Part two:
Severus composed himself; shows of emotion were weaknesses he could not afford. Luckily he had always been a great actor, another of his many talents. Who else could pull of this as well as him, only one other. Blade. She never let Sev find out who she was before joining Voldemorte, not even a clue. When they were undercover Sev himself almost believed her lies. Some of which were so far fetched, it was almost Grifindorish to try and pull it of. His Blade a Grifindor, not likely. She was much to cunning for that.
He pulled a billowing black robe over what he was wearing, preparing to go down to dinner. He smiled bitterly.
'Time to jump through hoops for that old fool.' He thought snidely. Sev pulled open the door of his dungeon retreat and glided soundlessly towards the great hall. His face a stormy mask, like always. What little they all knew about the real Severus Snape, contrary to popular belief he did have a sense of humour. Of course he could never show them, they wouldn't appreciate what he found funny, His Death Eater wit would be wasted on them. Oh how he had wanted to laugh gleefully when Harry had been taken during the tournament, but he bided his time just in case, and lo and behold the little bugger had escaped again. Of course they had all blamed Crouch for what had happened, he had no mastery for the art of deception. It hadn't even occurred to Dumbledore that Sev might not have given him real truth potion. Crouch was under Imperius the whole time telling Dumbledore what Severus wanted him to know. And Fudge only helped matters by sending the Dementors to 'kiss' Crouch.
The great hall was filled to full capacity; Sev glanced around the hall before taking up his seat at the teacher's table. He saw Harry and his two followers looking sickeningly cheerful.
'I would have though he would have had the decency to be scared over the Dark Lords rising but no he is way to stupid for that.' Sev thought. 'obviously a new year has cased him to revert to his old uncaring ways. Ah well, if he is not on his guard it just makes him all the easier to capture.'
"Ah Severus, glad to see you could make it." Dumbledore said cheerfully. Sev forced a smile.
"Of course." 'You stupid old bastard he added silently.
"I hope this year turns out to be less 'eventful' that the last." Albus asked hinting at a question.
"I have no reason to assume that it would be otherwise." Sev told Albus implying the Voldemort had no plans that Sev was aware of. Which was actually true, there wasn't any 'plans' just an order for general mayhem to scare the public. Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"That is good."
"Yes" Sev replied all the while thinking 'you make me sick.' With the little exchange over they got back to dinner. Sev looked at the Slytherin table, wondering if Dumbledore was aware just how many of them were Death Eaters even though they didn't carry the mark. Draco was shaping up to become a formidable power, much more so than his father. It was entirely possible that Draco would earn a position in the inner circle a place where Lucius could never hope to be. Sev almost smiled, he reminded him so much of Blade almost as if she was his mother, which knowing Blade was entirely possible. Her and Sev had a pretty open relationship. Since witch and wizard babies come to term so much quicker than muggle babies, and with the help of magic during childbirth unwanted pregnancies were not that much of a big deal. He knew about a couple of the Slytherin's that owed part of the patronage to Blade. She just left them with the fathers; Blade wasn't really the maternal type. He very nearly smirked then as he could point to one in particular who was his and Blade's, and the 'father' had no idea that he was not in reality the father at all. Blaise was shaping up to be a fine Death Eater. Some others might have had some paternal leanings but not Severus, he really didn't give a shit.
Sev felt a searing pain on his forearm, his lord was calling him. He sent a look at Dumbledore as if saying I have to go. And of course Dumbledore had no qualms about letting Sev go, he still believed that Sev was working for him, what a joke. He stood up and walked calmly towards the door of the great hall, once out the door Severus made his way to the nearest fireplace where he floo'd to Voldemort's mansion.
Severus composed himself; shows of emotion were weaknesses he could not afford. Luckily he had always been a great actor, another of his many talents. Who else could pull of this as well as him, only one other. Blade. She never let Sev find out who she was before joining Voldemorte, not even a clue. When they were undercover Sev himself almost believed her lies. Some of which were so far fetched, it was almost Grifindorish to try and pull it of. His Blade a Grifindor, not likely. She was much to cunning for that.
He pulled a billowing black robe over what he was wearing, preparing to go down to dinner. He smiled bitterly.
'Time to jump through hoops for that old fool.' He thought snidely. Sev pulled open the door of his dungeon retreat and glided soundlessly towards the great hall. His face a stormy mask, like always. What little they all knew about the real Severus Snape, contrary to popular belief he did have a sense of humour. Of course he could never show them, they wouldn't appreciate what he found funny, His Death Eater wit would be wasted on them. Oh how he had wanted to laugh gleefully when Harry had been taken during the tournament, but he bided his time just in case, and lo and behold the little bugger had escaped again. Of course they had all blamed Crouch for what had happened, he had no mastery for the art of deception. It hadn't even occurred to Dumbledore that Sev might not have given him real truth potion. Crouch was under Imperius the whole time telling Dumbledore what Severus wanted him to know. And Fudge only helped matters by sending the Dementors to 'kiss' Crouch.
The great hall was filled to full capacity; Sev glanced around the hall before taking up his seat at the teacher's table. He saw Harry and his two followers looking sickeningly cheerful.
'I would have though he would have had the decency to be scared over the Dark Lords rising but no he is way to stupid for that.' Sev thought. 'obviously a new year has cased him to revert to his old uncaring ways. Ah well, if he is not on his guard it just makes him all the easier to capture.'
"Ah Severus, glad to see you could make it." Dumbledore said cheerfully. Sev forced a smile.
"Of course." 'You stupid old bastard he added silently.
"I hope this year turns out to be less 'eventful' that the last." Albus asked hinting at a question.
"I have no reason to assume that it would be otherwise." Sev told Albus implying the Voldemort had no plans that Sev was aware of. Which was actually true, there wasn't any 'plans' just an order for general mayhem to scare the public. Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"That is good."
"Yes" Sev replied all the while thinking 'you make me sick.' With the little exchange over they got back to dinner. Sev looked at the Slytherin table, wondering if Dumbledore was aware just how many of them were Death Eaters even though they didn't carry the mark. Draco was shaping up to become a formidable power, much more so than his father. It was entirely possible that Draco would earn a position in the inner circle a place where Lucius could never hope to be. Sev almost smiled, he reminded him so much of Blade almost as if she was his mother, which knowing Blade was entirely possible. Her and Sev had a pretty open relationship. Since witch and wizard babies come to term so much quicker than muggle babies, and with the help of magic during childbirth unwanted pregnancies were not that much of a big deal. He knew about a couple of the Slytherin's that owed part of the patronage to Blade. She just left them with the fathers; Blade wasn't really the maternal type. He very nearly smirked then as he could point to one in particular who was his and Blade's, and the 'father' had no idea that he was not in reality the father at all. Blaise was shaping up to be a fine Death Eater. Some others might have had some paternal leanings but not Severus, he really didn't give a shit.
Sev felt a searing pain on his forearm, his lord was calling him. He sent a look at Dumbledore as if saying I have to go. And of course Dumbledore had no qualms about letting Sev go, he still believed that Sev was working for him, what a joke. He stood up and walked calmly towards the door of the great hall, once out the door Severus made his way to the nearest fireplace where he floo'd to Voldemort's mansion.