Chapter 4 , In chapter 3 Dumbledore went to warn threatened people, but was successful in making Severus promise to come back the following morning. Inbetween, Voldemort called his Deatheaters…
One after the other, the Deatheater were disapparating from the meeting place. Lord Voldermort himself had gone with the night commando, off to the McKinnons.
But on two opposite sides of the field, two black hooded figure remained. One of them had not made a single moove since the Dark Lord had called the meeting off, stiff and tense, looking far away the darkened land. The other had first made a move to follow the other and disapparate, but had seemed to think better of it, had wavered, and was now heading toward the contemplative Deatheater.
Noticing the careful approach, the last turned abrubtly toward the intruder, fixing his powerful gaze on him.
The newly recruited Deatheater, as he happened to be, stumbled backward and nearly felt, surprised by the intensity of contempt in the other's eyes.
_Come to gloat about betraying your friends ?
He was clasping his hands together, turning them, nervous.
_ No, not at all, I don't want them to get hurt…I…
And with a little more assurance.
_I had no choice but put them on the list…anyone could have corrected it, had I not… And Our Lord does not like " mistakes " …of any kind….
_No ? I would not have guessed.
Severus Snape raised an eyebrow, which his opponent could not see, but one cannot take habits off so easily.
_Anyway, James is strong enough to protect himself and his family, Sirius and Remus would help him too…They got wind from an " Anonymous Source " in the Ministry that The Dark Lord was after them and they plan to go in hiding… I warned them. I don't want them to get hurt.
_ And You tell Me that, a loyal servant of Our Lord, I should tell Him.
_No, please, no…I know why you were followig us around…and I DID help them, warn them…
Somehow, Snape had managed to frighten him. He did not care about turning the other in anymore, like he would have done a few days ago. But one's pride still remain, and he clung to his former's beliefs to find an appropriate response.
_ …I'm helping Lily…
At those words, Snape decided himself suddenly, so swiftly he added, as though he had not heard the last few words.
_ I could warn Our Lord… His voice trailed mockingly on the word, an imitation of the pompous tone the former Gryffondor had used a few moments ago.
…of your failure…but… His voice raised as he paused, captivating the other's attention.
I believe He would not forgive you This Time…You already failed on this subject didn't you ?
He went on without letting time for any response.
We CANNOT afford weakling amound Ourselves. I won't tell this time, but remember, one sign, just one, that you are not loyal…and I won't show mercy.
_ I won't . I will…I will be loyal .Thank you… I…
With a last look of dedain, Severus Rogue sent him away, and disapparated.
London. He had promised Dumbledore he would come back in the morning, that left him a few hours to sleep.
He entered the Leaking Cauldron, rented a room, and went to bed, trying to forget Pettigrew's tempting tones… " I know why you were following us around. …. "
I had no time to write chapter 3 and I did not want to forget my ideas for chapter 4 , what do you think ? Please review.
One after the other, the Deatheater were disapparating from the meeting place. Lord Voldermort himself had gone with the night commando, off to the McKinnons.
But on two opposite sides of the field, two black hooded figure remained. One of them had not made a single moove since the Dark Lord had called the meeting off, stiff and tense, looking far away the darkened land. The other had first made a move to follow the other and disapparate, but had seemed to think better of it, had wavered, and was now heading toward the contemplative Deatheater.
Noticing the careful approach, the last turned abrubtly toward the intruder, fixing his powerful gaze on him.
The newly recruited Deatheater, as he happened to be, stumbled backward and nearly felt, surprised by the intensity of contempt in the other's eyes.
_Come to gloat about betraying your friends ?
He was clasping his hands together, turning them, nervous.
_ No, not at all, I don't want them to get hurt…I…
And with a little more assurance.
_I had no choice but put them on the list…anyone could have corrected it, had I not… And Our Lord does not like " mistakes " …of any kind….
_No ? I would not have guessed.
Severus Snape raised an eyebrow, which his opponent could not see, but one cannot take habits off so easily.
_Anyway, James is strong enough to protect himself and his family, Sirius and Remus would help him too…They got wind from an " Anonymous Source " in the Ministry that The Dark Lord was after them and they plan to go in hiding… I warned them. I don't want them to get hurt.
_ And You tell Me that, a loyal servant of Our Lord, I should tell Him.
_No, please, no…I know why you were followig us around…and I DID help them, warn them…
Somehow, Snape had managed to frighten him. He did not care about turning the other in anymore, like he would have done a few days ago. But one's pride still remain, and he clung to his former's beliefs to find an appropriate response.
_ …I'm helping Lily…
At those words, Snape decided himself suddenly, so swiftly he added, as though he had not heard the last few words.
_ I could warn Our Lord… His voice trailed mockingly on the word, an imitation of the pompous tone the former Gryffondor had used a few moments ago.
…of your failure…but… His voice raised as he paused, captivating the other's attention.
I believe He would not forgive you This Time…You already failed on this subject didn't you ?
He went on without letting time for any response.
We CANNOT afford weakling amound Ourselves. I won't tell this time, but remember, one sign, just one, that you are not loyal…and I won't show mercy.
_ I won't . I will…I will be loyal .Thank you… I…
With a last look of dedain, Severus Rogue sent him away, and disapparated.
London. He had promised Dumbledore he would come back in the morning, that left him a few hours to sleep.
He entered the Leaking Cauldron, rented a room, and went to bed, trying to forget Pettigrew's tempting tones… " I know why you were following us around. …. "
I had no time to write chapter 3 and I did not want to forget my ideas for chapter 4 , what do you think ? Please review.