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Double Imperfections
Chapter 5: Trouble Brewing
Severus Snape was not in a good mood. He usually wasn't in a good mood, but today seemed worse than usual. He unclenched his fist, and unwrapped the poor piece of parchment paper that felt the full brunt of his fists wrath. He held it up to his face, and again reread the letter,
Sev,
I most unfortunetly got back from another meeting. I trust i have to say no more. The meeting itself went well, i suppose, minus old Moldywarts going off his rocker and hexing everybody with the cruciatus with the exception of myself. I would tell you more, except Mother has been dying to have tea with you. If you want to find out what was discussed at the meeting, then i suppose you'll have to head over. (It's not my fault. she made me do it) I assume i'll see you soon?
Draco
Snape scowled, massaging his forehead with his free hand. Trust Draco to avoid the more important subject at hand. Ah, well, he was due to have tea with Narcissa sometime soon.
Voldemort often had Snape stay at Hogwarts since he was not usually required at the meetings, and the dark lords trust for his minion was waning. Snape found this little fact to be quite the nusience, so he had to rely on Draco to update him on the meetings.
Snape took out his wand, muttered "Incendio" and burned the paper. He tilted his hand, and watched the charred ashes fall before turning around, and leaving the room, cape billowing behind him.
He reached his fireplace, threw floo powder into the fireplace, and yelled, "Malfoy Manor!" before entering, the green flames engulfing him. Stepping out of the flames with a dignified grace, he calmly brushed off his cape. It was about two in the afternoon; Narcissa would most likely be having her afternoon tea in the living room.
As Snape neared the open doors to the living room, he heard voices from within,
"...Trust you sent Severus an owl, Draco?"
"Yes mother, i did."
"You didn't tell him anything, did you?"
a snort of laughter,
"Of course he didn't. Why else would i come to visit you?" Snape answered in a silky voice, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, Narcissa and Draco looked up at him, "Oh Severus! How nice of you to stop bye!" said Narcissa, jumping up to greet him. Snape rolled his eyes, and kissed her on the cheek. He nodded to Draco, who got up and walked over to him, smirking.
"Why, Sev, how kind of you to stop by so unexpectedly. Isn't this a wonderful surprise mother?"
Narcissa laughed, "Of course it is, of course. Now, Severus, you simply must have some tea with me."
Snape glared at them both. He hated it when they both acted so innocent. He had a sneaking suspicion he was being made fun of somewhere in their little conversation. Most likely they were making fun of his anti-social qualities.
He pushed past them, and sat down on a green velvet chair. Narcissa and Draco walked towards him, still snickering, grins on their face. Snape felt a twinge of sadness, though his face did not show it. They both looked so much happier now that Lucius was in Azkaban. Draco especially, since he usually took the full brunt of Lucius's anger and hatred. Snape jumped when he saw a cup of tea hovering in front of his nose. He grabbed it, and took a sip, ignoring the fact that the tea was scalding hot.
He knew he ought to get to business, "Draco, I assume you have much to tell me about the meeting?"
Draco stiffened in his chair, and for a minute, unknown emotions were seen fleeting across his face; Severus couldn't tell what they were since a mask of indifference was quickly molded unto Draco's face. He eyed his mother, and smiled apologetically, "Mother, would you mind...?" he trailed off when Narcissa nodded, getting up and taking her leave. She closed the doors behind her for more privacy.
Draco looked behind him, and seeing that the doors were closed, sighed. He turned to his godfather, and leaned back into his chair. "Well, Moldywart seemed really angry at everybody, for some reason. I didn't really understand much of what was being said, but it was something about a...a prophecy, i think, and of course Potter." he spat.
Snape frowned, remembering the events of the Department of Mysteries. (A/N: i can't remember if Snape was there, and i'm to lazy to look it up, so lets pretend he wasn't) From what he had heard, Sirius Black had almost fallen through the Veil. He was saved at the last moment though. Damn.
Draco continued on, "Then, he began talking about getting Father and the other death eaters out of azkaban." Snapes head perked up. He motioned for Draco to go on.
Draco bit his lower lip, and said slowly, "Voldemort didn't say when they would attack. I'm assuming he'll say something at the next meeting. I could tell one thing though," he paused, smiling bitterly, "He misses father a lot."
Severus raised an eyebrow, "Did he say something to you?"
Draco shook his head, "Well, not directly, but I could tell. He...He made me stay behind. He wanted to talk to me about being initiated early." Snape's frown deepened. "he wanted to know my opinion about joining early. I told him i thought that it wasn't very wise, what with Dumbledore and all. I thought he was going to hex me, but he was really, um, pleased." Draco's eyes were glazed over, and his hands were clenched into fists on the sides of his legs.
Snape sensed something was wrong with Draco. Looking at Draco, he could see his bottom lip red from being bit, his blue-grey eyes glazed over. Draco really did look a lot like Lucius. They had the same pointed nose, the same full, red lips, the long, near-white golden hair. The same stance, build. Something clicked in the back of Snape's mind,
"Did he do something to you?"
The question was thrown out rather unexpectedly. Draco hadn't been expecting it, and it threw him off guard, "Eh, what? N-no of course not. He-he just got a little, a little over-zealous. I'm fine, though, honestly. Nothing happened." He said, stressing the nothing.
