Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They are the property of JR
Rowling.
Aug 15, 1988
Through an interesting turn of events, I am now the Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I can hardly believe it is true. Here's how it happened:
It was the second day since the Dark Lord's defeat. At the hands of a Potter, no less. A mere babe, and his mother. I received my summons from Albus that day. It was phrased in his usual manner.
Severus-
Please join me for tea. I have not seen you in sometime, and have a few potion questions to ask regarding an experiment I am working on. My office, today at 4 PM? Please respond by owl.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster, Hogwarts
I Apparated into a Hogsmeade filled with chaos. Witches and wizards everywhere were dancing, shooting fireworks in broad daylight with their wands and laughing like their was no sadness left in the world.
Perhaps they have a point. My first thoughts and feelings surprised me. I was angry. Didn't they realize HE isn't dead? The damm mark is still on my arm. But then, I smiled. Why shouldn't they celebrate? Any reprieve, no matter the length, is worth celebrating. But HE will be back.
Turning my back on the party, I walked the few miles from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. To my home. Granted, since I graduated, I have only been here to give reports to Albus. But, it is still the one place I feel safe in. I wonder what my lot in life will be now. While I have kept up my potion studies to well past the Master's level, I have attempted no other formal education or even a job since I graduated from Hogwarts. I had a job already. A spy to Dumbledore against the Dark Lord.
How is it that I dare write this on a piece of paper? Because, as always, I will burn it once I am done. Even if I am back home to live agian, it is still not safe to leave that information anywhere. But, I get ahead of myself.
In a way, I was hoping Albus would help me figure out what to do now. The Aurors, although aware that I had been the spy that had been feeding them information about the Deatheater's activities, were under orders to arrest me on sight. The Ministry of Magic refused to turn a blind eye to some of the things that had happened and didn't care that I had never killed or tortured another human being. I had been present when said acts had been done. It didn't matter that Voldemort had punished me often because I had refused to kill or torture. He had kept me because I would brew potions for him. It tore my heart and soul that I had had to do that. Some of what I had brewed had caused pain and death. My only saving grace was that for every potion I had created for Voldemort, I had created the cure to and sent it to the Aurors. Which is what the Ministry used to implement me in the crimes they had accused me of.
It was with these thoughts that I entered Hogwarts and went up to the Headmaster's chambers. McGonagall was waiting.
She greeted me pleasantly enough and I smiled. She had always supported me when I was the outcast student, her and Dumbledore. It had broken my heart the night I had been summoned to a Deatheater's meeting to find they had captured her. Luckily, I had been able to give her a numbing potion instead of a pain-increasing potion, and get word to Albus quickly. She had been rescued the same night.
She said the password to Albus' rooms, the name of some sweet. I silently followed her up into his rooms. She knocked, and then opened the door. There stood Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, Mad-Eye Moody and two other Aurors. The two I did not know quickly grabbed my arms and handcuffed me. I stared at Albus in disbelief.
Minerva McGonagall immediately started in on Moody. "Now, just you wait a moment! After all he has risked and suffered to help us, this is how you treat him!"
"Minerva." Albus said softly. "I agree the handcuffs are too much, but I think that at the moment, it is more important that I speak to Severus. Alone."
"Now see here," Fudge spoke up, "You can't expect us to just leave you and him alone."
"No, but a silencing spell will work just as well." Dumbledore glanced at his deputy headmistress. "Minerva, you may be included in this if you wish."
She nodded, and the two of them led me into a corner away from the Ministry officials. After casting a charm to keep them from hearing what was said, Albus began explaining what was to happen.
I would be questioned under Vertisium potion and then cleared of all charges. This would keep me safe, Dumbledore hoped, as the Deatheaters would be aware of the questioning, and not realize I had been the spy.
"I had asked you to be here at 4, and them at 5, dear boy, so we would have time to talk about this before they came. Unfortunately," Albus scowled at Fudge, "they showed up at 8 this morning, and have been here waiting every sense."
"If this will let me live my life without hiding, then it is alright, Headmaster," I replied sincerely. I could stand to be roughened up by the Ministry a little, if I knew I would be left alone after that.
"Albus, they never mentioned handcuffs, though." Minerva spoke up.
"I know. It worries me. I think that I shall have to insist on accompanying you, Severus. It concerns me."
Albus just came in and reminded me that I didn't have to stay up all night anymore. I am staying in his guest chambers until my own are ready. I will write more of this tomorrow, if only to remind myself that it has really happened.
