So it continues and soon the mystery will unfold. Enjoy!

Warning- Some harsh language

Chapter Two –

Severus Prince Snape, the youngest Potion Master of Britain, the youngest Professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Prince, sat nursing a tumbler of firewhisky in the library of the Prince Manor. Taking a look around at his surroundings, he sneered at the sheer opulence of the room. Oh how he detested anything to do with the name Prince. Bloody charlatans, he thought acidly. To say that he had been surprised when he had been contacted by the Goblins after his seventeenth birthday stating that he now was Lord Prince and owned everything entailed with it, would be an understatement.

They were too late… Helplessly watching his mother being abused by his father, being on the receiving end of his punches, being mocked by schoolmates, bullied by the Marauders, losing Lily, becoming a slave to a monster, and then a spy for the Light… They were too bloody fucking late.

Atleast now I am a valuable spy. After assuming the mantle of Lord Prince, his power and talent had made him rise steadfastly in the Death Eater hierarchy and now he was a member of the Dark Lord's most trusted and elite Inner Circle.

His mind suddenly conjured up the haunting image of Lily, of her beautiful eyes locked with his; drowning in fear, begging him not to do it…

He was wrenched away from his thoughts when he felt his Mark burning. Immediately he schooled his features, locked the thoughts of Lily and… their son behind the strongest of occlumency shields, grabbed his robes and mask and apparated.

Afterall, no one kept the Dark Lord waiting.

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"Severussss…," the Dark Lord Voldemort crooned at one of his most favourites. Once upon a time Lord Voldemort had been a handsome and charismatic man, but now the darkness in his soul was evident in his monstrous features and red demonic eyes. He was no longer a man.

"My Lord," Snape acknowledged humbly, kneeling at his Lord's feet and lowering his eyes submissively.

"Rise Severusss." Snape stood and waited for him to continue. "Lily Potter gave birth to a boy yesterday, on 31st July… just as the seventh month died…"

Snape went numb for a moment. And then his whole world came crashing down upon him. It took all his years of practice to maintain his mask of apathy as he fought to breathe.

No, no, no… this can't happen. "Just as the seventh month died… Doubtless it is only a co-incidence My Lord. You took steps to make sure that Potters do not give birth to the prophesized child."

Voldemort laughed chillingly. "Yesss… that I did. Did I not, Severussss?"

Snape shivered involuntarily as his mind flashed to that accursed night…

Flashback –

Snape hurriedly entered the Headquarters of the Order of Phoenix. Dumbledore had called for an urgent meeting. He wondered what had happened to cause the old man such panic. As soon as he went inside, he paused. There sitting on the couch were the Marauders with Dumbledore standing a few feet away. No other Order members were present.

For a moment he gazed at the Marauders with hate-filled eyes until their despondent visages struck him. "What happened?" he watched with a sinking feeling as Potter looked up with hopeless eyes… and immediately he knew.

"Merlin," Snape gasped, "where's Lily?" James did not answer but just stared at him with those dead eyes.

"Severus, my boy," Dumbledore interrupted him, "I am afraid…"

Without letting him finish Snape leapt for Potter, his heart sinking lower when Potter's friends did not stop him from hauling Potter to his feet and yelling "Where the hell is Lily?"

James gulped and answered in a whisper, "She was kidnapped… Voldemort… the prophecy…"

Realization flooded him and he closed his eyes as he felt his heart shattering. No, not Lily. He would not let Lily die because of a bloody prophecy. And Lord help whoever had leaked the prophecy to Voldemort because he would castrate the bastard alive. Snape opened his eyes, resolve hardening them and snarled at Potter, "Get a hold of yourself. I'll get Lily back… alive. No matter to what lengths I have to go to."

Something like hope flickered in James' eyes. And for the first time he took strength from his most hated enemy. "Do whatever you have to… just don't let her die."

"I will not," Snape promised.

… continues in the next chapter.

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