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Uploaded: 3rd January 2005
"Black Light"
By Dante Lewis
Chapter Five: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Meanwhile, in Azkaban Prison…
Two men stood, pacing in their respective cells.
One, a tall and sickly looking man with greasy hair, aristocratic cheekbones and dark eyes, was pacing irritably with an air of feigned arrogance. The longer he stayed in the holding cell, however, the more his step would falter in doubt and insecurity.
What if Dumbledore couldn't get him out? He questioned over and over, each syllable accentuated with a frantic step. Shaking himself mentally, he assured himself that his doubts were just a result of the Dementors getting to him and so he concentrated on occluding his mind.
Inwardly, Severus Snape cursed the Aurors for indirectly assisting in the Dark Lord's work.
'How ironic' his narky mind thought. That he be arrested before he could alert the Order that Peter Pettigrew was the Potter's Secret Keeper ('Damn blind trusting Gryffindor fools!' he scoffed) and an attack was planned. Of course, had he thought the Potters would be fool enough to use anyone but that mangy mutt of a brother-in-law of his to be their damned Secret Keeper he would have dropped the hint that everything within their tight knit little circle was not all that it seemed. Of course he couldn't give away too much for risk of blowing his cover. Couldn't very well let that rat Pettigrew know how the Potter's found him out now could he?
The death of James Potter was of little incident to him. Lily, well, as a friend to his sister, her untimely demise was a pity ('But serves her right for marrying a arrogant ass like Potter!'). As for that brat child that they spawned, Severus dreaded the effects such fame would have on an already arrogant bloodline. At least the Dark Lord would be off his case for a while. Reports say that the brat killed him, (How in Merlin…) but Severus knew better. He would be back. They always come back.
In the meantime, his main objective was to get off of this blasted island and as far away from those sadistic soul-sucking monsters as possible. As the night wore on into the beginnings of dawn, Severus knew his mental defences would not withstand much more of the Dementor's persistent cold probing.
A gleeful look threatened to escape onto his normally stone faced features as he replayed a comment relayed by a custodial Auror earlier.
"The games up, Snape! Your Master is as good as dead, and we nabbed that insane brother-in-law of yours too! He will pay for betraying James and Lily Potter. Mark my words Snape, you two will rot in here together!"
'So. The Wizarding world believed Sirius Black to be the Potter's Secret Keeper and betrayer?' He mused, quirking an eyebrow.
Who was he to argue?
Revenge, they say, really was a dish best served cold.
End Chapter: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold