Deep in the middle of a dark forest, stood a small aged castle, protected by magic, so no muggle could destroy its gothic beauty. In this magnificent structure, there was a meeting taking place. In the heart of the castle, in the dining hall, stood a grand oak table. At its head sat a foul, snake-like man. He sat in the king's chair, raised slightly above those seated around the table. There were nine individuals sitting at the table, waiting for their master to speak. The red serpentine eyes scanned those gathered before him. He was waiting for the last member to arrive. This member was the most valuable. He was in vital position, a spy placed in the heart of the light side, gathering information on the weaknesses of their enemies.
The bat-like man swept into the room. He strode to his seat, the chair directly on the right of his snake-like master, but he did not sit, instead he bowed humbly. "My, Lord." He said in greeting.
"Ah, Severus, please sit down." The hissed words were meant to sound welcoming, but instead sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. Severus was no fool; he knew this politeness was just an act. The Dark Lord Voldemort would kill him at the first sign of disloyalty or disrespect. Severus nodded and took his seat. There was a short awkward silence before Voldemort started speaking. "Severus I cannot wait much longer to discover Potter's health condition. What do you know?" The question was asked with such intensity it felt as if he could see into Severus' soul. Everyone leaned forward, impatiently awaiting the response.
Severus inwardly cursed his luck. Just that morning he had explained the Voldemort situation to the boys, and now it was about to change, for the better or worse he did not know. Severus knew he had no options, he had to tell Voldemort what Harry was. Looking determinedly into the eerie blood red eyes, Severus gave his brief, yet slightly dramatic answer. "After weeks of searching, and nearly being discovered, I have uncovered that the boy is something called a Myrmidon."
There as a collective intake of breath, as Wormtail was likely the only Death Eater ignorant enough to not have at least some basic knowledge of them. Voldemort was not pleased. He knew nothing of this Myrmidon race. "What do you know of this creature?" He asked sharply, not enjoying his lack of knowledge.
Severus vaguely explained the mate aspect, acting as though that was all he could find in the ancient school. It would be next to impossible to gather information on the subject since Myrmidon have mostly faded into myths and legends, none of which were reliable.
Voldemort was silent for a moment, most likely trying to find a way to use this to his advantage. He turned to Severus, a contemplating look on his face. "Do you know who the boys mate is?" He asked not entirely focused on what is in front of him.
"No, my lord, there is no indication. If the brat knows who his mate is, if he does he is hiding it well." Severus knew how much danger he was in at this moment. He was lying through his teeth to an extremely powerful dark wizard. Only Severus and Artemis knew of the wards that Artemis had added to the usual wards on Hogwarts, to prevent news from spreading. The only reason Severus himself knew of this was because otherwise he would have been worrying himself sick trying to keep everyone safe.
After receiving the news about Potter and a bit of planning for minor raids, the meeting was dismissed. Severus stated that he had to get back to Hogwarts before he was missed and apparated to the gates. Decided he needed a bit of time to himself, he took the long way back to the castle at a leisurely pace. Walking by the lake was a nice change of pace. Severus was always so worried, for one reason or another, and with no one in immediate danger; he needed a moment to relax. He knew the others were waiting up for him but he couldn't bring himself to head into the dungeons just yet. The cool night air was doing wonders for his ragged nerves. He had just lied to the Dark Lord's face and lived to tell the tale. Of course he had told the vile man half-truths before but this was an outright lie. One little slip and he would have been killed.
After half an hour of walking, Severus headed in to face the onslaught of questions he would likely be hit with.
A/N: Short chapter, sorry. I finally got to Voldy! Still don't know what I'm doing with the plot. What are your opinions on mpreg? I'm thinking about it.