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Severus Snape was in a foul mood this morning. He was usually in a foul mood, but it was different today. It was all centered around the dark mark that was tattooed on his left forearm. Last Night for the first time in years he had felt it burning. He knew what it meant, it meant he was to come to the Dark Lord's side at once.

Hogwarts wards had made it impossible for someone to apperate, so he had been forced to walk into the village and do it there. All he had to do was concentrate on the mark and he would instantly come to the Dark Lord's side.

Snape remembered the meeting very clearly since it had only happened last night.

Snape found himself in a dusty old house in a study of some sort with the fireplace lit and a large armchair pushed close to it. What really caught his eye was the serpent that lay coiled at the foot of the chair basking in the warmth from the hearth. Then there were the others. The ones he hoped he would never see again in all of his life.

Standing right next to the armchair was the dead man, Barty Crouch Jr. on the other side was the deranged Bellatrix Lestrange looking extremely gaunt from her time in Azkaban. There were also several others who should have been locked up. Just how did they get here? If there was a breakout it would have been all over the paper.

Lastly there was Igor Karkaroff standing towards the back of the room looking very nervous. He must have felt the mark burning as well. No doubt he is terrified out of his mind.

"Ah so good of you two to join us," a raspy voice spoke from the armchair. The voice sounded very weak and faded, but Snape knew it all the same, it was Voldemort.

Karkaroff began to sweat profusely and threw himself down before the back of the chair. "M-my Lord p-please forgive me." His voice was full of pleading, but Snape knew that it would not get the man far.

"Bellatrix," Voldemort said from the chair. "Teach this man the price for disloyalty." Bellatrix smiled showing her rotting teeth.

Karkaroff began to writhe in pain from the torture curse Bellatrix had cast on him. The madwoman only stopped when she saw a pale skeletal like hand rise from the armrest. "Perhaps next time you will not abandon your faith so easily," Voldemort said in an icy tone to the cowering man. Karkaroff could only mumble an apology as he crawled away to the corner he had been in previously.

"And what of you Severus?" Voldemort asked. "I know that Karkaroff did not try to find me out of fear, what about you?" Snape took a few steps forward before he bent a knee before the side of the chair. He would have to play this carefully.

"I did not return because of my position," Snape said.

"At Hogwarts you mean?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes," Snape answered. "Not just as my position as potions master, but because of my position as a spy. You cannot deny the fact that I was ideally placed close to the Headmaster so I could learn of his secrets."

Bellatrix did not seem to accept his explanation. "And just what have you done as a spy Severus? Why not just kill the old fool yourself?"

Snape knew that was bound to come up, luckily he had his answer ready. "Dumbledore is a powerful wizard only a fool would deny that. As much as the man claims to trust me he always keeps me on tight watch. If I were to attempt an assassination he would surely know about it and I would be no use as a spy if I were detained."

Bellatrix looked as if she were about to snap at him, but the Dark Lord spoke first. "Clever Severus, clever. You were smart not to blow your cover, but if you were truly loyal, why did you stop me from getting the stone last year? I could have returned to my old body, but now here I sit weak and vulnerable."

"My Lord," Snape began carefully planning his next few words. "I would have helped you in your endeavor if I had known it was you, but I did not. I knew Quirrell wanted the stone, but for what ends I was unaware. He never once approached me and confided his secret. But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise."

"How so Severus?" Voldemort asked.

"Thanks to my protecting the stone Dumbledore now trusts me completely," Snape said. "He knows that you are not dead, yes, but he does not know of your followers who are here. We are small in numbers, but with me on the inside and with Dumbledore's trust, we can accomplish our goals." The Dark Lord did not acknowledge him so Snape sank into a full bow. "I truly am sorry I had not searched for you my Lord. Any punishment you inflict on me will be well deserved."

Glancing upwards Snape saw that Bellatrix looked more than pleased to deal him a crucio like she did Karkaroff. Instead of giving her the order to do so Voldemort let out a slight chuckle.

"I can see why you were sorted into my ancestor's house Severus," Voldemort said. "You possess true cunning." Snape let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "I see why you did what you did Severus, I am after all a merciful lord, so you are forgiven."

"Thank you master," Snape said as he rose to his feet. Bellatrix looking like she wanted to curse him so badly.

"Return to Hogwarts Severus," Voldemort instructed. "I expect updates from you weekly." Snape gave a final bow before apperating back to Hogsmead village.

