A/N:Ch 3 rewritten! yay! The longest chapter yet. I added a few more paragraphs to this chapter. I hope you like!
Severus awoke with a moan. He couldn't help it. It had finally sunk in. He had killed his mentor, everyone from the Order hated him, and in short he was screwed. Yes he was going to be in Voldemort's Inner Circle, but what good would that do him if he had no one to report to. Though, he knew he had to beg to the Dark Lord for forgiveness, himself and Draco. He had to beg for forgiveness for completing Draco's task for him, and Draco had to beg for forgiveness for not completing it. His hatred of Voldemort surfaced. He knew he had to control it, should the Dark Lord search is mind, as he knew he would. He knew he had to steer Draco away from the dark arts, but how. Draco had to keep his innocence. He did not want Draco to wind up like his father, the complete bastard father that had turned Severus to the death eaters. For right now he had to act completely loyal to the Dark Lord at all times except for when he was in this room, his private sanctum. If he let on to Draco that he wasn't truly loyal to Voldemort, it would be the death of him. Draco wouldn't hesitate to turn him in, at least not at the moment. Eventually, he would be able to start showing his true colors, but for now, he was Severus Snape, Death Eater.
He rose and showered, then headed down to the table for breakfast. Draco was there already. Draco greeted him, "Good morning Professor." "Good morning Draco." He quickly fixed himself some toast, and pored himself a glass of water. He then set about informing Draco of his meeting with Voldemort. Draco listened and understood. It was clear that Draco felt honored to be in Voldemort's presence even if it was only begging for forgiveness. He couldn't believe that this was the same kid he had heard about crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They finished eating, and he led him out of the house to apparate to the Dark Lord's side. He quickly put up his mental barriers, and with a pop, they were gone.
As they arrived at Voldemort's latest hideout he immediately went to kiss the hem of the Dark Lord's robes, and gestured for Draco to follow suit. Severus found himself begging for forgiveness, with Draco doing the same shortly after. Voldemort waved them off. He looked positively ecstatic. He spoke, "Well done Severus. For awhile I doubted your trust, but you have shown yourself a worthy servant. You killed the old man, now you are free to be one of a select few. You may now join my Inner Circle. Severus bowed to kiss Voldemort's robes, and murmured, "I am honored, my Lord." As he backed away, Voldemort turned to Draco. "And you Draco, you did well planning the attack on Hogwarts. I am well pleased with you also." Draco bowed and kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robe in sheer worshipfulness, which made Severus sick. He wished he could draw Draco away, but if he did the Dark Lord's suspicion would arise yet again, and he wasn't about to risk that after what he was forced to do to get where he was now.
"Severus," the Dark Lord hissed, "Stay for a few minutes. Draco, you are dismissed. I believe you know how to apparate." Draco nodded and with a pop he was gone. "Severus," Voldemort hissed again, "Why didn't you allow Draco to complete the task. It was his assignment." Severus bowed down again. "I am sorry my Lord. I made an unbreakable vow with Narcissa Malfoy that I would help and even complete the task should Draco be unable. Draco wasn't able to complete the task. I finished it for him. Had I not many Death Eaters would be dead tonight. Forgive me. Please My Lord." He bent and kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robes again. The Dark Lord after a moment ordered him to get up. "You should feel lucky that I am in a good mood today Severus. You will not be put under the Crucitus curse this time." Bowing Severus said, "I am honored My Lord." "Now," The Dark Lord hissed, "Let me see his face when he died. Legilimens!" Taken off guard, Severus barely managed to push the memory of Albus's death to the front. He took a deep breath and blocked all the painful emotions from surfacing. It was extremely hard to relive the scene: shoving Draco out of the way, raising his wand, Albus's last words, casting the curse that ended his life. The Dark Lord pulled out of his mind satisfied, with a smirk on his face. "Serves the old man right." It was all Severus could do to smirk back and not be sick. "Severus, I am pleased with you." The Dark Lord hissed, "You are dismissed"
As quickly as he could without being too obvious Severus apparated away. When he reappeared a little ways from his cottage he emptied his breakfast from his stomach. He quickly Evancioed it away with a swish of his wand before proceeding into the cottage. Draco seemed most interested in what the Dark Lord had to say to him, which he managed to avoid by saying "I cannot share that information with you Draco. If the Dark Lord wanted you to know, he would have allowed you to stay." Accepting this though looking disappointed Draco nodded. After a few seconds he asked, "Would it be safe enough to go on a short walk sir?" No one was around for miles so Severus nodded warning him to take his wand.
With Draco gone, Severus was free to plan how to make Draco understand how horrible Death Eaters really were. As he thought about it, Draco was just like Severus was whenever he first joined the Death Eaters. He felt like he belonged. He continued on that train of thought. The one thing that bugged him the most during his early Death Eater days, and still sickened him to this day was how he saw his friends and innocents get tortured. If he could just use that to his advantage. Though, he would never intentionally get one of Draco's friends tortured. He had those young men as students for the past 6 years. Though, were it on the Dark Lord's bidding that they be tortured, he wouldn't hesitate to press his advantage. That would be the only way to make Draco see what the Death Eaters truly were.
Closing up that train of thought, he looked around. Were they to be living there for very long, he knew that they would need more food for what was in the fridge was running low, and also Draco would need more robes of his own. He quickly jotted a note to Draco, disguised himself and apparated to the nearest town. There, he bought enough food to last a year and several new robes for Draco. The town was small so even though it was a wizarding town, the news of Albus's death hadn't spread there yet. And even if it had, his disguise would hold well enough for him to do his shopping. After spending the afternoon there, he apparated back to his home to find Draco putting stew from the last time he was there onto plates. With a curt nod as thanks he flicked his wand and sent the groceries and Draco's robes to their proper places, and sat down to eat. He was most of the way through with his dinner when he felt a searing pain in his arm—The Dark Lord was calling him to his first meeting in the Inner Circle.
A/N: Ha! Cliffie! I can write cliffies! shuts up Review and I might not leave you hanging...hehe