The Return Of Snape [Voldemort X Severus Snape]

chapter 2

Snape didn't like the way he was feeling. The confusion inside him was tearing him up, he didn't know where to look, what to do, what to feel. Lord Voldemort would make love easily enough, but he could never feel love. That's where he fell down every time. In the Dark Lord's all but empty bed, he turned over and went over the previous nights event's in his head. Everything had been fine until in his hazy state, Snape had whispered to his Master that he loved him, instantly regretting it. The Dark Lord's eyes had snapped open; he had shoved Snape off of him and had left the room, pausing only to get a robe to wear. Snape sighed once more and turned over again, unable to get comfortable.

'It should not be like this,' the Potions Master thought as he shut his eyes hoping to find peace in some corner of his mind. He found none. 'He should love me back, he should tell me…' But the more Snape thought about it, the more he knew that the Dark Lord never did what he should do; only what he wanted to do. That was what threw him the most, never knowing what to do and never knowing how to feel.

He traced over his Dark Mark in worry. He often did that those nights up to the Dark Lord's rebirth, laying in bed with soft candlelight illuminating the room, tracing over the Mark as it grew stronger and stronger, clearer and clearer until he'd felt it burn, in the stands of the Tri-Wizard tournament. He'd frozen solid, rigid, not daring to look at his arm, looking around as if expecting everyone to see his jump. Only one person had. His eyes had met Dumbledore's, wide open in shock and fear, and Dumbledore had actually gone white, realising instantly what had happened. Wordlessly he stood and left the stands, followed by Snape who had gone down the steps quickly. Dumbledore had led them to the back of the stands where no one would see, and Snape pulled the sleeve up of his robe, staring at the blackened mark.

"I must go," Severus murmured to the Headmaster. "I must take up my role once more."

"Not yet Severus- You must wait for the task to finish first- It will almost be done." Dumbledore's voice sounded distant and fearful, he walked through the stands to the middle of the Quidditch pitch, looking around. "Where are Harry and Cedric?" he said to Minerva McGonagall. Snape was right behind him, one hand on the mark.

"They went out of sight half an hour ago, one of them will have found the cup at any minute," she replied softly, a frown creasing her forehead. "What's happened Albus?"

Dumbledore looked around him, and then back to the woman. "Severus's mark burned." Minerva looked from Dumbledore to Snape, and back again, the frown lifting with her eyebrows, her eyes widening.

"What does it mean, Albus?" she asked almost dreading the answer she was sure that she knew. It could only mean on thing.

"Lord Voldemort has returned," he said simply as a reply.

'Lord Voldemort has returned…' Those words were meant to give him great joy, but he did not feel it at that moment. He turned over once more, hoping to see his Master on the pillow next to him, eyes half open, but the eyes were not half open, because they were not there. The Dark Lord was the only thing he cared about besides his Potions and the Dark Arts. He had no one and nothing else, and now, it seemed he did not even have that all three of the things he held dearest to him. He shut his eyes with a sigh, he'd have to get out of this room before the Dark Lord returned, that was how Lord Voldemort preferred it. Yet Snape still wanted to see his Master's reaction to him still being there.. He laid there for half an hour when he was finally rewarded. Voldemort walked in and saw Snape laying there, eyes half open watching his Master. The Dark Lord walked around the bed and sat down next to Severus, who was shocked and confused, facing him.

"I did not think you would return to me, Voldemort," Severus murmured, the shock and confusion showing up clearly on his face. Voldemort ran a hand down his servant's bare chest which was exposed, causing a shiver from Snape. It was like silk to the Dark Lord, who's eyes were on his own hand and his lover's chest.