Hello everyone! I bow to all of those who reviewed and shake my finger at those who have yet to (hint hint…) I am grateful for the support you have shown me though, thank you very much.

I sincerely hope this chapter is more coherent and better written then the last one, you will simply have to let me know.

Hehhehe… Poor Snapey… today he gets to be used completely as a story teller… alas, but someone must tell the stories.

And now, drum roll please, the fourth part… out of an unknown number!

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Severus was sitting. He had been sitting for the last half hour, in exactly the same place, admiring the many positions lining every open space in Daniel's room. Apparently, he had become some sort of Muggle antiquity specialist. Quite an odd profession, and not one he would ever want to deal with. But then again, Severus was a Potions Master, and not much agreed with his wishes for a job. Well, that and being a spy.

There, somewhere in the jumbled mess of brown, old, Muggle things, were several pictures as well. A few were of Daniel, standing in the strange, green, military clothing, and others were of a woman.

This is what caught Severus' attention. In the years he had been gone, Daniel had apparently fallen in love. Not completely unexpected, after all, even Muggles, he supposed, were allowed that, but it still surprised him. There were no signs of a woman in the little house. Only one pillow, no shoes or clothes… no evidence she had even lived here.

Another mystery. Daniel had had become quite adept at living the Muggle life.

Severus stood up. Stop wasting time! His inner voice screamed at him, you have run so much of it out, not even a clock could find it again! This is not for you, not for that stupid old fool Dumbledor, but for something more important.

It was a fact. He did hate Dumbledor, with a passion not many knew about.

He had known about the Death Eater attack on the Potter house. He had know about it months in advance, after all, he was a spy, had been from the beginning. But it didn't matter to Dumbledor, to that old, stinking carcass, it was an act of "fate", and to stop it would be wrong. Severus knew why the fool wanted the Potters dead, it was so he could use their son, the "Boy who lived". After all, who would be there to tell him otherwise, that it was NOT, in fact, his duty to destroy Voldemort.

But it didn't matter, nothing he did was for that rotting carcass, it was, strangely enough, for the rest of the Wizarding world, both Dark and Light.

Of course, if anyone heard them say that, he would kill them before they could say "Muggle".

There was another reason he hated that man, a reason more pertaining to his own life. That retched fool had lead him to believe that Draco Malfoy was a spy. Severus was never one to do anything rash or without reason, and he had spent several months testing for spells and curse and had even put the boy under the powerful truth say drug. After determining that yes, the boy wanted to be or was a spy for Dumbledor, he talked to the young Malfoy, and, to what would be his downfall, told that stupid child about his own double job.

Retched creature! He was still unsure how they, they being Dumbledor, Draco and Voldemort, had managed to pull it off. He was sure that old fool had something to do with it, but proof was lacking and hurt was in abundance.

After being called one evening, he apparated to the Dark Lord's council. Taking his place in the inner circle, he waited for the other Death Eaters to arrive.

They never did.

He had spent six days alone with the Dark Lord, under constant torture and rape, and that old fool had not lifted a finger in his direction. No, he mimicked the old creature, Severus will be fine, I'll just send in that fool of a Defense teacher to take over his classes.

Damn that fool!

Severus did escape of course, even the Dark Lord Voldemort was not perfect and Severus Snape always had a plan.

Unbeknownst to all, even that fool Dumbledor, he did not carry one wand, but two. Olivander never sold more than one wand to a person and since Severus had bought his there years ago, the old man never doubted the fact that one was indeed all he owned. Of course it was also quite stupid. There were other places to buy a good wand, Knockturn alley for one had an abundance of beautiful wands, all for much less in the price range and often with protective spells on them. The fact that they were "dark" never bothered Severus. In all actuality, he was a Dark Wizard, just not one of Voldemort's minions. One could be Dark and not "evil". Severus did what was needed to survive, and if Dark was needed, then Dark he was.

After escaping, with great difficulty, a point he thought would have been obvious, he returned to Hogwarts.

Perhaps the stupidest choice, or one of them at least, that he could have made.

Dumbledor was waiting for him, with the Order at his back, lead by Remus Lupin. A spy for Voldemort they screamed at him, betraying them, the reason Black died. To him the screamed every wrong that had befallen them. They even blamed him for Lilly and James' death, a thing that the fool was responsible for.

Too weak to fight back he took their curses, their unforgivables, the things that the had had vowed never to cast, and limped away, never to see the place that for so many years he had called home again.

Joy.

Severus forced himself away from that train of thought before he lost himself. It would do no one good to have a melancholy potions master deciding the fate of the Wizarding and Muggle world, a cynical and sarcastic one was good enough.

Without further adieu, Severus withdrew his wand from many of the inner pockets within his robes and quickly cast a point me charm.

He frowned as the wand spun frantically, its ebony handle whipping back and forth in random and sporadic motion. That was indeed odd, but not unexplainable, perhaps the younger man had cast some sort of spell on himself. That could explain the lack of direction in the charm.

Severus could afford to wait no longer, if he was to finish his mission of sorts, if one could call it that, he must not let the minutes tick any longer than they had. Perhaps the Muggle had already left him, and if now, well, obliviating him sounded like a wonderful plan.

Setting up a spell of his own making, he released the point me spell and cast it again, in Daniel's direction, or lack or one for that matter, while apparating. It was one spell he had perfected years ago, despite popular beliefs, in order to attend Voldemort's meetings, you needed to apparate, and since his location was not generally given out, even to members of the inner ring, the disgusting half Muggle had granted them each a ring with odd magical properties allowing both the point me spell and the apparate at the same time.

Of course he never told the order about this. Something were just better left unsaid.

He was surrounded first by the traditional "pop" that was almost customary for apparating, and then by the almost nauseating sensation of the actual apparation. The trip seemed longer, but perhaps that was only because he was worried, anxious even. Finding his old pupil was vitally important, much more important then what ever Daniel had to do.

With another "pop" he found himself knee deep in a green water. Odd, he thought, weren't they in Colorado, no where near an ocean? But none the less, here he was, in very cold, very salty water surrounded by a good many rocks but no real land. Not much of anything.

Except for the large circular object standing upright not twenty feet away from him and the small group of people standing on a rock and staring at him.

One, in the odd camouflage with a hat, sunk to into a sitting position and put his head in his hands.

"Daniel Jackson?" Severus asked. It was a very "Daniel-like" response. The man lifted his head and softly said, "yeah."

This was quite odd indeed, not what he had hoped for, but interesting at least. He hated being bored.

When the other three people each lifted some form of weapon and pointed it at him, he realized with a clear certainty, he would not be bored.

Severus granted them all with a trade mark scowl followed by a glare and gracefully, or as gracefully as possible, climbed out of the water and on to a near by rock. It was hard, and cold, but it was better then the water. As doing so he realized that one of the odd people pointing a gun at him was the same stupid Muggle he had met in Daniel's little house. Now adorned with many Muggle objects that he could not even hope to name, he had a dangerous look to him.

The other two, one apparently a woman and the other some large foreigner, stood silently, waiting for him to make the first move. Good, he silently commended them, always wait for your opponent, never make a brash move.

Daniel looked quite content to completely ignore him and pick at the moss on the rock.

It was at this point that Severus Snape noticed something odd.

This place, where ever it was, had two suns.

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I hope that was better than the last chapter. I was in a bit of a funk for that one. I had planned on making this one longer, but ending it here just sort of worked… so here it ends.

You will probably notice that many things remain to be untold, but worry not, they will be explained, I just like to add a bit of confusion and suspense.

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Once again, the next chapter will be up in five to ten days time, the more support, the more likely I am to get it up faster! (blatant hint…)

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