The Return Of Snape [Voldemort X Severus Snape]

chapter 7

Severus was relieved when the meeting he was stuck in came to an end, and he was free to do as he wanted for tonight. Until –

"Oh, my Lord," Lucius said as everyone else except Severus left. "Rookwood said he wanted to see you tomorrow, shall I give him a time?"

Voldemort nodded. "Midnight tomorrow, in my rooms. Do you know what it's about?" Severus poured himself a glass of red wine from the bottle in the middle of the table and took a sip. "Yes you may have some of my wine, Severus." The Potions Master smiled.

Lucius was wearing his trade mark smirk. "The Prophecy, my Lord," he drawled.

"About time, maybe he'll have some information now about why it sent Bode insane." The Dark Lord frowned. "Avery insists that anyone could take it from the shelf, so then why did it do that to Bode? And we still haven't managed to get the bloody thing."

Severus looked up. "What did happen to Bode, actually? All I knew was that he died from a pot plant that was really Devils Snare." Lucius smirked again.

"I personally thought that was an ingenious way of disposing of him," he said smoothly. Severus rolled his eyes.

"We weren't sure how we were going to get the Prophecy, so Lucius Impero'ed Bode, an Unspeakable at the Ministry, and told him to get the Prophecy and bring it to him," Voldemort started. "The whole thing backfired, we're guessing as soon as he touched the thing he went mad and we couldn't make any sense out of him." He sighed. "Rookwood's had enough to do with that department, he should be able to tell us, surely."

Lucius nodded. "One thing I will say, my Lord, I find it ironic that the Unspeakable looses the power of speech through his job." He laughed, and Voldemort and Severus joined in.

Later on, when the house was dark and almost empty except for the Dark Lord and Severus, Voldemort spoke. "Will you come tomorrow night as well Sev?" he asked, almost dropping off to sleep. Severus smiled. It was nice to feel wanted.

"I'll come every night I can come, Voldemort," he said softly.

x-x

Severus and Voldemort were enjoying a quiet evening together when there was a knock on the door. The Dark Lord was standing behind Severus in a darkened room, lit only by a branch of candles, massaging his shoulders after a long day at Hogwarts. "That'll be Rookwood," he said softly. "Go and wait in my bedroom." He waited until Severus was out of sight behind the curtains, and then using wandless magic, opened the door.

Rookwood entered, visibly shaking, and knelt on the floor, not daring to move any closer to the Dark Lord. "Rookwood. Lucius said you wished to speak to me about the Prophecy, have you discovered something?"

The man in front of him seemed even more shaken at being asked a direct question, but managed to nod. "Yes, my Lord, a Prophecy can not be removed by anyone except for the person or people it was created for." Rookwood suddenly seemed to be less nervous as he started speaking, as if he felt very confident with what he was saying.

"I have been badly advised, it seems," Voldemort said thoughtfully, yet at the same time there was a pulse of anger in his voice.

"Master, I crave your pardon," the man croaked, trembling with fear once more.

"I do not blame you, Rookwood." He walked around the chair he was holding onto, so that he was directly above the man on the floor, towering. "Are you sure of your facts, Rookwood?" he asked.

"Yes, my Lord, yes… I used to work in the Department after – after all…" He was shaking again, even more obvious in his voice. The Dark Lord was enjoying himself.