Snape grabbed Malfoy roughly by the scruff of the neck.
"You can stop running now," he said, slumping next to the nearest tree.
"They won't catch us now, we'll sleep here tonight," Snape said, simply.
"And tomorrow?" Draco asked, panting for breath.
"We go to see the Dark Lord," Snape said simply.
"What?" Draco asked.
"We'll take refuge for a while, where else can we possibly go?" Snape said.
"I can go home," Draco suggested.
Snape looked at him as if he were stupid.
"They'll be after you Draco, involved in murder, they know you're a death eater now, you're on the run now, get used to it," he said bitterly.
Draco shivered.
"Will the Dark Lord allow us to take refuge at his hiding place?" he asked.
"If he is pleased with us, he may, but frankly," he said, eyeing Draco darkly, " I cannot say he will be,"
"I tried, prof-" Draco started.
"Well, it wasn't good enough, you aren't half as good as your father-" Snape spat.
"I'll be twice as good as my father soon," Draco said, "The Dark Lord says so," he ended proudly.
"The Dark Lord doesn't have favourites, Draco, he merely says this because Lucius let him down at the department of ministries, you are his backup Malfoy," Snape smiled smugly.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Draco snarled.
"I can talk to you any way I want Draco! Remember that!" Snape said viciously before turning over to sleep.
IIIIIIIIIII
Voldemort smiled a sneaky, snakelike smile from his thin lips. Dumbledore was dead. He was finally dead.
"Bellatrix!" he shouted sharply.
Bellatrix walked in the room, her dark hair hiding her face.
"I have news Bellatrix," he smiled again.
She looked up, "Draco, did he-" she started excitedly.
"Your nephew, no, sadly, but Snape did," Voldemort said.
"Snape?" she said,
"Yes Bellatrix, it seems your accusations of his disloyalty to me were wrong," he said, harshly.
"Forgive me, master," she said, witheringly at his feet.
"No matter, the job was done," Voldemort said, surveying her to stand.
The look of disbelief vanished from her face and was replaced by a cruel, yet contented smile.
"Then Dumbledore's really gone?" she asked, smiling,
"Yes Bellatrix," Voldemort purred, "Dumbledore's gone,"
Her next sentence was cut short as two weary, wet figures burst through the wooden door.
"Draco, Severus," Voldemort said, standing to full height, his snakelike face was not a t all welcoming, "so glad you could join us,"
