Partners

"Rowle…wake up. Come on, Fin..." Antonin considered a reviving spell but decided that the effects of a prolonged Crusiutus might not combine well with Innervate. Where were Mulciber and Snape when needed? If Antonin hadn't been so relieved at not being the target of Voldemort's anger he would have felt guilty for not taking his half of the blame for their failure to capture Potter. Perhaps that was why he came back to find his partner while everyone else kept their distance.

Rowle came to consciousness slowly and stared up at Antonin with confusion. "I'm sorry, Fin…" Tony managed hoarsely.

Antagonists

"He's coming with us. That's final," Lucius declared calmly.

Antonin threw his hands in the air with a frustrated huff. "Really, Malfoy, where is you common sense?"

Lucius glared at his friend. "Tony, I trust Severus."

"More than you trust me?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You know I trust you with my life."

"Well I don't trust Snape. There's something shady about that boy. "

Lucius smirked. "Just because he doesn't look at you with rapturous awe like Evan…"

Antonin glared at him. "Alright, I don't enjoy his sarcastic impudence but it's more than that. He's not a safe bet."

Best Friends

Severus swore as the tube with the corrosive potion fell, shattering on the floor. The corrosive vapor began to eat at his flesh as he fumbled for his wand.

"Evanesco!"

The thick cloud cleared to reveal Evan who was already striding toward him, casting healing charms. Snape sank half-willingly into Rosier's steadying embrace. "When was the last time you slept, Sev?"

"None of your business."

Evan frowned. "Given that you could kill yourself, it is."

"As though you'd miss me," Severus muttered bitterly.

"How dare you!" Evan sounded hurt. "You're my best friend…I'd go crazy if something happened to you."

Godfather and Godson

"I don't get it!" Draco slammed the potions book down on the table with an exasperated huff. He looked up, meeting a set of beady black eyes that considered him with disapproval. "I really don't, Uncle Sev," Draco sighed.

Snape swooped out of his dark corner and approached the teen. "How do you expect to pass your potions OWL, Draco, if you still can't understand a difference so elementary?"

Draco glared at him. "Father said you were here to help me."

Snape smirked. "You believed such a notion?"

The boy's glare turned into a pout. "Well you are my godfather."

Loner

Adam Nott had always been a bit of a loner. He was never particularly introverted but friendship never came easily to him. His family was nothing in social standing compared to the Blacks, Lestranges, and Malfoys neither was he talented or successful in subversion like Dolohov or Yaxley. Nott had become a Death Eater not out of some incredible worship for Tom Riddle or out of an idealistic compulsion to rid the wizarding world of mudbloods, but mostly because at the time it seemed to be the right – the winning – thing to do. Ideologically – if anyone asked – he was neutral.