This is my first fic with an plot that I thought out before I started writing it, lol. So, it should be pretty good. R/R! Enjoy!
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Undercover Snape
Chapter 1
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It was midday at the Death Eater's Headquarters and the Dark Lord had called one of his most loyal followers, for he had a task to be fulfilled.
"Severus, my boy!" leered the Dark Lord eerily as he sat in his cushy armchair and sipped his tea, not bothering to get up as Severus Snape entered the room.
"Good evening, Master," Snape stated, nervousness evident in his voice. "You wished to see me?"
"Yes, indeed," Voldemort hissed in disgust. Whether it was from the tea he was drinking or from Snape, it was not clear. "I hear from the other Death Eaters that it was you and not Draco who eliminated Dumbledore-"
Ah, it was disgust from Severus...
Snape defended himself, "I did what I had to do-"
"DON'T interrupt me! I am not angry, Severus. Merely disappointed that you would ignore the orders given to you to let Draco carry out the deed."
Severus stood awaiting the blow that was sure to come. Would it be the Cruciatus this time or a full blown Avada Kedavra? Severus was ready to flee the room and flinched when the Dark Lord held out a pair of dark-rimmed glasses for him to take.
The Dark Lord burst out in a deep, raspy laugh. "Why so jumpy, Severus?" He motioned for Snape to take the glasses.
"What is this?" Snape asked staring down at the object in Voldemort's hand with complete confusion etched on his normally neutral face.
"Take them," the Dark Lord insisted, and Severus obeyed. "I'm rewarding you Severus, for your initiative in handling a situation that the young lad clearly couldn't."
Severus gaped at the Dark Lord, a purely ridiculous expression that caused Voldemort to laugh even more.
"What do you mean, rewarding?" Severus asked warily once again regaining his speech.
The Dark Lord sipped his tea and smiled, his calmness only agitated Severus more. "I'm sending you to Hogwarts," he stated. "And those," he pointed to the glasses Severus held limply in his hands, "are your disguise.
"You are to infiltrate Hogwarts and bring me Harry Potter."
"That's insane!" Severus exclaimed, breaking out of his reverie. "It's impossible! It's even more impossible than the last plan!"
"Severus," the Dark Lord sighed," it's not like I'm asking you to polyjuice into that Granger girl and shag Harry Potter."
"Right. Been there, done that," Severus sneered. (See A Romp with the Deatheaters)
"Well, you're doing this anyway. I'm the Dark Lord and you are my minion. Honestly, Severus. Sometimes I question your dedication."
"Sometimes I do as well," Severus hissed under his breath.
"Ok..." mused the Dark Lord, completely ignoring Snape's remark, "here's the plan: Under the alias of Sullivan Snap, you are to get the job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and get close to Harry Potter. Gain his trust. Now, this is the important part: You must get him alone and completely disarm him, bind him with a charm and bring him to me! This is the best plan evahhhh!" the Dark Lord cackled manically and began sipping his tea again mumbling to himself.
"Um... sir?" Severus asked tentatively not sure of whether to break the Dark Lord's conversation with himself.
"You're still here! Get going! You have an interview with McGonagal in an hour!" the Dark Lord exclaimed.
"But, my disguise... It's not very concealing..." The Dark Lord glared at him blankly. "Don't you think I should wear more than a pair of dark-rimmed glasses?" Severus implied hopeful that the Dark Lord would see his logic.
"No," the Dark Lord stated simply. "It worked for Superman."
"Ah, but he is not real-"
"Get out!"
"Yes sir."
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And so Severus apparated to the Hogwart's front gate and began walking up to the castle muttering angrily to himself all the way. Up ahead of him, he saw tiny little Flitwik run through the castle door and disappear.
"This is so stupid. No one is going to be fooled by this disguise. I'll be in Azkaban before I get through the door. Stupid Voldemort. Stupid Draco. Stupid Dumbledore. Why did he have to go and die? I mean, who knew that saying Avada Kedavra and pointing your wand directly at someone could kill them? Oh, wait. You did know that, Severus. I mean... Sullivan. Got to get used to that. Stupid name. Oh, forgot to put my stupid glasses on."
As Severus reached the front door, still mumbling incoherently, he reached into his pocket and finding his glasses, snatched them out and put them on just as the castle door swung wildly open and ten wands were pointed straight at his bespectacled face.
Snape backed away slowly, preparing to flee when Minerva McGonagal stepped past Severus and surveyed the grounds. The other professors began muttering to each other as they dropped their wands.