Aug 15, 1988
Through an interesting turn of events, I am now the Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I can hardly believe it is true. Here's how it happened:
It was the second day since the Dark Lord's defeat. At the hands of a Potter, no less. A mere babe, and his mother. I received my summons from Albus that day. It was phrased in his usual manner.
Severus-
Please join me for tea. I have not seen you in sometime, and have a few potion questions to ask regarding an experiment I am working on. My office, today at 4 PM? Please respond by owl.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster, Hogwarts
I Apparated into a Hogsmeade filled with chaos. Witches and wizards everywhere were dancing, shooting fireworks in broad daylight with their wands and laughing like their was no sadness left in the world.
Perhaps they have a point. My first thoughts and feelings surprised me. I was angry. Didn't they realize HE isn't dead? The damm mark is still on my arm. But then, I smiled. Why shouldn't they celebrate? Any reprieve, no matter the length, is worth celebrating. But HE will be back.
Turning my back on the party, I walked the few miles from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. To my home. Granted, since I graduated, I have only been here to give reports to Albus. But, it is still the one place I feel safe in. I wonder what my lot in life will be now. While I have kept up my potion studies to well past the Master's level, I have attempted no other formal education or even a job since I graduated from Hogwarts. I had a job already. A spy to Dumbledore against the Dark Lord.
How is it that I dare write this on a piece of paper? Because, as always, I will burn it once I am done. Even if I am back home to live agian, it is still not safe to leave that information anywhere. But, I get ahead of myself.
In a way, I was hoping Albus would help me figure out what to do now. The Aurors, although aware that I had been the spy that had been feeding them information about the Deatheater's activities, were under orders to arrest me on sight. The Ministry of Magic refused to turn a blind eye to some of the things that had happened and didn't care that I had never killed or tortured another human being. I had been present when said acts had been done. It didn't matter that Voldemort had punished me often because I had refused to kill or torture. He had kept me because I would brew potions for him. It tore my heart and soul that I had had to do that. Some of what I had brewed had caused pain and death. My only saving grace was that for every potion I had created for Voldemort, I had created the cure to and sent it to the Aurors. Which is what the Ministry used to implement me in the crimes they had accused me of.
It was with these thoughts that I entered Hogwarts and went up to the Headmaster's chambers. McGonagall was waiting.
She greeted me pleasantly enough and I smiled. She had always supported me when I was the outcast student, her and Dumbledore. It had broken my heart the night I had been summoned to a Deatheater's meeting to find they had captured her. Luckily, I had been able to give her a numbing potion instead of a pain-increasing potion, and get word to Albus quickly. She had been rescued the same night.
She said the password to Albus' rooms, the name of some sweet. I silently followed her up into his rooms. She knocked, and then opened the door. There stood Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, Mad-Eye Moody and two other Aurors. The two I did not know quickly grabbed my arms and handcuffed me. I stared at Albus in disbelief.
Minerva McGonagall immediately started in on Moody. "Now, just you wait a moment! After all he has risked and suffered to help us, this is how you treat him!"
"Minerva." Albus said softly. "I agree the handcuffs are too much, but I think that at the moment, it is more important that I speak to Severus. Alone."
"Now see here," Fudge spoke up, "You can't expect us to just leave you and him alone."
"No, but a silencing spell will work just as well." Dumbledore glanced at his deputy headmistress. "Minerva, you may be included in this if you wish."
She nodded, and the two of them led me into a corner away from the Ministry officials. After casting a charm to keep them from hearing what was said, Albus began explaining what was to happen.
I would be questioned under Vertisium potion and then cleared of all charges. This would keep me safe, Dumbledore hoped, as the Deatheaters would be aware of the questioning, and not realize I had been the spy.
"I had asked you to be here at 4, and them at 5, dear boy, so we would have time to talk about this before they came. Unfortunately," Albus scowled at Fudge, "they showed up at 8 this morning, and have been here waiting every sense."
"If this will let me live my life without hiding, then it is alright, Headmaster," I replied sincerely. I could stand to be roughened up by the Ministry a little, if I knew I would be left alone after that.
"Albus, they never mentioned handcuffs, though." Minerva spoke up.
"I know. It worries me. I think that I shall have to insist on accompanying you, Severus. It concerns me."
Albus just came in and reminded me that I didn't have to stay up all night anymore. I am staying in his guest chambers until my own are ready. I will write more of this tomorrow, if only to remind myself that it has really happened.