WARNING: CONTAINS HALF BLOOD PRINCE MAJOR SPOILERS!

A/N: My version of what happens after the sixth book.

Disclaimer: If I did own any of this, why would I be typing this? Everything belongs to the great JK Rowling.

Severus Snape was busy making some strong coffee for himself. It had been a long week. He, and the young Malfoy boy hand been running for what seemed like eternity. Then they had finally gotten past the gates, and had been able to apparate out of Hogwarts grounds. That day had been a nightmare for him. He had done the thing he had most been fearing to do.

He, Severus Snape, had killed the great Albus Dumbledore.

Of course he didn't want to. But Dumbledore had said that he must. Insisted that it was the right thing. In order to save the students...save Draco...save Snape. He had argued, of course. But time was running out. He had to convince the Deatheaters so he could get on with his plan. So he had done it.

Then Potter had to be dealt with. And the great Potter had called him a coward. That had enraged him. And he had a right to be enraged! He had to kill Dumbledore. He had to do what he had been dreading. The inevitable had occured. Potter wouldn't know. Potter wouldn't know that he hated himself for doing it. Potter and the Order would never know that...

Snape mixed the sugar into his coffee and stared into its swirling depths. At that moment, Draco burst into the kitchen, and opened his mouth to say something, when Bellatrix Lestrange walked in, followed by Narcissa Malfoy.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, ladies?" Snape asked, a mocking smile upon his face. He gestured for them to sit down.

"Well, well, well, Severus," said Bellatrix, her lips curving into a sneer. "Looks like everything went as planned. The muggle-loving fool is rid of. Good."

"Yes, it was quite easy to do. Now...how may I be of assistance to you?"

"We have a – "

Bellatrix began, but was cut off as Narcissa spoke.

"I want Draco out Severus! I want that wretched mark off his arm!"

"Mother!" said Draco, surprised.

"I am sorry Narcissa, but Draco here, cannot get the mark off. He is bound by blood and will, as we all are.

"He is too young Severus! A sixteen year-old boy should not be succumbed to the will of the Dark Lord!" she cried hysterically.

"Mother, my age means nothing! I wish to give my service to the Dark– "

"No! Draco, this is not your choice! It may be of your concern, but I will decide whether you are to give your services to the Dark Lord!"

"No, dear Cissy. I am afraid it is I who will decide that," came a new voice. A cold voice, that was never welcome, and always feared.

"My Lord!" Bellatrix cried, and fell to her feet, as did the others. "Forgive my sister, she knows not which she speaks of!"

Voldemort ignored Bellatrix, and instead focused his gaze on Narcissa.

"So...you do not wish your son to be part of the Dark Lord's followers? Not be a part of the greatest group dedicated to me and the Dark Arts?"

Narcissa was silent. Voldemort continued.

"Well, whether you wish it or not, you son will be a part of this great movement."

"I am sorry My Lord, forgive me," Narcissa murmured quietly.

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