Here's chapter two, I hope you all enjoy. Raven.

Disclaimer: Don't own either of them, though I sincerely wish i did.

We all wondered how it happened. How I got caught. I was the perfect spy for all of those years, even Snape hadn't figured it out, and he was supposed to be the best. Surprisingly, he was one of the few Death Eaters who didn't know what I was really doing. Since fifth year, I had been a spy, but not in the way that Snape was. I was a spy for the Death Eaters. I was a spy for the Dark Lord. I was a spy for Voldemort. I was a spy for my lover. My Tom.

Yes, surprised aren't you? But, the question remains, why are you surprised. Surprised because I'm a spy? Or surprised because he's my lover. I have to say, even Dumbledore expected the latter. But he would never expect the former. I always found this amusing; he would expect I was fucking the Dark Lord before he would even imagine that I was his spy. How simple-minded did you have to be to think like that? I may have been a Gryffindor, but the Sorting Hat didn't want to put me into Slytherin just for kicks. It had its reasons. And they were quite significant. Tom, noticed, when we first met, the talent I had for both getting into and out of trouble. Which has proved very helpful throughout our reign.

Yes, I said our. Because that's what it is. What we are doing is not the result of just one person anymore. We both have an equal say in what goes on within the ranks. And all know this, all of the servants. And they will bow to me just as they bow to him. For I am his equal and he is mine. We will stand together, forever, until the end of time.

And even if I am convicted, even if I am sentenced, I will be no more of a prisoner than I am now. I n fact, I will be less of a prisoner. For I will no longer be forced to hide what I am and what I do. No longer forced to hide behind a face that is not mine. A face behind which I no longer belong, the face of an innocent man, something I am not.