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Chapter 1: I've seen your face before my friend:

His back stiffens as he reaches into his robes acutely aware that his wand is no longer resting in the folds of the material but piercing him in the neck as the assailants own wand firmly presses into his lower back.

A rough whisper, meet his ears as his entire body molds rudely into a perfect vertical line creaking his spine. Though his eyes shift in the shadows of the aggressors body is in full view. The woman is average in height though well below his own tall outline, she is curvaceous without being portly. In the dark his eyes adjust to take in her features as she steps closer to his body.

"Severus," she purrs with the notes of a sailors siren and her face juts out of the shadows to expose a mask he knows well; the silver of its metal glint in extinguishing light, and the hood bandage tightly around its grotesque silhouette confirms that this attack has come from a comrade; a Death Eater like himself.

" How fortunate it is that I find you, Severus, though perhaps in the future you'd be a bit more careful when walking in dark alleyways." Even through the stone mask he can feel the smile tugging at her lips.

" I'll take it into consideration, sister." His voice sears through the night. "Though what, pray tell, could you possible need with me?"

" The sweet satisfaction of revenge, of course." Her voice stings as if it were truly that obvious.

He would of cocked an eyebrow at this had he regained any movement n his body,

"Revenge? Sister, what revenge could you have against a fellow Death Eater?"

She stops pacing to look at him, " Yes, well that seems be the question of the hour, Severus. Though before we get to the heart of it, let me ask you, has it been worth it?"

" I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit less vague." He sneered.

She lets out a small laugh, " Everything, Severus," She moves closer and closer to his body her wand tracing up and over his collar exposing his throat, her fingers splaying over the fine skin.

"Everything," She looks up into his eyes the cold calculating stare of the metal mask gleaming in the dim light above him. "right down to the betrayal and hurt that flashed in Albus Dumbeldore's eyes as you so effortlessly slaughtered him with this very wand?" His wand sliding an errant hair from his eyes as she twists it across his face. His eyes flashing giving away his terror.

" That, not only did you let him down you let the whole Wizarding world down as well?"She nuzzles his neck almost affectionately before her voice goes as cold as her mask.

"And for what? Fame, glory, love or was it that you just wanted to save your own pathetic Slytherin skin?" Her face was so close that when that last word broke from her lips he could feel the dampness of her mouth.

His voice had gone sour in his throat, letting the air go stale as he spoke, " Who are you?"

She pulls away from him, almost violently, " Why Professor I'm shocked that I could be so easily forgotten."

Her hand raised slowly to her hood letting it down over her shoulders as a wave of auburn hair flowed from its opening. Her fingers grazed the side of the mask letting it fall around her neck.

" Miss. Granger?" He gasped

"Yes, Professor, the little know-it-all Mudblood. Though you seemed so surprised, didn't you think I'd make it, hmm?" She laughs.

"You were thought to be dead. I saw it myself."

She laughs again, " Yes, well, that was an interesting night wasn't it. Though by then I'm sure you were too busy being a traitor to notice how the know-it-all managed to take down a big scary Death Eater while she laid hemorrhaging on the floor."

She pushed the end of her wand sharply into his throat making it almost impossible to breath.

" In hindsight, though, I would have gladly traded Malfoy's death with yours."

" Then how lucky for you that you seem to get both deaths in the end," He spat, sucking in air with effort. "and here I thought you were distressed over your dear Saint Potter?"

She waved her wand and a searing pain went through his gut.

" This isn't about Harry, Severus. This is about extracting vengeance, for having to watch one of my mentors turn traitor."

"Then you truly are a silly little girl." He ground out the words as a fire rose through his belly.

" Professor," she hummed in disapproval almost teasingly, " it so appalling to see you throwing out idle insults. What's next house points?"

" You speak of things that you know nothing about." His face glowed pale even in the dark, blood was running down his thighs now dripping onto the concrete below.

" I know of many things, Severus." She almost sounded remorseful as she flicked her wand again closing the cut in his belly.

"I know how you begged the Headmaster to save you when you fled from the Dark Lord thirty years ago, telling him how you couldn't stomach the torturing anymore that you'd been fooled by his petty lies, begging him to let you purge your sins before he sent you to Azakaban. I know how he forgave you before offering you a home within the castle even a job. How he even felt he owed you for failing you while in school." She flicked her wand for a third time sending a curse in between his shoulder blades ripping the skin apart before she stepped in closer to him.

