Chapter 5
The first class of the first day was now among Hogwarts. For Gryffindor's and Ravenclaw's, it was History of Magic. Which, as usual, dragged on forever, and was 'boring as hell' in Ron's words, as they filed out of the class when the bell rang. Their next class was Potions, with the Slytherin's, naturally, no one was looking forward to it.
As the bell had not yet run, the Gryffindor's stood around their desks talking. Just after the bell did ring, Severus stalked in, slamming the door, hard, after him. The class shot into their seats, opening their books.
Severus stormed to the front of the room, a death glare in his eyes. When he whipped around, Catherine caught sight of a dark cut running from just under his chin, to under his robes.
"Turn to page seventy-four in your textbooks, write up the notes, and the procedure on that potion." He ordered, his voice cold as stone. As he glared across the room, Catherine managed to catch his eye. She gave him a 'what the bloody hell happened to you?' look, and he just ignored it.
The class fell silent as they sunk into their work. Every so often, Catherine would risk a glance up at her father, and never once was he looking up. At last, the bell rang, and the class gathered up their books and left. Cate . . . hung back, dropping her bag by "accident." As she picked everything up, Severus spoke.
"If you really must know, it was a death eater meeting that went wrong." Cate shot up.
"A what meeting?"
"Death eaters." He replied, walking closer to her, "I've been doing some spying for The Order. This way, attacks and such won't come as unexpected."
"Oh." The young woman paused, "What happened? They didn't find out you're a spy did they?" Snape gave her a look as if she was a complete idiot.
"If they found that out, I would have been killed in the worst way possible." He sighed, "Some ministry officials ambushed the meeting, I was trying to fight on both sides without getting found out or killed."
"Ah . . . I see." Seeing the look on her face, he then added to his explanation.
"It wasn't your meeting. But do you now understand why I don't want you going?" She nodded, "Your mark will hurt quite a bit this year, but those are only warnings from the Dark Lord. When it burns to horribly that it feels like someone is putting a flame directly on your arm, that, is when you are being called. When this happened, I want you to come directly to me, no matter what time of day it is." The man took hold of her shoulder. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." She replied. For only a mere second, Cate saw a hint of emotion in his eyes. The next second, it had disappeared.
"You should go, you'll be late for your next class."
"Right." Catherine replied, swirling around, she flashed a smile, and left the room.
