A/N: Hiya guys, this is The Whit *I'm the one who will probably be writing all the Draco chapters... or Snape chapters... What can I say? I love me some Slytherin men ::wink::* Anyway, THANK YOU to the three people who reviewed, especially K.D. Toling, who was nice enough to review twice! Hehe, thanks bud. Anyway, this is the first chapter that really.... BEGINS the plot of the story *other than the romantic FLUFF!* but it even doesn't do much. It's a short chapter, and I tried to make Snape stay in character... ANYWAY! Enough rambling. PLEASE R/R!!!!! I love you guys. And is anyone interesting in being a 'beta' reader, if you will? Ya know, someone I can run the chapters by before I post... I'm new at this, sorry if I'm not saying it right... ANYWAY! Anyone interested, leave a review or SOMETHING!
Professor Snape paced the floor in his office. He stopped a moment to look at the skull and snake that burned black on his forearm. He ignored the searing pain that erupted from the mark and continued his pacing. He was nervous about the meeting he knew he would have to go to within the next ten minutes. Voldemort wasn't a very patient man. "If you could even call that thing a man.." thought Snape to himself.
He sighed and plopped down into a chair. It was only the students first day back and classes hadn't even started yet, but Snape was already more stressed out than he had been in a long time. Over the summer he had been contacted by Lucius Malfoy, a man who he had known and somewhat respected for most of his life. Lucius had been a fellow classmate when Snape himself was at Hogwarts. He served the Dark Lord alongside Snape for a few years, and he was the father to Snape's (undoubtedly) favorite student. But Snape had changed alot since he had become a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had experienced a change of heart; now he served Dumbledore as a spy against Voldemort. Which, at the moment, was why he was so worn out and nervous. He had been working doubly hard with school starting up and all the meetings Voldemort had been having lately. To make it all worse, Lucius had been contacting him to ask for his help in planning Draco's induction ceremony. Snape knew Draco really didn't want to be a Death Eater, and he was afraid of what would happen if Lucius or Voldemort found out. Draco was a good kid; maybe not by Dumbledore's standards, but he was certainly not Death Eater material.
Pain exploded in his right arm. Snape groaned and put his hands to his temples. He supposed Voldemort was becoming impatient. Oh, but he was completely dreading this meeting! Voldemort had been acting so strangely lately, and it took all Snape had to keep up with the lies he told to keep from being discovered. Dumbledore had always been so sure in his capabilities as a 'secret agent'; however, Snape was becoming more and more weary of his spy 'duties'. He took a moment to close his eyes and wallow in self-pity. He then composed himself, came up with a decent excuse for his late arrival at the Death Eater meeting, stood up and walked through the dungeons, into the stairwell, and proceeded to the front of the school.
"This is going to be an excrutiatingly long year", thought Snape. He frankly didn't know if he'd be able to handle it. "But I have to." he told himself. "I have to make sure Draco will be okay; I have to make sure Dumbledore - and the school - is safe. I can't be weak. Never show your weakness!" With those thoughts in mind, he walked as quickly as he could out of the front entrance to Hogwarts and headed off to a place where he could disapparate from.
Professor Snape paced the floor in his office. He stopped a moment to look at the skull and snake that burned black on his forearm. He ignored the searing pain that erupted from the mark and continued his pacing. He was nervous about the meeting he knew he would have to go to within the next ten minutes. Voldemort wasn't a very patient man. "If you could even call that thing a man.." thought Snape to himself.
He sighed and plopped down into a chair. It was only the students first day back and classes hadn't even started yet, but Snape was already more stressed out than he had been in a long time. Over the summer he had been contacted by Lucius Malfoy, a man who he had known and somewhat respected for most of his life. Lucius had been a fellow classmate when Snape himself was at Hogwarts. He served the Dark Lord alongside Snape for a few years, and he was the father to Snape's (undoubtedly) favorite student. But Snape had changed alot since he had become a teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had experienced a change of heart; now he served Dumbledore as a spy against Voldemort. Which, at the moment, was why he was so worn out and nervous. He had been working doubly hard with school starting up and all the meetings Voldemort had been having lately. To make it all worse, Lucius had been contacting him to ask for his help in planning Draco's induction ceremony. Snape knew Draco really didn't want to be a Death Eater, and he was afraid of what would happen if Lucius or Voldemort found out. Draco was a good kid; maybe not by Dumbledore's standards, but he was certainly not Death Eater material.
Pain exploded in his right arm. Snape groaned and put his hands to his temples. He supposed Voldemort was becoming impatient. Oh, but he was completely dreading this meeting! Voldemort had been acting so strangely lately, and it took all Snape had to keep up with the lies he told to keep from being discovered. Dumbledore had always been so sure in his capabilities as a 'secret agent'; however, Snape was becoming more and more weary of his spy 'duties'. He took a moment to close his eyes and wallow in self-pity. He then composed himself, came up with a decent excuse for his late arrival at the Death Eater meeting, stood up and walked through the dungeons, into the stairwell, and proceeded to the front of the school.
"This is going to be an excrutiatingly long year", thought Snape. He frankly didn't know if he'd be able to handle it. "But I have to." he told himself. "I have to make sure Draco will be okay; I have to make sure Dumbledore - and the school - is safe. I can't be weak. Never show your weakness!" With those thoughts in mind, he walked as quickly as he could out of the front entrance to Hogwarts and headed off to a place where he could disapparate from.
