Severus Snape, Potions Master and spy for Albus Dumbledore, froze upon hearing his name. His eyes darted from father to son and back again. Suddenly the white mask hiding his face became constrictive and he couldn't breath. "Milord." He managed to whisper out between labored breaths. Slowly, his feet carried him up the steps of the stone platform and without realizing it, he was kneeling before the two most dangerous people in the wizarding world; Lord Voldemort and his son. "I am your humble servant." His breathing was returning to normal as he managed to calm himself down.
"My humble servant?" Voldemort questioned with an air of boredom. "Yes, I do believe that that was once true. But my son has brought evidence of your betrayal to my attention. For many months now, I have believed a traitor hidden amongst the ranks of my Death Eaters. I had suspected one of the younglings or even a child. But I had never suspected any of my inner circle." His red eyes filled with rage as he turned his attention to the assembled group. "Today you will see my rebirth! And the punishment of the traitor!" He waited for the roar of approval to die down before looking back at the pathetic man kneeling before him. "Your first mistake was betraying me. Your second was betraying me to that old fool." He hissed out, only loud enough for Severus to hear him. He motioned with a wave of his hand for two, nearby, Death Eaters to grab the condemned man and make sure he didn't escape before his punishment could be carried out. With a flick of his wrist, his wand was in his hand and he was summoning a dark mahogany chest. Once it appeared, from a room off to the left of the platform, he removed its contents, a basilisk fang dagger with the Slytherin crest carved on the handle and handed to his newly revealed son.
Draven, who had been sitting quietly, took the dagger and examined it. He didn't have a clue as to what to do with it.
"Wormtail, bring the caldron." Voldemort hissed. He waited for the pitiful man to appear again with a caldron floating in front of him. "Today I regain my body and strength which was taken from me ten years ago. Proceed, Wormtail."
The beady eyed man about tripped over himself trying to please his master. His dark eyes darted to the child seated next to his master. A child that looked exactly like his dead friend. A friend that he had betrayed ten years ago. But that could not be. His master had called him son and the boy had called him father. "Y...yes master." He held out his hand towards the boy. "Young master?" He wanted the dagger.
"Wormtail?" Draven didn't even realize that he had spoken aloud. Why did that name sound so familiar? He looked down at the dagger then placed it in the rat faced mans hand. He looks ready to piss himself. He couldn't help but think with disgust.
"Thank you young master." Wormtail took the dagger and tucked it into his robe sleeve then removed an old bone from a pouch that he removed from inside his robe. "Bone from the father, unwillingly taken." He places the bone into the caldron. "Flesh from the servant, willingly given." He removes the dagger and with lightning fast speed cuts off his own hand and lets it drop into the caldron. Then with the same dagger grabs Draven's arm and cuts into the soft flesh, with the same speed he had used to remove his own hand. "Blood from the enemy, forcibly taken." He let the droplets of blood drip from the dagger into the caldron. Wormtail lets the dagger drop to the floor of the platform as he clumsily moves around the caldron and towards the Dark Lord only to be stopped by the Dark Heir.
For half a second shock overshadowed pain. Draven blinked as his arm began to throb something fierce. Gathering his wits, he stopped Ron from moving to attack the beady little man with a raised hand. He finally realized what was going on and moved to stop Wormtail from approaching his father. "I will get him, you are not worthy to touch him." He hissed out in a voice much like his fathers. He easily lifted the Dark Lord out of his chair and moved to stand over the caldron which was hissing and bubbling . "Finish it Wormtail." He said quietly as he left go and let his fathers failing body drop into the caldron.
Wormtail seemed ready to argue but caught himself and finished the spell. "The Dark Lord will rise again!" He scurried off the platform as a black mist began to rise from within the caldron.
Draven stood transfixed. The mist swirled around him like a heavy fog on a wet London night. "Father?" He questioned as the mist began to take shape.
The mist began to fade, leaving behind the fully restored Dark Lord. "Yes child." He began to slowly walk around the platform, getting a feel for the body that he had lost ten years ago. He eyed his young heir, taking in his short messy black hair and bright emerald green eyes. And for a second he couldn't help but compare him to the two Potters that he disposed of on that Halloween night. So this is the child that had nearly destroyed me? The same child that calls me father and is set to help me rule the wizarding world? How ironic. He couldn't help but think. "Am I what you expected?" He questioned the boy.
"I...I don't know." Draven answered, honestly. He wasn't used to seeing his father this...mobile. It seemed...odd...to him to see his father so different from what he remembered. "How do you feel?"
"I feel...alive." He left his red eyes rack over his followers and then linger on Snape. A smirk formed on his pencil thin lips, making his snake like features more prominent and ghastly. "You did not expect this, did you Severus? A pity that you were caught today, Dumbledore won't know about my...rebirth."
Severus was beginning to panic again. He was right, Albus wouldn't know about the rebirth of the Dark Lord. Several members of the Order of the Phoenix would surely lose their lives because this information wasn't relayed.
He broke his gaze and moved to size up his sons new left hand man. He was still behind Draven's chair, eyes averted from looking at anyone or anything except Draven. Voldemort had to admire the boy. Draven did have good taste when it came to picking his friends and they were almost always fiercely loyal and totally obedient. He would have to talk to the boy once Severus had been punished for his betrayal. "Come, my son. Bring your friend. We have a traitor to torture." He walked down the stone stairs and motioned for the two Death Eaters to escort Snape out of the meeting room. 'This meeting is over!" He bellowed out and followed the condemned out of the room.
Draven blinked and looked at his friend. "I should have know that this was what he was planning on doing." He felt like an idiot.
Ron stepped around the chair and laid a comforting hand on his friends arm. "How could you have know unless you were told?" He was trying to be logical.
"I'm his son, Ron. His son. I should have been the one to perform the blood magic not Wormtail." Draven sneered the other mans name. "I let him down. I disappointed him." He started down the stairs.
"Ya, about that mate. You have a lot of explaining to do." Ron trailed after his friend. They were the only two left in the meeting room. All the others had apparated away.
"I guess I do. You're the only one, besides Draco, that knows my true identity." Draven explained as he exited through the side door, following his fathers path. "No, you can't use that against him."
"Wouldn't dream of it, mate." Was Ron's reply as he, too, exited through the side door. "Now what's going happen to Snape?" His muffled question faded into the stone walls of the meeting room.