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Chapter 1

The Prime Minister of Britain had had a very difficult week. He had spent hours and hours sorting through papers of all the recent tragedies that had happened, and coming up with explanations for them. The collapse of the bridge, the missing families...how could they all have happened at the same time. Somehow, he felt they were connected. The Prime Minister sighed and went to his computer. What he needed now was a break.

He opened up youtube and searched for naked women dancing to classical music. Then he pulled down his pants and relaxed in his chair.

"Fudge requests a meeting!" bellowed a voice. The Prime Minister turned around, bewildered, to find a portrait of a man in a silver wig.

"Now?!" questioned the Prime Minister.

"Immediately," replied the portrait. And right away, Fudge popped out of the fireplace, bowler hat and all.

The Prime Minister shrieked, shut down his computer, and frantically tried to pull up his pants.

"Nice of us to meet again, Prime Minister," smiled Fudge, holding out his hand. The Prime Minister wiped his hand on his shirt and shook hands. The truth was, the Prime Minister hated meeting with Fudge. Not only did he always come with bearings of misfortune, he treated the Prime Minister like a baby orangutan with ADHD.

"Nice to see you too, Cornelius," lied The Prime Minister. "So what brings you here?"

"You know perfectly well why I came," pointed out Fudge. He went into a lengthy explanation of all the attacks recently. He talked about Voldemort and his followers, of the missing and dead such as Amelia Bones, of the death eater attack on the bridge, and about how hard it was trying to cover this all up from the Muggle community.

"But Fudge- haven't you been doing anything about it? I mean you're Minister of Magic after all!" the Prime Minister burst out.

"My dear Prime Minister, you can't honestly think I'm still Minister of Magic after all this?"

"Well then, who is?" asked the Prime Minister.

"We thought Rufus Scrimgeour would be a good choice, but he would rather be fighting with the Aurors. So we've left the job to Maximaf Stone. We thought she'd cheer the public up a bit."

As if on cue, a skinny woman with a unibrow and bulging eyes popped out of the fireplace. The Prime Minister's first impression was that she looked rather jolly for such dark times. She quickly introduced herself as the new Minister of Magic and poured the Prime Minister a glass of butterbeer she conjured out of her wand.

Fudge and Stone started to discuss the situation animatedly with each other, and the Prime Minister started to feel left out. He sipped his butterbeer. It tasted somewhat sour to the Prime Minister, and after he drank it he noticed something was wrong. He felt his nose start to swell up like a balloon. He yelled in indignation but his voice came out as a nasal squeak.

"Got you, old chap!" Stone cackled and pounded him on the back as if they were sharing a joke. Fudge looked unimpressed.

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Narcissa and Bellatrix rushed into the house at Spinner's End on the cold night. Snape was waiting at the table, fingers laced together.

"Severus- I'm sorry, but you are the only one who can help me!" Narcissa moaned.

"Him?" sneered Bellatrix. "What has he done all these years but hide from the Dark Lord's service?"

"I have been spying on Dumbledore all these years," said Snape smugly.

"So? The Dark Lord considers me as his most trusted servant," boasted Bellatrix.

"Well, the Dark Lord considers me as his son!" retorted Snape. There was a silence. Narcissa wiped her eyes with her napkin, as Bellatrix stared very interestingly at Snape.

"Severus," Narcissa finally said. "The Dark Lord has asked my son Draco to do something very dangerous. He has asked him to try to kill Albus Dumbledore- which he will surely fail to do! And then the Dark Lord will kill him, an act purely of revenge against Lucius!" She cried for a minute. "I want you to swear that you will protect him at Hogwarts."

Snape nodded. "Go on."

"I want you to do an Unbreakable Vow."

Snape looked straight at Narcissa. "And so I shall. Bellatrix, you will be the bonder."

Bellatrix looked astonished but she agreed and drew her wand. Snape and Narcissa linked hands.

"Will you, Severus Snape look over Draco as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lords' wishes?" asked Narcissa.

"I will," replied Snape, and a flame from Bellatrix's wand wrapped itself around their hands.

"And will you do your best to protect him from any harm at all, and I mean every little thing that tries to hurt him? And will you act as a comfort to him and wipe his tears from his face when he is sad? And follow him every single place he goes, including invading his privacy, to make sure he doesn't cause trouble?"

Snape opened his mouth in shock and narrowed his eyes. "I-I will," he got out.

Narcissa smiled triumphantly. Bellatrix's spell wrapped around their hands and binded them together in a fiery glow. The Vow was complete. Snape was unaware of how much trouble this would cause him in the future.

New Chapters will come each day! Will be at least 12 chapters.