Severus Snape* glared at the cheeky brat in front of him.
Harry Potter, heavily pregnant, grinned. "Sev, come on, it will be fun."
"Severus, only you would think going to a Death Eater meeting is fun. What do you plan to do, come in as his second in command?" Severus asked, incredulous.
Harry's grin widened. "Exactly. Please, Sev."
Severus huffed. "Fine, go get ready." He walked away.
Harry quickly changed into the attire of the Dark Lord's second in command. Severus, donning the robes of his Lord's third, frowned. "No one better try anything," he thought, glaring at the mirror.
"Come on, Sev, let's go kick up some dirt, shall we?" Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, called for his followers, a sinister grin spreading across his face as his second and third approached. He was curious to see how Harry was managing, given his condition.
The Inner Circle sat closest to their Lord, while the outer circle lingered at the back. Two hooded figures entered, bowing deeply. "My Lord," they intoned.
Tom's grin widened. "Do sit."
Severus pulled a chair for Harry, his lips twitching under his hood. Harry met his eyes briefly before sitting. "My Lord, the mission was completed."
Tom scrutinized Harry, reading his mind, before snickering to himself. Harry's grin grew wider.
Rodolphus Lestrange exchanged glances with his brother Rabastan, both of them smirking in anticipation.
A lower-ranking Death Eater, emboldened by curiosity, spoke out. "Who are they?"
Tom's expression darkened. "You will address them as my equals."
The lower Death Eater paled and shut his mouth. Rodolphus snickered, earning a nudge and a glare from Harry. Rabastan's laugh echoed in the chamber.
Severus's eyes narrowed. "Is there a problem, Rabastan? What's so funny?"
Rabastan, still chuckling, looked at Severus. "Just wondering when dear brother's wife is gonna get hacked off, seeing our Lord's second growing impatient with her," he said, turning his gaze to Harry. "And you, Severus."