Chapter 8

It was late evening. Water splashed against the side of the dock as a large yacht was tied to a metal hook using a tattered piece of rope. The two men partaking in this job looked about suspiciously as a car drove past in the distance. They relaxed their efforts for a second, as they double-checked that nobody was about. Behind a pile of barrels, a few paces away, a snake slowly slithered along the ground. It silently glided past the two men, and over the plank...making its way onto the huge liner. This was no ordinary snake though. It was Infact an unlicensed, illegal Animagus known as Severus Snape.

The year was 1981. Voldemort was at the height of his power, and Agent.Snape, esteemed spy of the British Secret Service, was working as a double agent in an attempt to help cause the downfall of the aforementioned dark lord.

When safely on the ship, Snape quickly transformed back into his usual self, wiping a little slime from his forehead, and tying back his greasy black hair with an elastic band. Sidling against the side of the yacht, he glanced around the corner where the two guards were still standing, having securely tied the boat to the dock. With a swish of his wand, both were on the ground unconscious. Snape wiped a little Vaseline on his forehead, to prevent his eyebrows from dripping the unusual oil they discharged into his eyes. He slid the small plastic bottle back into his pocket at the exact same moment as a figures shadow became visible, alongside the audibility of some footsteps. He instantly pulled his wand back out of his waist-mounted holster.

Thankfully, the footsteps soon died away. Snape sighed in relief and placed his wand back in the holster. He crept around the corner leisurely and slid through the open door at the far end, entering the interior of the boat.

Inside, there were four lamps...each in the corner of a large central room. In the direct centre of the room sat an armchair. And on the armchair sat Lord.Voldemort.

"No need for all the sneaking around Severus, you are welcome here anytime."

Voldemort spoke in a relaxed tone. He was sitting with his legs crossed, swirling a glass of brandy in his left hand. Pretty much a stereotyped villain. 2/3 Mr.Burns and 1/3 Hannibal Lecter.

"I like the sneaking around. It's half the reason I still do this Voldy. The fun of tricking Dumbledore into believing I ever really left the proverbial 'dark side' and joined his order. The old fool is so ignorant, I could practically walk up to him and scream 'Hey Albus, I'm an evil bastard' and he wouldn't even register it. Stupid idiot"

Voldemort smiled for a second, then let loose a roaring laugh, which sent his brandy flicking all over the ground below.

"Ha! That's why I love ya Sevy, come over here and sit on my knee and we'll discuss our plans for world domination.

"Okay Voldy, Hmmmm, let me see. According to my checklist you have a busy month. You have to find the Potter's and kill them some how..."

"The Potters! Why Sevy, why!!! I always liked them. They sent me an Easter Egg last year."

Snape patted Voldemort on the head and showed him his notepad.

"Sorry Voldemort, I can't disrespect the notepad. It says you have to kill them so you have to kill them."

"But..."

"No buts Voldy"

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Snape woke hastily, sitting up immediately in his bed and rubbing his eyes, which were having trouble keeping up with his mind. Snape's brain was always alert, regardless of fatigue. He lifted his feet out from under the duvet and into a pair of fluffy pink slippers on the ground below. Snape's eyebrow rose almost automatically, this wasn't right.

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Snape awoke again, for real this time. He rubbed a finger through his oily hair; just to be sure he wasn't stuck in some sort of obscure dream again. It was all okay...he was back to reality. Thankfully the author had something of an obsession with simple and massively clichéd narrative techniques, so their frequent use in chapters was able to help him avoid dodgy situations.

Snape rose from his bed and walked calmly over to his bedside mirror, stopping temporarily to splash a little water over his white face. During his brief glance at his reflection, he noticed he was looking even whiter then usual. It was like looking at a photograph of Michael Jackson. The contrast between the white skin and pitch-black hair was quite startling. Perhaps he should set up a Michael Jackson tribute band? Professor. McGonagall could help out even. Speaking of McGonagall, for some insane reason that Snape couldn't comprehend she was laying naked in his bed. She rolled over and looked up at Snape's shocked face.

"Severus, do you always sleep with a wand under your pillow?"

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Sirius Black leaned back from Severus Snape's stolen penseive, laughing manically. Harry sat nearby, practically wetting himself at the sheer absurdity of Snape's dreams. They were both unable to speak for a good few minutes, as the hilarity wore off. Sirius had stolen Snape's penseive a week previously whilst on a routine trip to Hogwarts. The possibility of seeing some of Snivellus' memories, thoughts and dreams was too good a possibility to miss. When the laughter had fully evaporated from the office, Sirius turned to Harry and spoke sincerely.

"Jesus Harry, we really screwed Snivellus up as a kid!"

"Maybe you did, but that's all in the past. He has changed, he really has. Ever since he bought that pair of sunglasses, word on the street is he has been strutting around Hogwarts like some jive-talking lunatic. He even called Hermione a 'beeyatch'!"

"What's a 'beeyatch', Harry?"

"I don't know Sirius, I don't know."

Sirius scratched his beard for a second, then looked up towards his door way. Lupin was sheepishly making his way back into the room, his moustache fully removed.

"Remus, excellent. I was just speaking to Harry...apparently Severus Snape has been acting rather odd over at Hogwarts. I think its time we paid him a little visit. The B-team are about to go on an adventure."

TO BE CONTINUED....