Freedom Shall Come to Those Who Seek
Chapter 6: Find the Way-----------------------
A plan began to form in Snape's mind as he apparated to the Dark Lord's manor. It was a pitiful plan, but the only one that he could possibly envision succeeding. The definite downside to it was that he was going to suffer a lot of pain. But, he thought, the outcome could be worth it.Of course the other downside was the high likely hood of death. A very painful, humiliating death. What the fuck, he muttered to himself, it's not like I really have anything worth living for anyways.
So being the self-sacrificing, evil, slimey bastard that he was, Snape approached the Dark Lord's pedestal and, bowing low, reported an astonishing mixture of skillfully crafted lies and half-truths, in the hopes of sparing the wizarding world's "savior".
And, miracle of miracles, he was not cursed even once.
The Dark Lord's evil laughter resounded in Snape's ears as he left the lair for what had, up until the past hour, been his most cherished sanctuary. His potions classroom. Where two of his least favourite students waited apprehensively for him.
Cradling his head in his hands, as though it had been cursed off during his interview, he wondered what he might have done that would so offend Lady Fortune that she would curse him with such a hand.
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To be continued.
Chapter dedicated to Sarah. Thanks, you're the reason I'm still working on this one.