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Severus pulled on his Death Eater cloak on hastily, and put his white mask on. He looked around quickly, making sure no one was around. The Dark Mark glowed black, the fire of pain shooting through his arm again.
Hermione walked in, and peered curiously at him. She pulled on Severus's robe, looking up at him. He looked at her, eyes going wide. Before he could stop, Severus and Hermione Apparated.
"Severus!" the Death Eaters came over to him, smiling behind their masks. "We are so glad you could make it!"
"Who is the little one?" one of the women of the group asked, crouching down by Hermione, smiling.
"Er." Severus looked around, "Gale, her name is, um, Eloise! Yeah, Eloise Snape!"
"Eloise? That's a pretty name!" Gale smiled at Hermione, "How old are you, Eloise?"
Severus tapped her foot with his, and gave her a pleading look. Hermione grinned. "5," she said.
Gale and the rest of them fawned over her, before Voldemort showed up. "Get back into your places!" he barked.
Severus took Hermione's hand. He walked over to his spot. Voldemort paced in front of them. When he got to Severus, he stopped. "So," Voldemort sneered, "This is young 'Eloise'?"
"Yes, My Lord..." Severus muttered. Voldemort glared at him.
"This is no truth!" he roared, "And that is no pureblooded witch!"
The Death Eaters gasped. They glared at him. Severus squirmed, glancing around. "I, um, didn't know?" Severus asked nervously.
"Liar!" they yelled. Voldemort stared down at Hermione.
"What is that thing, Lucius?" he asked.
"The Mudblood Hermione Granger, sir," Malfoy replied. Severus shuddered. Hermione frowned at Malfoy.
"That is very, very bad!" Hermione scolded. Severus put his hand over her mouth, glaring at Malfoy.
"Malfoy, go feed yourself to a dragon," Severus snapped. The Death Eaters looked at Voldemort. He glanced at Hermione.
"You pulled this stunt before, Severus," Voldemort said, "You have got to learn not to bring this filth to our meetings."
"It was an unfortunate accident," Severus said, wincing. Muttering, Malfoy stepped forward.
"I think we should dispose of her, My Lord, like her dirt parents," he suggested. Voldemort sneered.
"Best idea I've heard tonight, Lucius. Gale!" he said. Gale stepped forward.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Kill the Mudblood!"
Severus pulled on his Death Eater cloak on hastily, and put his white mask on. He looked around quickly, making sure no one was around. The Dark Mark glowed black, the fire of pain shooting through his arm again.
Hermione walked in, and peered curiously at him. She pulled on Severus's robe, looking up at him. He looked at her, eyes going wide. Before he could stop, Severus and Hermione Apparated.
"Severus!" the Death Eaters came over to him, smiling behind their masks. "We are so glad you could make it!"
"Who is the little one?" one of the women of the group asked, crouching down by Hermione, smiling.
"Er." Severus looked around, "Gale, her name is, um, Eloise! Yeah, Eloise Snape!"
"Eloise? That's a pretty name!" Gale smiled at Hermione, "How old are you, Eloise?"
Severus tapped her foot with his, and gave her a pleading look. Hermione grinned. "5," she said.
Gale and the rest of them fawned over her, before Voldemort showed up. "Get back into your places!" he barked.
Severus took Hermione's hand. He walked over to his spot. Voldemort paced in front of them. When he got to Severus, he stopped. "So," Voldemort sneered, "This is young 'Eloise'?"
"Yes, My Lord..." Severus muttered. Voldemort glared at him.
"This is no truth!" he roared, "And that is no pureblooded witch!"
The Death Eaters gasped. They glared at him. Severus squirmed, glancing around. "I, um, didn't know?" Severus asked nervously.
"Liar!" they yelled. Voldemort stared down at Hermione.
"What is that thing, Lucius?" he asked.
"The Mudblood Hermione Granger, sir," Malfoy replied. Severus shuddered. Hermione frowned at Malfoy.
"That is very, very bad!" Hermione scolded. Severus put his hand over her mouth, glaring at Malfoy.
"Malfoy, go feed yourself to a dragon," Severus snapped. The Death Eaters looked at Voldemort. He glanced at Hermione.
"You pulled this stunt before, Severus," Voldemort said, "You have got to learn not to bring this filth to our meetings."
"It was an unfortunate accident," Severus said, wincing. Muttering, Malfoy stepped forward.
"I think we should dispose of her, My Lord, like her dirt parents," he suggested. Voldemort sneered.
"Best idea I've heard tonight, Lucius. Gale!" he said. Gale stepped forward.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Kill the Mudblood!"