Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter.
The mask felt cold against Severus' skin. He looked around the room, with their masks on, no one could tell each other apart. He shivered slightly. He hadn't asked for this, had he? Memories of Lily yelling at him flooded his mind. He still loved her. It was all Potter's fault. It was Potter's fault he was in this mask heading Merlin knew where.
"Ready?" a deep voice next to him asked. Severus tried to remember who had been standing there a second ago. His memory failed.
"Of course I am." This is where he belonged. He was a Death Eater, same as the rest of his house. Isn't that what she had said? Now it was time for him to live up to that name.
