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Chapter 2
Severus stared at the Dark Lord. Never, would he been able to foresee those words to come. 'Welcome back? What in the blazes does he mean? Does he know about my treachery? But then why am I still alive?'
His thoughts must have shown on his face, because Voldemort smiled.
"Yes I can see that you are confused my dear little spy. I have known for a long time, but I must say that you have been an outstanding actor. If it hadn't been for the Dark Mark I wouldn't have known or suspected a thing, extraordinary, I must say."
Severus simply stared at the Dark Lord, and then he stared down at his left arm, hidden under his heavy robes. 'The mark? What does he mean?' Suddenly he understood that he had made a crucial mistake in thinking that the Dark Mark only was a way for the Dark Lord to call his Death Eaters.
"Yes, your thoughts are correct Severus. The Dark Mark isn't only for calling you, it's a way to read your feelings too, a bond you could call it I suppose." Voldemort said and his smile became predatory. "So, do you know why I haven't killed you yet, my dear spy?"
No longer being able to suppress a shudder Severus merely shook his head. The chain around his neck felt heavier, as if to remind him of his emergency portkey which hanged on it. But he had a feeling that he wouldn't get a chance to use it.
"I have felt how you have begun to loose your trust in Dumbledore and how you have begun to question your decision to spy for him. I know that you have begun to think about him as a Dark Lord pretending to be Light and this, my friend, have saved you tonight." Voldemort said and then slowly came around the table nearing Severus.
The atmosphere in the room was tense and the silence felt so thick that Severus thought it might be able to cut it with a sectumsempra. Unconsciously his hands grasped the flowing cloth of the black cloak and held it so hard that his knuckles whitened. He knew this was the end. Death would soon take him, he was sure of it. Even if the Dark Lord wouldn't kill him tonight, death would eventually come. No one who had betrayed Lord Voldemort and been found out lived to tell about it.
Then suddenly a fuzzy feeling of calmness filled his chest and his hands lost their fierce grip. Closing his eyes he relaxed and resigned to his fate. There was nothing he could do. He had done his best, but it hadn't been enough. 'I'm sorry Harry, Lily, I have failed you both. I won't be able to protect your son. Forgive me.'