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Ignorance Isn't Bliss

Chapter 12 - Meeting of the Allies

As father and son made their way to Hogsmead, Marcus tried to control his anticipation. If he showed too much enthusiasm Voldemort would be wary. He just hoped that Voldemort believed him because Marcus was sure of his decision.

Severus had arranged to meet Lord Voldemort in the Hogshead. It contained a special private room that Voldemort could apparate into just to meet with people. The man that ran the bar was a member of the inner circle himself but it was kept a secret. His name was never mentioned aloud at a meeting. Of course Severus knew though. He was the one to arrange for the death eater to come to possess the establishment.

None of the students thought anything of the potions professor and his son going to eat lunch at the Hogshead.

When Marcus entered the bar he felt a little twinge in his scar. It wasn't anything close to the sharp pain that he usually felt around Slytherin's heir. 'Maybe it's because he isn't feeling that intense hatred he usually feels when I'm near.' Sometimes Marcus forgot that he even had the scar anymore. It was always under the fringe of his bangs and without strangers looking for it on him as they did Harry Potter, Marcus simply forgot about it.

He followed Severus through the maze of tables to the back of the bar where he placed his hand on the wall and muttered something low enough so that the patrons couldn't hear. As the wall opened up Marcus looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed, but they hadn't. 'Must be spelled not to notice.' He mused. After they had walked through into the next room Marcus spotted a hooded figure sitting at the head of the table.

As they approached the figure stood and Marcus could tell that the man was tall and frail looking. Severus approached first, kneeling.

"My lord, I am honored to be in your presence."

Marcus took his cue and also kneeled down but remained silent as he wasn't sure what to say and he wasn't quite ready for 'My lord.'

Voldemort motioned for them both to rise. "Severus, there is no need for such formalities. This isn't a meeting. This must be Marcus, yes?"

When Voldemort spoke, it wasn't the high-pitched voice, shrill voice that Harry was accustomed to. It was still rather high pitched for a man, but the tone was calmer. Marcus figured that it only became shrill when he got overly upset about something.

Marcus felt the reassuring arm of his father around his shoulders. "Yes, Lord Voldemort, this is my son, Marcus Servius Snape." Severus was beaming.

Voldemort turned to Marcus and bowed slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you Marcus."

Marcus returned the bow. "The pleasure is mine Lord Voldemort."

The dark lord was impressed that the young man said his name so easily without flinching as most did. 'It is either a very good sign or a very bad sign.'

"Enough with the pleasantries. I have just apparated in and could use some lunch. I will summon the owner if you two would take a seat."

Father and son sat down at the table and Severus patted his son on the back and smiled warmly as if to comfort him. But while Marcus appreciated it, he didn't need it really. He was no longer the dark lords enemy so he wasn't concerned. Soon after Voldemort returned to the table and sat himself, the owner appeared to take their orders. He came back shortly with tea for everyone.

The tea was soothing and soon after it had been swallowed Marcus could feel the effects of the Veritaserum. Frankly, he would have been disappointed in Voldemort if he hadn't been given it actually.

"So, Marcus, your father tells me that you are adjusting very well at Hogwarts, is that so?"

"Yes, sir. I love it at Hogwarts even though I do have to put up with Dumbledore." 'Let the interrogation begin.' Marcus smirked.

"You must miss your mother greatly. How did she die if I may ask?"

"The killing curse sir."

"Really, who killed her?"

"Well, I may as well have. It's really because she was protecting me. But I suppose it's just as much Dumbledore's fault."

Lord Voldemort looked impressed. Marcus had to be telling the truth because of the truth serum. "Who is your father?"

"Severus Snape sir."

"Are you glad that you are finally with him?"

Marcus smiled at his father. "Oh yes sir. I'm so glad to finally have my father in my life. He is a wonderful man. I hope to be alot like him when I'm older. Well, maybe a little nicer to other people." He received a glare for that comment but he couldn't help it due to the Veritaserum.

It did earn him a laugh from Voldemort though. "You could lighten up a bit Severus. The kids got you there. Maybe he'll help your attitude."

"Yes Sir" Severus answered quietly.

That intrigued Marcus. It was almost like a father talking to his son when Voldemort talked to Severus. 'Interesting'

"So Marcus, how do you feel about me and the current war?"

