A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers, you know who you are.
A/N: again, none of the characters belong to me, only this twisted story.
Chapter 2
Harry led them into a massive dining room; the center of the room was dominated by a massive dark wood table that could easily seat forty. The center of the vaulted ceiling hosted a large chandelier flanked by two others that were about half the size, one on each side, perfectly lined with the table. The wall, opposite the door, and parallel with the table was lined with tall French windows, hung in a creamy lace underlay, with an over-curtain of a rich creamy blue color.
The table was set at the far end for the two. They walked down and sat across from each other, as equals, neither at the head position.
As they settled in, house elves popped in and served their meal. "Thank you." Harry told them with a nod of his head before they popped back out.
"You treat your servants well I see." Commented the older man. "As I see it, if you treat them well, they are much more efficient and less likely to betray your trusts; they do as I say, and they are happy; they don't and well, let's just say that is not a topic for the dinner table."
The tow sat and enjoyed their meal together, afterward they returned to the sitting room once more.
"Now that the pleasantries are taken care of, I believe there is some business we need to attend to." His curiosity piqued, Tom raised an eyebrow and asked, "and that would be?"
"Ah,' Harry said taking a sip of his brandy, 'it appears as though we have a traitor in our flocks." "WHO?" Tom demanded.
"Why none other than Hogwarts own, Severus Snape." "Severus?' he questioned, 'are you positive?"
"Hmm, quite."
"I had wondered where his true loyalties had lain, well; in any case, the traitor shall die tonight…" He stood up and began pacing the room. "We must call a meeting, can we bring them here?"
"Tom, please, sit down. We can do no such thing. "And just why not?" He spat.
"Because' Harry explained, 'I just left Hogwarts today. Calling a meeting now would raise suspicions, and besides, I have a plan."
Tom turned to his former nemesis and looked at him. "Oh?" He asked as he sat gracefully back down. "Do tell."
Harry scooted further up on his char and rested his elbow on his knees, his hand steepled in front of him, and the tips of his fingers resting on his chin. "Well, you see, it's like this…."
The two spoke for some time together on Harry's plan.
"So a meeting will be called on Sunday, as per the norm, and the plan will be carried out then."
Tom sat back in his seat a grinned snakeishly. (For what else could one call it?) "I see why the hat wanted to put you there, how very Slithering of you."
Harry smirked. "Why thank you."
"Well, Harry, I hate to brake up a delightful evening, but it is rather late and I really must be headed home. Would you be so kind as to escort me out?"
"Certainly." Harry stood and led the other man to the front door. "I will reconfigure the wards to allow the others entry into the receiving hall on Sunday."
"Wonderful, I look forward to it, I will see you then."
"I'll see you then, Tom."
Next chappie up soon, I hope, I work all weekend, so hopefully, it'll be soon