Looking back on things Snape couldn't help but wonder how he got so caught up with those people. He supposed the reason largely revolved around Lily. She had been his first ever friend and his first crush. Even thought they were in separate houses Snape still held feelings for her. They would still talk, although not as much, and then there was James. That boy had been one of the biggest bullies to Snape when they were students. Snape would always be humiliated by him and his friends. In that humiliation he branched out to his fellow Slytherins who just happened to be dark.

Maybe that was how he got mixed up with the Death Eaters, maybe he was just searching for friends. Maybe that was why he hated James aside from the various other reasons, for making him feel bad enough that he would turn towards those people.

Once he became a Death Eater he was told to embrace the anger within him. He was told it would make him become stronger, and he certainly had quite a lot of hate directed towards James. Even though the man was long dead Snape still carried that hatred within him. He still had that grudge.

Every time he looked at Harry he saw James. Their appearance was uncanny. He remembered last year when he had the boy for his first potions class, he expected the child to behave just like James and cause disruptions due to his arrogance.

That was not the case at all. The boy acted nothing like his father. If anything he acted more like his mother, Lily. Seeing a boy who looked like James, but act like Lily caused a twister of emotions to swirl around his brain. On one hand he just wanted to deduct points from him as an act of vengeance against his father, but the boy did everything right. He was about to take points away for something minor, but as soon as he saw the boys eyes, he knew he couldn't because they were exactly the same as Lily's.

He might despise James with all of his being, but not Lily. Never Lily.

Now that the Dark Lord was gathering followers Snape could only assume the boy would soon be in danger. He should go to the Headmaster and tell him everything, but what would that accomplish? Nothing. Dumbledore would try and reform the Order, and go and spread the word to a society that was just getting over an overthrow. There would only be panic in the streets.

Going to the Headmaster would do nothing, but there was someone who he could turn to. Perhaps she can put a stop to this before it begins.

"Come in," the voice of Esdeath said from her office and Snape stepped inside. "Professor Snape. What might I do for you?"

"I have some information that you might find to be of interest," Snape started out with.

"Oh," Esdeath said. "And what might that be?"

"The Dark Lord is gathering followers."

Esdeath did not seem too affected by the news at all. "And how do you know that?"

Snape rolled up his sleeve and showed her the dark mark. "Last night is was pure black, meaning any Death Eater was to come to his side at once. I went and sure enough he was there with several other followers."

"You are telling me that you are one of these Death Eaters?" Esdeath asked. "If that is the the case you should explain before I scalp your greasy head."

"I was at one point," Snape quickly said. This woman seemed more bloodthirsty than Bellatrix. "I later became a spy on Dumbledore's orders." Esdeath looked straight into his eyes as if trying to detect any form of deceit.

"The others who were they?" she asked. "I was quite sure we killed all of them within your Ministry."

"In the Ministry yes," Snape said. "But these are from Azkaban Prison. It would appeared that they escaped somehow without alerting the dementors." Esdeath did not appear phased in the slightest.

"Azkaban it seems is in need of a security upgrade," Esdeath said. "Perhaps I could convince Minister Bones to have the prisoners transferred to my custody." Snape saw a smile spread across the woman's face when she said that. "But I am straying from the topic at hand. Do you know where they are hiding?"

"No," Snape said. "I only apperated to the room he was in. I did not see anything else that would give away his location."

"I see," Esdeath said. "And does your Headmaster know of this?"

"You were the first I came to tell," Snape told her.

"Interesting. It would appear that you possess common sense. I take it you wish for me or my comrades to eliminate them?"

"Yes," Snape said. "I made a grave mistake joining with them."

"And you wish to find redemption by having them killed?" Esdeath asked.

"No," Snape said. "I have my own reasons."

"What are they?"

"Nothing that would interest you," answered Snape.

"I disagree," Esdeath said coldly. "While I would gladly kill just for fun, my comrades always wish to know all the facts before they perform an assassination. So I will ask one last time. What are your reasons?"

Snape seriously considered not answering her. He didn't want people to know. But he also knew this woman would probably kill him if he didn't tell. "Because they killed the one person I ever loved," Snape said in a solemn tone. "And I know that they plan on doing the same for her son. I can't let that happen."

Esdeath just stared at him. "Love is a rather foreign concept to me," she said. "I know little about it, but enough to know some of the concepts to it. I could consider acting on it to be a form of weakness but… seeing the drive you just got in your eyes something tells me it can also be one's greatest strength. If you get us more information then we will slaughter them all."

Relief washed over Snape. "Thank you. I will try and find out more about their plan. Not all of them them trust me fully."

Esdeath nodded. "I will make sure my companions are ready."

Snape thanked her again as he turned to leave. Perhaps Lily will now be avenged.