AN/ Forgot this last time, so I'll do it here. I don't own any of the characters mentioned here. They are all property of JK Rowling, and no money is being made. Hope you had a Happy Birthday Fernanda!

HBP SPOILERS! PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED!

The Prisoner of Azkaban Sound Track hummed in the background, as Fernanda marked the page in her book, before setting it down on the arm of her chair, and rising to answer the door.

Today was her Birthday, and she'd had a jolly good time.

Me: You can tell I'm from England can't you?

Her family and friends had thrown a huge party for her, and she'd received a large variety of presents. DVD's, games, clothes, money, the cooking book that is passed down from the mother and of course, a car from the father. Fernanda had been waiting all day for it to be delivered, taking advantage of this free time, to reread the Half Blood Prince, and draft some sub-plots to put into her story.

She quickly reached the door, and opened it, revealing a man who looked wholly displeased to say the least.

Greasy black hair hung in limp strands, framing his sallow face, hooked nose, beetle black eyes and a sadistic smirk, which looked strangely familiar.

'S-Severus?' stuttered the shocked, young woman.

'Indeed,' he replied stiffly, as he unfolded a roll of parchment.

'Fernanda, as it is your,' he paused, looking her up and down, silently mocking her for daring to have a present delivered to her house, 'birthday, myself and my…comrades have been sent by the Dark Lord to deliver your present.' The gloomy man gestured lazily behind himself.

Stepping outside, Fernanda stared with unmasked shock at the scene before her.

Two men, and a woman (who were clad in thick, black, robes) were hovering uncertainly by a silver car with a green ribbon tied neatly around it. The watery eyed man on the far left was trying and failing to extinguish the fire that had erupted on his arm. The cause for this small scene was sitting on the ground, deformed with bent, broken candles, reading, 'APPY BIT DAY!'

The tall, blond man in the middle was muttering absently to himself, whilst stroking a silver snake cane. The woman on the far right was busy attempting to 'crucio' any birds present in the area.

'Severus, are they ok?' Fernanda asked, eying the trio with unease.

'Yes, they're just dandy!' he drawled sarcastically, 'Of course they're not ok! I've tried to get them sectioned three times this week already!'

Fernanda blinked. 'I'm guessing this is someone's sick idea of a humor fic?'

Snape's glare was enough to assure her that she was correct.

'Happy Birthday.' He growled, eying her with distaste.

'Thanks…' silence descended on the two people, Fernanda worried her bottom lip and watched Snape out of the corner of her eyes, whilst the brooding man narrowed his eyes at her.

'So…'

Scuffing the ground with her left foot, a very long list of questions whizzed through her mind, as she desperately thought of something intelligent to say to the man of her dreams…or fics…

'Are you really evil?' She inquired.

'What do you think?' came the dull reply.

'Well, I believe that you really killed Dumbledore because he made you promise to do so. You couldn't say no to the man who had been like a father to you for most of your life, and so you did as he said. He ordered you to do it because he was already dying from that potion he drank in the cave, and he new that the Order needed a Spy to survive the battle and give them information, even if they might not trust you now. Also, because you fulfilled the Unbreakable Vows, you've guaranteed that the Death Eaters will trust you.' Fernanda quickly took a gulp of air, and waited with baited breath for Snape to respond.

His cold, calculating eyes were still narrowed, but his breathing was quickly speeding up, and his right hand had disappeared into his robes. For one small moment, Fernanda thought that her Birthday was to become her Death day, as Snape withdrew his wand.

'WHAT?' came a screech from behind them. Bellatrix was storming up the garden path, looking like a woman on the edge. Her black hair was on end, her teeth grinding, eyes wide with anger and a thin wand clutched tightly in a shaking fist.

'ALL THIS TIME YOU'VE BEEN WORKING FOR DUMBLEDORE? She screamed.

'Did fluffy and I hear right? Severus, you're not a traitor are you?' whimpered Lucius, his bottom lip quivering, and the snake-stroking faltering.

Fernanda backed up, jumping to the shelter of her door, as Snape turned around to face the irate witch and crumbling wizard.

'No Lucius, I am not a traitor,' Snape paralyzed Bellatrix with evil glare lever 2, before continuing, 'I was merely telling our muggle customer here, about a story I've read recently.'

Bellatrix looked unamused, 'we'll see,' and with that, she apparated with a pop. 'No doubt gone back to the Dark Lord, complaining about me.' Stated Snape, at seeing Fernanda's worried expression. 'Wormtail! Give me the keys!' He called, as Lucius resumed his cane-stroking hobby, whilst muttering, 'See fluffy? The precious won't leave us…he is too precioussss…that brooding characterization, those dark eyes…'

This was too much, 'WORMTAIL! WHERE ARE THOSE KEYS?' Severus was answered by a ring of keys flying past his ear. He stooped and picked them up, holding them on the end of his index finger, waiting for Fernanda to take them, which she did rather shakily. 'Thank you,' she murmured. 'You are welcome, now, if you will excuse us,' Severus placed his wand back under his voluminous robes, before striding over to his comrades. Wormtail had now extinguished the fire, and was now picking at his, were a stain was visible on his sleeve.

Smiling slightly, and quickly gaining a bought of giggles, Fernanda watched the three wizards disapperate, before walking over to her new car…

Next, what does Voldemort say when Bella 'spills the beans?' And how will Snape cope with Malfoy, when he loses it more than usual?And thanks for the reviews!