This will be in third person POV.
Severus Snape paced in his study. He was partially aware of the itch of his Dark Mark, a small, irritating sensation that made him flex his wrist, and then tense. It was slowly growing into a burn — tolerable, yet not exactly comfortable.
“He’s calling me,” the man sighed, black eyes flitting reflexively towards the flamboyantly dressed Headmaster, who had his arms folded behind his back, and blue orbs focused intently on the dark professor.
“Then you should go,” Professor Dumbledore encouraged. “He is most likely inquiring about the girl. I am sure much is expected of her this year.”
“No doubt,” Professor Snape muttered, eyes darkening exponentially. “Only she is the one who agreed.”
“She was seduced by the arts, Severus,” Professor Dumbledore sighed. “She didn’t ask for this. When Lily died —“
“No,” Professor Snape interjected, shaking his head dejectedly. “Please, don’t…”
“Why did you let them take her, Severus?” Professor Dumbledore questioned, staring at the broken man sadly. “You could’ve stopped them—“
“And have done what, exactly?” Professor Snape asked. “What would I have done, Albus? Taken her in? Brought her to you? I was in a deplorable state. I was not about to challenge the Death Eaters’ on their decision.”
“So, why didn’t they take the boy?”
“I don’t know,” Professor Snape confessed, mind reeling, though the burn feeling much more irritating as the time passed. “Perhaps they’d rather be burdened with a girl than a boy?”
“I think, Severus, you are missing a main factor here,” Professor Dumbledore stated. “I believe they were frightened of the boy. After all, who has ever been able to defeat him, let alone survive the killing curse?”
“No one, obviously,” Professor Snape’s upper lip was curling into a sneer, the burning in his wrist making him more and more aggravated.
“Go, Severus,” Professor Dumbledore sighed. “But, be careful. Do not say the wrong thing, or irritate the man. I think it remains very clear that he thinks very highly of the girl — after all, she’s been trained since she was three. She could very well be a killing machine.”
Professor Snape almost snorted, but he refrained from doing so, choosing instead to withdraw his wand, and press the tip to his burning mark. He Disapparated with Professor Dumbledore’s parting words of: “Be safe, Severus.”
His cloak whispered across the floor, and he instantly fell to his knees, head inclined sharply towards the man dressed in robes of black, and a hideously serpentine face.
“What kept you waiting, Severus?” Lord Voldemort inquired, tone dangerously calm.
“Dumbledore requested to speak to me,” Snape answered, preparing himself for what was to come. Just like many times before, he could feel nothing but a sudden, white-hot pain. The sensation of knives piercing his skin consumed him, and he gritted his teeth, preventing himself from screaming as his body writhed desperately against the floor. Just as quickly as the sensation came, it was lifted, and breathing heavily, Professor Snape picked himself up into a sitting position.
Lord Voldemort paced nearby, observing the servant before him, his scarlet eyes flashing threateningly. The black eyes eventually turned to the scarlet ones, and the two eyed each other for several seconds until the latter spoke.
“Have you seen the girl?”
“Audrey Potter?” Snape asked, composure now regained. “Yes, I have seen her.”
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An Unrequited Love (S. Snape)
FanfictionLife is never easy, but I suppose being kidnapped by Death Eaters at the traumatizing age of three, and then dumped in one of their luxurious homes is not exactly the inspiration of the term. Being brought up by their law, I was taught to do many th...
