Harry Potter Oneshots

Double Agent

I know it's been a while so let me just say, hello again! I'm sorry that I have been so busy that I haven't had a chance to write lately, but I finally found some free time and had been suffering from a writing itch, so here's a little story circa book four. 

Let me preface this by saying that I personally do not like Severus Snape as a person, but I will admit that he is an interesting character so I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter. In case you are curious as to why I wrote a full story about a character I do not like,  someone challenged me to it and who am I to turn down a challenge? Now, without further ado, I hope you enjoy! <3

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"Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared . . ."

"I am," said Snape. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.

"Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.

–Goblet of Fire

The night air was uncomfortably warm for how late it was. That, combined with his hurried stride and an ill-boded premonition, Severus felt the beginnings of perspiration on his brow. Once he reached the edge of Hogwarts territory, he stopped abruptly and forced himself to breathe deeply.

Any sense of agitation would be discovered, pressed into, and used against him. Any sign of hesitation would get him killed on the spot, and that was only if he was lucky.

He shut his eyes and imagined a great stone wall, taller than Hogwarts, building inside of his mind. Behind it lie his memories of Dumbledore, the Potter brat, Grimmauld Place, and anything related to the Order. In front of the wall, his memories of his Death Eater days stand in prominence. Dull episodes of general Hogwarts meetings or even his childhood are allowed to remain hidden on the front side of the wall's shadows. It would be far too suspicious to have his mind entirely swept clean of such thoughts.

Afterall, Severus should have nothing to hide.

When the wall was firmly built, every thought properly placed and the cracks between the stones sealed, he twisted on the spot, allowing the pulsing heat from the stain on his arm to tug him through the darkness. As soon as one foot landed, Snape was already off, walking forward with assured purpose. His feet crunched under the gravel of the lane and he came to a stop, his hands behind his back, by the wrought iron gate.

"Let me in, Lucius," he said softly, staring straight ahead towards the manor.

Silence greeted him, yet he saw distant shadows moving about in the few lit windows. He knew they were scrambling about, asking what to do. He could imagine them scurrying like rats, tripping over themselves with eagerness to do the Dark Lord's bidding once more, arguing over who would be allowed to drag the traitor towards his doom.

The purported traitor, he corrected. He must convince himself first that he was not a traitor to their cause if he was ever to convince the Dark Lord himself.

"Severus," came the snide voice of Lucius Malfoy, reverberating from the bars of the gate. "How kind of you to join us."

The gates creaked open and Severus strode forward at once, leaving all unwanted thoughts behind him and behind his defensive mental barrier. Once he reached the front door, it too swung open on its hinges and he entered the drawing room, imbuing all the comfort as if he was in his own home. Lucius stood waiting for him, a sneer plastered onto his pale face. Narcissa and Bellatrix reclined on armchairs behind him, both eyeing him distrustfully. Macnair, Crabbe, and Goyle stood in front of the sofa, wands out and scowls on.