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Chapter 12

Meetings and Letters


Dear Lucius,

            What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what is going to happen when Dumbledore finds out about your little charade here? And what does the boy mean by he almost died? I promise I will not tell Dumbledore, but I assure you sooner or later Dumbledore is going to find out and when he does he is not going to be happy. If you want that on your conscious go right ahead and continue this, but I suggest you come clean to the Ministry. I know you’re all high and mighty in your society and that the Malfoy’s can do no wrong, but you are not above prosecution in the Wizarding World. Lucius my friend, please endanger yourself recklessly.

Your Friend,
Professor Severus Snape

Snape put the finishing touches on his letter as a knock sounded at the door. He looked up and a forth year hufflepuff was standing in the doorway,

“What do you wand Mandrion?” Snape barked. The boy shifted slightly before saying,

“Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office, sir.”

Snape rolled his eyes, “Alright then.” He said standing up. The boy ran off, not wanting to spend another minute with the dreaded potions master.

Snape made his way up to Dumbledore’s office taking points off of Gryffindor because a Gryffindor first year got in his way.

“Lemon Drop,” he muttered reaching the gargoyle. He knocked at the door and heard the familiar, “Enter,” from inside.

“Ah, Severus, so glad you came swiftly!” Dumbledore said cheerfully. Snape glanced around noticing McGonagall sitting in a chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk. “Take a seat Severus.”

Snape complied sitting in the chair next to McGonagall.

“I must say, Mr. Potter’s house placement came as quite a shock,” Dumbledore said. “It’s a little bit scary, I admit. I don’t even remember Voldemort’s sorting calling Slytherin in such force.”

The two professors flinched at the name and Dumbledore chuckled, “He’s one for ten years and you still can’t stand his name. Anyway, Severus, how is Mr. Potter adapting?”

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Just fine,” he muttered.

“Severus you need to put aside your hatred for James Potter,” Dumbledore said sternly. “He is not his father.”

“His house placement says that much,” Minerva muttered.

“Are you jealous, Minerva?” Snape snarled. “Did you want the famous boy-who-lived in your house, perhaps on your quidditch team?”

McGonagall’s face went red, “We don’t even know if he’s good at quidditch!” she protested.

Snape smirked, “He’s James Potter’s son, and of course he’s going to be good at quidditch.”

“He’s not his father Severus,” Dumbledore stated calmly.

Snape shrugged, “Is all you wanted was to know about the Potter boy?”

“I actually wanted to ask you to keep an eye on Mr. Potter,” Dumbledore said softly, “I fear that leaving him at the Dursleys may have been a grave mistake.”

“What makes you say that?” Snape snarled, inwardly laughing. Dumbledore remained silent. “You’re worried that he’ll become the next Dark Lord?” Dumbledore’s eyes revealed to the teachers that this was exactly what he was thinking.

“You know the rumors, Severus,” Minerva whispered. “You better than anyone should know the talk in the death eaters’ circles.”

Snape sighed, “I will keep an eye on him, but as of right now Mr. Potter doesn’t show signs of becoming a dark lord.”

“Neither did Voldemort,” Dumbledore said sadly. Snape fought to keep a laugh down.

“I suppose you are right, headmaster.”

“I worry that even if he isn’t headed there now, the Slytherins will force him down that path; we both know that some of them are children of death eaters.”

“I will look into it,” Snape responded coolly.

“Thank you Severus,” Dumbledore responded, “You are dismissed.”

Snape had barely made it back to his office when a black eagle owl swooped through the window.

Professor Severus Snape
Potions Master
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Snape snorted, the only person he knew that was that formal in addressing letters was Lucius Malfoy. He opened the letter and began to read,


We need to talk. Meet me in the three broomsticks at seven tonight.


Snape glanced at the clock and groaned, it was ten to seven. He grabbed a cloak and started off towards the village of Hogsmeade. He entered the pub and went over to where he saw his friend sitting.

“Severus,” Lucius greeted.

“Lucius,” Snape returned. “What’s this about?”

“Sit,” Lucius instructed. “How are my sons?”

“Your son is fine,” Snape emphasized the singular.

“And Calais?” Lucius asked eagerly.

“Apparently doesn’t exist,” Snape said giving him a look.

“Stop playing around Severus,” Lucius stated.

“I’m playing around?” Snape snarled, “Lucius you lied to me for three years!”

“It was necessary, Severus!” Lucius responded, “I didn’t want you to…to…”

“To what exactly, Lucius?” Snape snarled, “We’ve been friends for nearly 30 years, Lucius, don’t you trust me?”

“Severus, it’s not that, its just,” Lucius gulped. “I was afraid.”

Snape looked taken aback, “What?” he whispered, “of what?”

“I was afraid you’d tell Dumbledore,” Lucius admitted his gaze falling towards the table.

Snape looked at the man for several minutes before saying, “Lucius, my allegiances are nothing compared to my friendship with you.”

“It was stupid, alright?” Lucius stated, “But Dumbledore would have forced him back to those muggles.”

“What is it about these muggles?” Snape asked, “Calais mentioned something about them too.”

Lucius looked up at Snape and he was shocked to see tears threatening to escape the proud man’s eyes, “They beat him, Severus,” he whispered. “They beat him for weeks before he got away. I found him in the woods, without a jacket on, in the middle of a snow storm. He nearly died that night Severus.”

Snape was horrified, “How old was he?”


“Six?” Snape whispered in horror, “They did that to a six-year-old child?”

Lucius nodded.

“What was Dumbledore thinking?” Severus gasped. “Putting a child with that kind of people!”

“I thought you hated James Potter?” Lucius said a smirk threatening to come through.

“I did,” Severus responded immediately. Lucius shook his head.

“Yet you are very compassionate about his son.”

“Yes, but it’s Calais!” Severus protested. “I’ve known the boy sine he was eight, hell I’ve trained the boy. I’m not totally heartless!”

Lucius laughed slightly.

“Oh my god,” Snape gasped suddenly, “I trained the boy-who-lived.”


“Lucius!” Snape gasped, “We trained the boy-who-lived in the Dark Arts!”


“Lucius!” Snape snarled, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Only that my son needed to know,” Lucius responded.

“But he wasn’t your son!” Snape snarled.

“He is now,” Lucius stated. “We performed a blood ritual. He would have died if we didn’t.”

Snape gaped at the man. “Lucius if this gets out…”

“The only five people that know about it are Narcissa, Draco, Calais, you and me, who is possibly going to tell?”

“What happens when he accidentally performs something that he shouldn’t know?” Snape snarled. “He was supposed to have grown up with the muggles! If he starts performing magic that he shouldn’t be able to do yet then Dumbledore will become suspicious! What if he finds out that I’m the reason he knows the Dark arts!”

“Severus relax,” Lucius told the man.

“Relax! RELAX?” Snape snarled. “If Dumbledore finds out it’s a one way ticket to Azkaban for me! Dumbledore’s trust is the only thing keeping me out of Azkaban!”

“Severus, don’t worry!” Lucius stated, “You’re an expert Occlumens, how will Dumbledore find out?”

Snape paused, “the boys,” he whispered, “he’ll skim the boys’ minds.”

“They are skilled enough to keep certain thoughts buried deep,” Lucius stated, “Even if we haven’t taught them Occlumency yet.”

“I hope your right Lucius,” Snape responded, “It’s both of our skins on the line if you’re wrong.”

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