Storm Child

Author: Hex

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I am not JKR. Kinda wish I was though. Looooooads of money! (Harry Enfield, very funny man ^.^) I don't own Harry Potter.

Note: I'm going to start insisting on reviews until I get more than eight! Five for the next part please! Or no updates on ANY of my fics, so there! :P

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"I've never seen anyone keel over like that before, except in the movies. Is he dead, do you think?"

"We can hope."

"Nah look, the ugly git's still breathing."

"Wow, he really did not age well, did he?"

"I still think he's cute."

"I am standing right here you know, Lill."

"Yes, unfortunately."

Snape, in an effort to drown out the nattering voices, groaned loudly and pointedly. A foot poked him experimentally in the ribs rather harder than necessary. Snape grunted and shoved the foot away, struggling to stand up.

"Are you ok?" Lilly asked. "You didn't hit your head or anything, did you?"

He gazed at her for a moment before saying. "I think I may have. Am I hallucinating?"

Lilly grinned and shook her head. "Nope, we faked our deaths. It's a long story. I'll explain later." She added, helping him to stand.

A moment later James was standing nose to nose with him, glaring at him, his grey - blue eyes scanning Snape's in search of...something. "So you're really a spy?"

Snape shoved him away, his eyes narrowed with unadulterated loathing. "I thought I had at least gotten rid of you." He spat furiously. "Fourteen wonderful years without The Marauders tormenting me at every turn and now you're back."

"It's a pleasure to see you again too, Traitor."

"I think," Lilly interjected, "that we have already established that Snape is not, in fact, a traitor. He's a spy. There's a subtle difference."

"What difference?" James asked, his eyes never leaving Snape's face. His hands itched to hold a wand again, just for a moment... "He's a Deatheater isn't he?"

"Yes." Lilly conceded, sitting down in front of Dumbledore's desk and picking up a mug of hot tea which had been cooling steadily for the last twenty minutes. "But he didn't enjoy it like the others did. Still do in fact."

"I'll bet he does." James growled.

Snape was white with hatred now, his hands balled into fists so tightly his fingernails were cutting half moons into his palms. "You don't know what you're talking about, Potter."

"Gentlemen, please." Came Dumbledore's soft voice, tinged with annoyance. "We have more pressing matters to be concerned with, do we not?"

"Yeah." Lilly said, sipping the cold tea and grimacing. "Like our missing son for a start. Thermo." She said, pointing Remus' wand at the mug. The tea began to steam again. "Ho are we going to get into the Riddle House? There must be a thousand wards and spells covering that place."

"Yes." Snape said, casting one last hateful glance at James before turning to address Dumbledore. "It is highly guarded, getting to Potter wont be easy. However, getting into the grounds should not be hard."

"How so?" Dumbledore questioned, looking intrigued.

"It was my job to replace the guards to prevent the use of Portkeys within the grounds, removed for the Tournament."

Lilly grinned. "Spies are handy."

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I wish people would review this fic...It's depressing that no one does. I should give up writing, no one cares...

I know it's only short but I didn't have a lot of time to write this in.

R&R begged for.

Laters

Hex.