "You know the person I am taking you to see is a Snatcher, but we do not work for Lord Voldemort.

"Then why does this Snatcher want to see me?"

"You know her. At least that is the impression I got. She knows a lot about you."

"What's her name?"

"I am not aloud to tell you."

"Not aloud to tell me?" Scabior nodded. "Why not?"

"She wants to tell you herself."

"When are we going to reach this-"

"We're here." Severus looked around and saw very little. There was at least four tents, a small pile of wood; which Severus guessed was for a fire. But he saw no people.

"We're back!" Scabior called.

"What took you so long?" a female voice called back.

"Sorry, love. I had to think fast; our friend had stepped on a twig and was almost caught by our friends in the cabin."

"Love?" Severus mouthed.

"She is my wife and she wants those people in the cabin dead as much as you do."

"Why?"

"Come on, Severus, you should know why I would want one of my younger brothers dead. Father is already taken care of. So you don't have to worry." The woman stepped out of the tent. Severus looked at her and his breath caught in his chest.

"Val-Valentina?"