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Chapter 10

The consequenses of your actions

THe room was really dark that night, Severus thought as he watched the Dark Lord walk among his deatheaters. He was individually speaking to each of them about the events that had transpired as of late. When he spoke to them in this manner it meant one thing, he was looking for truth, he was using legilmency against them all individually because someone was hiding something. Something important. And they all knew, to attempt to lie to their master, well it was to be killed.

He sat in his seat and watched as all of the others were questioned and as they apparently passed seeing as no one had died yet.

"Why are you shaking?" Voldemort spat at a very small cloaked figure.

"I..I am not..my..my Lord..." the man said in a very small voice.

"YOU are hiding something, something of use. You WILL TELL ME NOW! Or you will die." he demanded.

Severus watched as the man lowered his face to the table and as the Dark Lord raised his formidable wand and shouted.

"Crucio!"

The man writhed on the ground, screaming in agony. For Merlin's sake, thought Severus, just tell him what he wants. The spell was released and the man lay panting at his masters feet.

"I didn't think it of importance, the baby, the baby isn't due to arrive until August my lord." the man said in between sobs.

Everyone's heads snapped to attention at the mention of the word baby.

"Ahhh another baby to born,m why are you protective of this one? Whom will it be born to?" the slippery voice asked the trempling lump of black robes.

"The Potter's, my lord, James and Lily Potter. I only just found out." he said quickly.

Severus felt his world melt beneeth his feet. Lily, pregnant with that imbisil's child, his Lily.

"You only just found out, how did you only just find out, are you not right with in their inner group of friends, do they not trust you, why didn't you know before?"

"I..I..I.. I think they kept it from everyone, not even Dumbledore seemed to know, they just announced it at the order meeting last night. I swear I only just found out. But she isn't due until the middle of August, surely that can't be the child of the prophesy, surely my lord."

Then the thought of what this truly meant crashed around him. Lily was pregnant, by Potter, a man who had defied th Dark Lord three times already, if this baby was indeed born in July he would be the one, the only other option was the Longbottom child. Lily, his Lily would be killed, there would be no safety for her. More than likely both children and parents would be killed just for measure. He was going to lose Lily. And he had pinned all of his hopes on Potter keeping her safe.

"SNAPE!" the voice boomed.

He jumped at being adressed by name, although he was one of very few in their group who was known to all, most of their identities had been kept secret, but seeing as his job was to infiltrate hogwarts and perhaps the order it had been impossible to stay unknown, all Hogwarts applicants were public knowledge.

"Yes my Lord." he replied in the most emotionless voice he could.

He was an accomplished occlumens but when emotions flew this high it was hard to hide them.

"The Prophesy, What did it say, tell us again."

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... " he parrotted unwaveringly.

"As I see it now, we have only two candidates, the Longbottom child, who will be celebrated as a rare pureblood, I would rather not kill a pureblood child. I see so much potential in them. Though if left to be raised by the order he will be of no use to us. And the Potter brat. A half blood, pureblood father, mudblood mother. Won't be isn't as important as the other, but with parents of their strength I dare say the child could have outstanding magical strength. Both parents have thwarted us three times need I remind you of your failures. Though I should think that seeing as the perputrators have since been disposed of you all know how important seeing to my bidding is.

We will wait until they are born. We will see the children, see when they are born. If it is true the Potter child doesn't come until August than our way is clear is it not? If not, then we may just dispose of the entire group, I daresay the order would be weaker with out that lot. Isn't that right my rat like little spy?" Voldemort hissed at the man who was now sitting on his knees on the floor.

"Y-Yes my Lord." he stuttered

"And if it comes to it, you will find a way to help me reach the child, and kill James and Lily Potter?"

"Y..Yess my Lord any thing you desire...Anything." he said softly.

Severus' blood ran cold. Lily could die, and soon this couldn't be happening. He only left her alone so she would be safe. That idiot pureblood was suppost to keep her safe, he couldn't do anything right.

He stared at the small man who had climbed into his seat. He appeared to be shaking, Severus could tell, from being and accomplished Legalmins as well, he was despairing as much as he himself. He didn't want to see them die either. He loved them, well he loved James it appeared. Stupid traitor, that's what happens when you turn spy and try to keep your old life. Eventually you lose it, and apparently even if you give it up, you still run the risk of losing it.

His Lily was standing in the line of the most powerful wand in the world. His Lily, his best friend for most of his life, was going to be killed.

His mind drifted to afternoons spent in the park together and the way the sunlight gleamed off her hair. He could hear her voice like she was right beside him.

"And you will still be my friend? Even if I am in Gryffindor?" she said quietly as she sat on the bottom most step.

"Lily, I will always be your friend, no one will ever understand me like you do, lion or snake does it really matter?" he had said as he pushed her hair from her shoulder.

He remembered her smile that day, just moments after being sorted.

"No Sev, it doesn't matter to me. I will miss you." she said softly as she stood to follow her prefect.

He recalled the feeling of loss, watching her walk away from him that night. He wouldn't lose her for good. This would not be happening.