"Well, where did he go?" Minerva asked irritated, her hands on her hips.
"I swear I saw him here," squeaked Professor Flitwik as he pushed Severus aside to go stand near McGonagal who was still scanning the boundaries of the castle.
"Oh my dear lord," Severus thought as he observed the people around him, "They have no idea who I am... Idiots..." Snape cleared his throat and Minerva turned around to face him.
"Ah! You must be Sullivan Snap! So sorry for keeping you standing out here, but we thought we saw that traitor Severus Snape traipsing around the grounds." She glared at Flitwik who looked sheepish and said sorry.
"Uhh... yes, I am Sullivan Snap. I'm here to interview for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position..."
"Excellent," Minerva beamed at him and shook his hand. "Just through these doors." She motioned for him to enter.
Severus walked into the castle fully shocked that his not so clever disguise had fooled the whole of the Hogwart's staff. He followed McGonagal up the marble staircase towards the office that used to be Dumbledore's preparing himself in his mind for the interview that was to come.
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"So, Mr. Sullivan Snap," McGonagal began as they reached her office, "Please have a seat. Tea?"
"I uh- Yes, please." Snape replied taking a seat in a hard backed chair opposite of McGonagal's desk.
Minerva glided over to a small table by the window in which there was a tea kettle with two cups. She filled the two cups with tea and then stood in front of them to block them from Severus' view. Severus could see her rustling through her robes looking for something and thought he heard her mutter something about a love potion. McGonagal must have found what she was looking for, for she turned around and handed Severus some very off-color tea and smiled at him sweetly.
"... Thanks..." Severus said trying to hide the disgusted look on his face as he pretended to sip the tea. "So this was why it was so hard for Hogwarts to find a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor..." he thought.
McGonagal sat down behind her desk and paused, staring at Severus as if waiting for something. Severus stared right back at her trying very hard to keep a scowl off of his face. He attempted a smile and handed her the resume that he had drawn up while she was fixing his tea. It consisted of a sticky note with the title "Resume" at the top and the statement "I am qualified."
Minerva accepted his resume and made quite a show of looking it over and even made a few notes on a clipboard laying on her desk. After about five minutes of this she looked at Severus as if measuring him up. She cleared her throat, balled up Severus' resume, and stood up.
"You have the job seeing as there are no other candidates, Mr. Snap. Or should I say Professor Snap. That vaguely reminds me of something..." she paused, looking up at the ceiling and for a minute Severus froze, terrified that his cover was blown. "Exploding Snap!" she yelled and Severus jumped in his chair dropping his tea cup on the floor. "I used to play that game when I was a student at Hogwarts... twenty years ago..." she eyed Severus' reaction and he fought hard not to snort. "Those were the days... Anyways, your office is on the third floor. Since you've never been here before, you should have no trouble finding it. If you need anything... and I mean anything... Don't hesitate to Floo me," she smiled again, very sweetly, a strand of spittle dropping from her top lip.
Severus looked thoroughly disgusted as he got up to clean up the mess he had made with his tea cup. As he was bending over he noticed Minerva looming around behind him and almost fell over forward. He picked up the remaining bits of his crushed tea cup, but as he stooped over to pick up the last piece, the sleeve on his left arm rose up far enough for Minerva to get a glimpse of his Dark Mark.
"Oh, bollocks," he breathed, trying to hide his scarred arm.
"What's thisss?" she oozed when she saw what was on his forearm. She grabbed his arm forcefully and pulled up his sleeve even further. Snape tried to pull away, but her grip was too strong. He put his other hand inside his robes searching for his wand so that he could hex the wench before she discovered who he was. His hand was just closing around his wand when she squealed.
"A tattoo! I love tattoos on men, they're sooooo sexy."
Severus's hand paused in it's retrieval of his wand and he relaxed, relieved that his cover was not blown.
"Yours is so detailed," she said with excitement. "A skull with a snake slithering around it. So freakin' awesome." Severus rolled his eyes.
"She really is that stupid," he thought to himself as he pulled himself free of her grasp.
"I have a tattoo, Sullivan," she said slyly, using the privilege of his first name. She began to undo her robes.
"Oh, god," Severus thought, "Please no!"
"Look," Severus began. "I really should be going... I've just remembered that my dad... is still dead..." Severus began backing out of the room, leaving a very disappointed Minerva with her robes half undone.
"Oh, drats," Minerva sighed. "Lost another one..."
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