Asassin's little Potion Master

"Who am i here to kill?"
She asked, looming at the four men seated in front of her.

"No one." Answered umbothered Dumbledore, as if he didn't notice her slightly bloodstained leather pants and knives that hang from her thigh.

"Oh, come on. You only ever need me when you want to discard of someone.
So? Who's the Lucky Guy? "

"I don't want you to kill him, Hades-"

"Name."

"Severus Snape." Answered Lupin, from his corner. "We need to make sure he's on our side."

She contemplated it for a second and then answered without dropping her facade.
"No killing then?" She pouted.

Severus Snape could easely stay in the shadows, blend in the crowd, appear mediocre and bland - those were the traits that made him a good spy.

But his attitude seems to have caught the eye of The Order's newest member.

The Asassin.

Double spy and a submissive sex toy.
One hell of a combination.

Might as well be the death of him.

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Although i do own my original characters. Do not reproduce without consent.
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