Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything related is the property of J.K. Rowling and anyone else who has claim to a piece of Harry's fame

Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, and Aeyr's.  Nothing more, nothing less.

Chapter 30 **Into the Dark**

Severus ran quickly across the Hogwarts lawn.  He could faintly hear the Halloween Feast going on inside and absently wondered how Saerry and Harry were handling him leaving.  Quickly he shook the thought away, closing it and the part of himself that could handle his sister and son up as he reached the edge of the Hogwarts grounds and Apparated away.

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As he reappeared, he pulled his Death Eater mask from his robes and put it on.  He hated the thing but he had to tolerate it.  For the time being.

As he set off down the dark hall of the building he was in, he heard voices.  Walking on, he saw three other masked figures.  He knew them well as he had spent years in their company yet he loathed all of them.

They were Lucius Malfoy and the elder Crabbe and Goyle.  (a/n: Didn't know what to call these guys so I decided not to give him first names.  If anyone could give me a name to give to them, I would greatly appreciate it.)

Lucius' gray eyes narrowed when he saw him and Severus knew his lips were curved in a smirk behind the skull-like mask.  He said in a cold voice, "Severus."

Severus replied in an equally cold voice.  "Lucius."

The two of them glared at each other for a moment.  At least until a short, balding man with watery eyes and a pointed nose walked up to them.  He looked at Severus and stuttered, "Th – the Master w – wants to see y – you."

Severus nodded, trying to keep the hate he felt for the pitiful excuse for a man out of his eyes.  Here was the reason his son did not have a mother, or even a proper family.

Turning, he followed Wormtail down a series of hallways.  Eventually they came to a large room with a huge throne-like chair in it.  The chair itself was made of ebony and there were hundreds of snake's carved into its surface.

And on the throne sat Lord Voldemort, his snake-like red eyes seeming to look right through Severus.

"Severus, my slimy friend, you have been hiding something from me."

Severus glanced up from the bow he had fallen into and said, putting as much confusion as he could into his voice, "My lord?"

The red eyes narrowed as Voldemort reached out and ripped off his mask.  The vaguely high-pitched voice hissed, "Lucius brought me a very interesting letter from his son.  The boy claims that Harry Potter is your son."

Severus slapped himself inwardly but stayed calm on the outside.  He hadn't spent so many years of his life keeping his emotions hidden for nothing.

"The boy must be mistake, lord.  Harry Potter could no be my son."

"Why do you say this Severus?  Did you not take the boy's mother for your own?"

Severus kept his face a mask of confusion and obedience but inside he was screaming.  He slowly nodded and replied, "I did, lord."

"And nothing came of it?"

"No, my lord."

Silence stretched out in the room for what seemed like an eternity until Voldemort said, "Very well Severus.  But, if you have lied to me you shall be severely punished."

Severus bowed his head lower, knowing what was coming next.

"Yes, my lord."

Voldemort smiled and lifted his wand.

"Crucio."

A/N: *ducks tomatoes*  Yes, I know I said nothing would happen to Sevvie or Harry but unfortunately that is not working to well.  My muse has turned evil on me.  *glares evilly at her muse, who looks amused*  Ugh, sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten a muse.