Snape frowned, not believing him, but let it go. He took another sip of his tea, "I suppose i'll have to go tell Dumbledore about this. I suspect that the attack will happen rather soon. Its best to stay on guard and begin to prepare."
Draco nodded, "I'll make sure to try and find out as much as possible soon."
Snape stood up, "i suspect i'll be forced to have tea with your mother again sometime soon." Draco laughed, and nodded.
"Take care Sev."
"You too, Draco. I want you to be very careful. This is very dangerous, what you are doing. Dont do anything stuipd."
Draco held his hands in front of him innocently, "When have i ever done anything stupid?" His eyes were practically beaming rays of innocence.
Snape shook his head, and bid Draco farewell. What Draco had told him about Voldemort was troubling him. Contrary to every Griffyndor's popular belief, Snape did have a heart, and he did care deeply for his godson. The thought of Voldemort even looking at Draco wrong made his blood boil, but there wasn't anything he could do. Draco as to proud to ask for help, even in the most dire of times.
Snape stopped walking, realizing he had reached the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, yelled out, "12 Grimmauld Place!" and was engulfed in the fire once again. He had owned Dumbledore earlier in the day telling him he would most likely get an owl from Draco, and that they should discuss the meeting at the Order's Headquarters.
Stepping out of the fire onto the carpets of HQ, Snape looked up and saw Black. He scowled, his eyes narrowing. Sirius also noticed Snape, and he had an equal look of disgust.
"Black."
"Snivellus."
"Is Albus here yet?"
"Why should i tell you?"
"Because," he snarled, "I, unlike you, actually work to get information for Dumbledore. What do you do? Nothing you mangy mutt, now tell me if Dumbledore is here!"
Sirius snarled, and stomped up to Snape. They both pulled out their wands, and were about to attack when a calm voice interrupted their fight,
"Gentlemen. This is not the place, or time to be fighting." Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway, eyes twinkling. Snape nodded, and turned to leave, glaring at Sirius once more.
Snape and Dumbledore walked down the long corridor to the kitchen, "Now, Severus, what did you find out from Draco?"
Snape opened his mouth to speak, when he noticed a mass of voices echoing from the kitchen. Then the door burst open, and out ran Fred, George, Hermione, Ron and Ginny. They were giggling, but stopped when they saw Snape and Dumbledore. Hermione was the first to speak,
"Hello, professors."
Dumbledore smiled at Hermione, Snape nodded curtly. Turning to Dumbledore, Snape frowned, "Pherhaps we should speak in a place more privately. Away from listening ears." He glared at the group. They looked away, whistling innocently.
Once the two professors were inside a room, and the proper spells were cast, Snape spoke,
"Draco told me that Voldemort was very upset about not gaining the prophecy. He said that Voldemort also was planning on a breakout at Azkaban prison. the date is unsure, but Draco is going to try and find out. Although i hate admiting it, i am worried about Draco."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Whatever for?"
Snape shifted, "Draco told me that Voldemort wanted to recruit Draco earlier, and give him the dark mark. Draco managed to weasel his way out of it, but I'm afraid that Voldemort is taking an unwanted interest in Draco. I fear he might try and force Draco into a very unwanted situation. Knowing Draco, though, his pride wont let him ask for help. I dont want him to get hurt."
Dumbledore absorbed his information thoughtfully, rubbing his chin, "Have you considered asking Draco to stay here with us?"
Snape shook his head, "He would never abandon Cissa like that, and he wants to help out as much as possible. He'll never accept. I suppose the only thing i can do is watch over him, and try to keep him out of danger as much as necessary."
Dumbledore nodded, "Well, make sure to let him know that he and his mother are always welcome here. Oh, that does remind me, Mr. Potter ought to be arriving fairly soon with Mr. Lupin."
Snape scowled, "Of course. Absolutely fantastic." he muttered sarcastically. They left the room, and who else would Snape see but Harry Potter, strutting around with his two best friends on his side.
"Ah yes, Mr. Potter. Strutting around are we? You're so like your father, impeccably arrogant."
Harry felt his cheeks turn red. A voice calling his name made him look up,
"Sirius!" he called, running and giving him a hug.
Sirius couldnt have been happier.
"Isn't this precious?" said a angry voice softly.
Sirius glowered at Snape, and said, "You got something to say, Snivellus?"
Snape felt a vein throb in his head, and he took out his wand, as did Sirius. They began yelling at each other. Remus groaned, and went to separate them. A loud screeching voice echoed through the hallway,
"You woke her up!" Snape and Sirus accused each other.
Harry, Ron and Hermione burst out laughing, holding each other up for support.
Amist all the chaos, Dumbledore merely stood there, obeserving it all, eyes twinkling.
End of Chapter 5
A/N: Hooray! Finally! the chapter is finished! i hope you liked it. I worked hard on it! I think i shall give you a little preview, just to get you thirsty:
Voldemort stood in front of Draco once again, cupping the sides of his face with his hands, his thumbs carressing his cheeks. "So beautiful." he murmered, his eyes brimming with lust.
"My lord?" Draco asked, uncertainty in his eyes.
"So beautiful," Voldemort said again, "And all mine." before pressing his lips against Dracos.
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