The Dark's Protège

The Mark

Harry James Potter never existed. No. Ophion Severus Snape was called Harry James Potter and claimed as the boy who lived, but the truth is much greater.

Ophion had found out in March that he was not a Potter, but a Snape. He had kept this secret to himself though. He never told the potions Master or even his best friends. He especially didn't tell Albus Dumbledore.

Ophion decided not to tell anyone, realizing that he was never meant for the light side of the war.

Ophion then opened his eyes, blood coming from his arm, as he saw a man standing in front of him. He recognized the man immediately as the Dark Lord, though he was nothing like Albus had said.

The man didn't resemble a snake. Well, he did, but in a different way. The man had a shine to his skin, and a pose that didn't look deadly, but he could strike at any moment. His teeth were slightly longer than normal, and his crimson eyes fit well with his pale skin and brown hair. The man had a tall stature, and Ophion smirked.

"Harry Potter, come to die." The man smirked at the boy. The man's voice was smooth and the words rolled off his tongue so easily.

"Actually, I do not wish to die at your hands, my Lord." Voldemort eyed him. While Ophion was almost certain he would make it out alive, it still made him nervous to be eyed down by the man.

"My Lord? Never thought I would hear that from you Potter." He was rather close to the boy at the moment, but he kept his distance still. He knew the power the boy held, and he knew he could attack the man, even without a wand.

"Please do not use that revolting name. I would prefer to be called my birth name." The Dark Lord, as well as Peter Pettigrew, was confused by now.

"And what might that be, boy?" Usually, Ophion would attack anyone who called him that, but this was his Lord.

"My birth name is Ophion Severus Snape. Son of Severus and Lily Snape." Both men looked at the teen in shock, both thinking the Snape heir was dead. "I wish to follow in my father's footsteps and follow you. I would be a greater asset to you alive than dead."

Voldemort stared at the boy as he thought. With the power that Ophion Snape held, he could use him as a weapon. "Why would you follow me after everything I have done?"

"The light has used me as a weapon for too long. My friends are even fake." Voldemort smirked.

"I would use you as a weapon too. But you already knew I would. So what is the difference between me and the light?" Ophion scoffed.

"You wouldn't hide the fact that I would only be a weapon. Plus, the light has plans to dispose of me whenever I kill you. I already know that you would keep me alive though. You know that people could rebel, and I would be a great asset if it happened." Voldemort released the boy from the statue, and the teen immediately bowed.

"Very well, Ophion." He walked up to the boy and grabbed the arm that was presented to him. "Do you swear on your magic to forever serve me, and me alone? Do you pledge your life to serve me?"

"Yes, my Lord. I swear on my magic that I will forever serve you, and you alone. I pledge my life to serve you."

"Very well then." He pressed his wand to the teen's arm. "Morsmordre" He then stepped away from Ophion.

When the teen looked at his arm, the mark was different than the mark he had seen on his father's arm one time in class. His mark was green instead of black, and the skull was cracked with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows at the top. "Rise. You are to return to school with the dead boy and say that he was killed in the maze. You shall keep your mark hidden with glamours, and you will make sure no word of my return is spoken."

"As you wish my Lord."

"Leave my sight. You must not be seen when I call my followers."

Ophion got up and quickly applied a glamor to hide his mark before running to Cedric, grabbing the boy's body and the cup. He felt the pull from the portkey and started crying as he heard the cheers. Dumbledore had pulled him from Cedric's body, and Ophion could hear Amos Diggory crying and yelling for his son. "Please! Stop! I tried so hard to save him! I was too late!" Ophion was sobbing by now.

"Harry, my boy. Tell me what happened." Ophion wanted to gag at the grandfatherly voice that was being used on him.

"We were almost to the cup! Then- Then I could tell that Victor Krum was under the imperious. He- He shot the killing curse at Cedric! I knocked him out though." After explaining, he was pulled away by Mad-Eye Moody.

Once they reached Moody's office, Ophion threw himself lazily into a chair, his face stained with tears.

"So, how was my acting, Crouch?" Ophion asked, and said man froze.

"What do you mean Potter?"

"Well, the Dark Lord's return was a success. Oh, and if you plan on killing me, the Dark Lord might have a fit. I am currently his most valuable weapon." Crouch turned around and sneered.

"You should be dead. You're probably only saying this because you don't want me to kill you." Crouch grabbed his wand and pointed it at Ophion.

Ophion just rolled his eyes and pulled up his sleeve, wandlessly removing the glamour. "Believe me now?" He asked, and Crouch just gaped.

"That's a fake! It looks nothing like the other marks!"

Ophion sighed as he rolled his eyes at the man. "It isn't a fake. I don't know why it is different from the others, but our Lord made it that way. Now, if I'm correct, Dumbledore will be here in about eight minutes, and it would be in your best interest to leave before he does. I'll escort myself to the hospital wing." Ophion then got up and made his way to the hospital wing.

Ophion was glad to have been given a dreamless sleep potion because he had fallen asleep before Dumbledore got there to question him more.