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Severus and Miranda decided to take Persephone with them to Spinner's End. Normally, she would have opted to return to the 'good life' in the mansion, but she had grown attached to Severus. She like him almost as much as she adored Miranda. Plus, when Miranda had referred to Wormtail as 'Rat Man' she wanted to see what moron would turn into a rat.

Persephone was Miranda's familiar and as such, could understand everything she said. It was this connection that had allowed the cat to save her owner that night the intruder broke in with the intention of killing her.

Miranda made up her mind that if Persephone were around when Wormtail was in his animagus form, she wouldn't let her near him. As much as she would love to see him eaten by a cat, she didn't want Persephone ending up with rabies. There was no telling what diseases he may have come in contact with as a rat.

They had been at Spinner's End for three days now and there still hadn't been an opportunity to push Rat Man down the stairs yet, but not for lack of trying. The asked him to go near the top of the basement stairs to bring her things several times. Each time he responded, saying he was a guest and she should do it herself.

"You might be a guest in a cat's stomach soon," she mumbled.

"What was that?" asked Pettigrew. No doubt, he wanted any evidence to hand over to Voldemort about her.

"Oh, nothing, just trying to get rid of the scum."

"Scum? Make sure you wash your hand before you go near the food." He was so caught up snickering at the comment, he forgot to stay away from the stairs. She flicked her hand, heard a pig-like squeal and Pettigrew flew down the stairs. "I'm alright," he called. "Just a bit bruised. Ow."

Miranda was laughing and clutching her side when Severus walked in. "I take it your plan finally worked," he smirked.

"Yep," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "I told you it would be less boring here."

"Perhaps we should begin shagging in various places around the house," he suggested. Of course, he was just kidding. Severus Snape was not and would never be the type of man to put himself on display, but it was entertaining to imagine Pettigrew's face if he saw.

"You mean, so that way Wormtail will see and have a fit?" Miranda asked. He nodded. "Hmm. It's a good idea. We'll save that plan for when he gets really annoying. For now, I'm content pushing him down stairs. Besides, he's already at high risk for a heart attack, with the chubby rat cells clogging his veins."

"Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you're making diabolical plots?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"No, but I-" she was cut off by Severus grabbing his left arm.

"The Dark Lord seems to interrupt at some horrible times."

"Are you sure Umbridge isn't holding him hostage?"

Severus attempted to smile, but it turned into a grimace due to the pain. They went upstairs and got their robes and silver Death Eater masks. Miranda didn't have the mark, but she did need to wear the mask and robe.

"I only hope that it's not a revel. I don't want you to be expo0sed to that," he said with a frown.

"What exactly is a revel?" she asked, slipping the robe around her shoulders.

"It's a horrible thing the consider a type of party, where they rape, torture and murder muggles."

"That sounds horrible," she whispered. The idea of that much destruction performed by a group of people just because others didn't possess magical abilities made her stomach turn.

"It is horrible, which is exactly why I don't want you around one."

"I just thought of something," she whispered, tapping his shoulder to ensure she got his attention. She whispered so Wormtail wouldn't hear if he was still in the house. "What if he knows we brought Sirius back?"

"Then we shall deal with the consequences," he hissed. Miranda could see he was angry thinking about what would happen if Voldemort found out what they had done. Feeling his anger fill the room, she decided it would be best if she allowed him to calm down and walked out of the room.

Severus wasn't really angry with her. He was more angry with himself for neglecting to think about what the Dark Lord would do if and when he discovered it. For a threat that was always there, he certainly seemed to be forgetting about it quite often. He was reminded of Moody saying, "Constant vigilance." He snorted, recalling two years ago when he discovered Moody was actually Barty Crouch, Jr. under the guise of Polyjuice Potion.

"Are you ready?" Miranda asked, walking back into the room in full Death Eater garb. They apparated side by side to Malfoy Manor, where many of the meetings were held. Voldemort had his signature throne brought into the ballroom. It was one of the few rooms of the mansion large enough to hold all the Death Eaters at one time.

Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange were there, Narcissa looking rather distraught. 'The poor woman is probably lost without her husband around,' thought Miranda. Lucius didn't seem to appreciate his wife as much as he probably should, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes you love someone in spite of all the reasons that indicate you shouldn't.

Of course, Wormtail was cowering behind the throne. He was terrified of the other Death Eaters because he knew that they were aware that he was the person that told Voldemort everything he could to get them tortured and punished. Some had come close to losing their lives due to the rat's favorite habit.

"Ah, Severus, Miranda, good to see you," said Voldemort with his snake-like smile. "Wormtail has just been telling me about your latest activities."

Sorry to leave it there, but don't worry, I'll update again soon. Oh, and I prefer to think of the Death Eaters wearing the silver masks. Even though the half skull masks seem more fitting, it really creeps me out. Please review.