" But that wasn't enough was it, Professor? The headmasters trust wasn't even remotely enough for you, because you went back to Voldermort, didn't you?" She dragged the wand down his chest splitting the skin underneath his robes as she went. He let out a howling gasp.

"Tell me, Professor, did Voldermort welcome you back with open arms?"

Silence reigned for moments before he could will himself to speak He closed his eyes as the pain washed over him. " No."

She smiled, " No, no he didn't not at all. You thought that you'd use Albus' trust against him, for it would serve so many purposes, you'd have a home a job, and a offering to Voldermort that would let you move up in his ranks. All the while, reporting back to the Headmaster with little petty crumbs of information. I have to admit it was a convincing lie. You had all of us fooled even in my time at Hogwarts it was easy to believe you were a spy, playing both sides, being the shadowed martyr."
Her voice turned to a higher octave "Oh poor, Severus, how hard he works for the cause, no credit at all" She leaned against him, pushing his aching flesh into the bricks of the wall. Laughing as she spoke

" But even with such an offering to Voldermort, he had still punished you, hadn't he?" She leaned in close to his ear whispering like a lover.

" I ask you again, Professor was it worth it?" She backed away to look into his eyes.

He gave no answer, his pain and guilt stopping the words in his throat.

She turned her face up to his cheek starring him in the eye.

" I heard she crawled to you on her knees, your mother, screaming at you that she forgave you. Even as death raped her very skin, she cried, not from pain but for you."

" Enough," He hissed " enough." His blood was boiling down his back making it difficult to breath, his head spinning with unwanted images.

" Why, Professor, can you not stomach your own mistakes your own guilt?" she smiled, closing the wounds on his back easing the physical pain but opening wounds no magic could heal.

" Your own mother died, clutching your robes sobbing that she had failed you. But, still you stayed, to play out your little fantasy. You accepted that with every great triumph came sacrifice, something I believe your father use to beat into you, quite literally." She flicked her wand and a seam opened somewhere under his rib before her body bind curse failed and he fell to his knees. She strolled over to the heap his form had made before grabbing his hair in her palm pulling up on it hard so his face looked deep into her flaring brown eyes.

" But your plan failed didn't it, Professor? Through a little boy named Harry Potter, twenty fateful years ago. He turned your plan into a disaster didn't he? No longer the great Death Eater spy in Hogwarts no one to stroke your ego, you were a lowly Potions Professor. No fame, nor glory, and certainly no love. " She let his head fall to the ground.

" I have to admit it took me longer than I expected to piece together all the little details of your story, Severus." She looked at him with pensiveness.

" How…" blood was leaching from his moth, " Miss. Granger, did you find out?"

At this he could see her smile widen, " Why, Professor, you should know as well as I do, that as a Hogwarts Professor and Head of House, you have access to all retired Head of Houses records. Though how very fortunate of me to find your pensive while I shifted through my new quarters."

He starred up at her in puzzlement. Almost opening his mouth to speak before she tapped her wand to her temple allowing her face and body turn into a tall woman with overly large blue eyes and long straight black hair. Even as she spoke her voice held a lower tone.

" I do believe we've met before, Severus. Though allow me to properly introduce myself. Mrs. Andreas Snape." She gave a small bow before her voice erupted with laughter.

" Did I make a convincing Pureblooded wife, Husband?" Her eyes burned behind the icy blue stare she shot to him.

His insides churned as he starred up at her. " Andreas," he whispered meekly.

" I know what your thinking dear husband, the ultimate betrayal, right?" She grinned.

He tried to push himself away from her looming figure. Backing his throbbing body into the wall behind him.

" The dark foreboding ex-Potions Professor though current Headmaster, since you murdered the last one, falls head over heels in love with the gracefully and elegant Potions Professor, who not only worships you, but is highly intelligent and a Death Eater as well. Then after almost a year of courting he allows himself to breath in his last reward by asking for her hand in marriage. For after such victories what else was there to do, who else could stroke your ego but the ever doting wife."

She strokes his hair playfully, reminding him of the comfort he had grown so accustomed too.

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