"My father explained it all to me very well. After hearing all sides I would have to say that I agree with you. I don't necessarily like your means, but we are loyal to the same cause."

"That was well put. You would make an excellent political figure some day. How would you feel about being one of my followers Marcus?"

Marcus tried to frame his answer carefully. He knew what he wanted to say but he had to tell the truth and the serum if left to it's own devices would have had him blurt out no right away. After forming the answer in his mind he spoke. "I would like to join you Lord Voldemort. We are much alike, you and I, but I don't think that I should be a follower of yours. I see myself as more of an equal to you."

Marcus swore he heard a strangled sound come from his father. Voldemort just sort of sat back and tried to figure out the man in front of him. 'Where did he get this courage from? It seems he's got a little Gryffindor in him as well.'

Red eyes narrowed slightly. "And what makes you think that you could be my equal Marcus? Even your father has yet to reach that level."

Severus was wondering this himself and was trying to decide whether or not to jump into the conversation but he knew Voldemort wouldn't like that. Severus was cut from his musings when Marcus spoke. 'Damn the boy. He's going to get himself killed.'

"Sir, you yourself marked me as your equal." 'Are you trying to get killed Marcus?' Severus screamed in his head.

"What do you mean Marcus?" Voldemort was clearly curious now.

"Well sir, since you gave me Veritaserum I can't be lying can I? Now please remember that everything I have said thus far is the truth. I do agree with your position in this war and I do want to join you." Marcus waited for a response. When Voldemort nodded he continued. "I am the son that Lily Snape conceived with Severus Snape before she was forced to live with James Potter."

Voldemort shook his head as if to clear it. "Harry Potter?"

Marcus shook his head. "Harry Potter went back where he came from, Albus Dumbledore's imagination." Waving his arm around himself he added, "This is what I always should have looked like. Harry Potter was a being created by the manipulations of a sick and twisted man. Now that those manipulations have been stripped away you have me, Marcus Snape, and I want to join you."

Okay, Severus was impressed. The boy managed to remain alive throughout that speech which says alot.

"So, Marcus, it appears that you are correct. That part of the prophecy I knew about. I did mark you as my equal didn't I? But you should work your way to the top through my ranks. What puts you over my other death eaters?"

Marcus replied in the way only he could, in parseltongue. ~None of them have Slytherin's gifts. You gave me his gifts the night you marked me. I have the potential to be your most powerful ally. You won't regret it. ~

Voldemort had heard about the boy being a parselmouth but this was the first time he had ever actually spoke to another person with his gift. And the boy is powerful. He has proven that time and time again. He even forced the priori incantatum, which proved that Marcus was indeed more powerful than even he, Lord Voldemort was. 'Better to have him by my side than any other side.'

~ You have proved yourself worthy Marcus. Don't make me regret this. You will need to be trained though. You know nothing of the dark arts. Severus can train you. ~

"Maybe we should go back to English." Marcus said nodding towards a frustrated looking Severus.

"I suppose, now when could we do this training?"

Marcus shrugged, "I'm not sure. Dumbledore is keeping a real close eye on me right now. He's the only other person who knows who I am. He also threatened my father and I will do what I must to keep him safe."

Severus, feeling awkward, piped up. "Now Marcus, you don't have to worry about me. I'm worried about you. You need to finish your schooling and become a full wizard before you can get too deep into all of this. All of the children of current death eaters finish school before they start attending meetings and the like. Now, what did I miss when you switched languages?"

Voldemort nodded to Marcus so Marcus answered. "Basically we decided that I am worthy of standing beside Lord Voldemort rather than beneath him, no offense. He marked me as an equal when I was a baby and transferred to me some of his powers already. Now he wants me to learn the dark arts."

Severus raised his brow. "I see. Well, I can train you during the holidays. The headmaster can't snoop at my manor. And when you finish these final two years of school you can take more vigorous training."

Voldemort rose from the table. "I agree Severus. Now, do your best to train my heir, for lack of a better word. I want him to know everything you know. I hope to dine with the two of you again. By the way, Severus, I will be calling a meeting Wednesday night. See you then. Marcus, it was a pleasure. Concentrate hard on your studies. You must now the light magic to better understand the dark. It is a careful balance. Till then."

Voldemort apparated away, leaving a thrilled Marcus and a proud Severus.

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A/N: Wow, that was my longest chapter yet! I hope I can keep it up!