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Severus Snape knew he shouldn’t be surprised. His mark had been darkening for months. Potter had been missing since the third task. Dumbledore had always suspected Voldemort to be somehow involved. But, somehow Severus had still clung to the vain hope that he was wrong. He had prayed that the time for him to resume his double life had not yet come. But there was no ignoring the truth now. The meaning of the burning on his forearm could not be mistaken. He was being summoned so to his master he must go. He could only hope that his occlumency mastery would be sufficient to hide his deceit and that Voldemort would be forgiving of his apparent betrayal at the end of the first war.
He donned his robe and mask and with one last sigh turned on his heel and CRACK left Spinner’s End behind.
He reappeared on an unfamiliar field. He always hated that about disapparating with his mark. There was something very disconcerting about apparating into the unknown. Mercifully he was not being summoned alone, the air was rent with continual CRACKs every few seconds. He was grateful for the few moments this allowed him to regain his equilibrium before he would be forced to face his Master’s scrutiny.
When the air had been silent for several long moments a man suddenly appeared out of thin air about ten yards away with the dispelling of what must have been an incredibly powerful disillusionment charm.
Upon closer inspection Severus determined that it was not a man but a teenage boy, a handsome one with a large snake draped casually over his shoulders. Before Snape could take even a moment to wonder at his identity the man spoke.
“Welcome my faithful few, to this the first gathering of our renewed revolution.”
Snape usually stoic facade fractured momentarily. ‘The young man is Voldemort.’
“I’m sure you are all wondering at my appearance. Though it is not my habit to entertain the impertinent curiosities of my servants. In this one instance I will oblige you. I have these past 14 years been little more than a bodiless wrath. My methods of immortality, while preserving me from death do not on their own ensure me a physical form. It has taken me time, considerable effort, and the assistance of one of my most loyal,” Here he nodded in the direction of one of the masked followers in the crowd. How he could ascertain their identities when they were all identically garbed Snape didn’t presume to know, but figured must have to do with their connections through their dark marks. The dark lord continued.
“I have at last managed to regain a body. As a result of the ritual substances used in the formation of this body and other external factors my physical form has reverted to that of my 16 year old self, those of my followers who attended school with me,” Here the Dark Lord’s eye swept around through the crowd, “sadly none of whom are able to be with us today, will recognize me as such. I strongly suggest you take me at my word on this point. You will not like my reaction should any of you treat me with anything less than the deference I am due as your master. Youthful appearance notwithstanding, I am your Lord. This subject will not be brooked again. There is much we need to accomplish in the coming months. You will notice that you are few. I have chosen, for the time being to summon only you twelve. My best and my brightest. My new inner circle. The last war,”
Here he paused as though hesitating over his own words, “was not conducted in a manner that was conducive to our achieving our actual objectives. Mistaken were made, liberties were taken, and unnecessary violence was done which besmirched the reputation of our entire movement. I regret allowing such reckless abandon amongst my ranks. There will be no reckless violence this time around. We are not terrorists! We are revolutionaries! We will comport ourselves with the dignity and self restraint that is to be expected from people who are asserting themselves as liberators of the wizarding world. I will not pretend that there will be no blood shed. Revolutions always require some loss of life. But I will no longer tolerate mass murdering that does nothing to promote our cause. Our ability to sway public opinion to our favor and gain the support of the common people has been irreparably damaged by the senseless violence committed by the unscrupulous of our membership. You will notice that the most vicious offenders have not been invited here today. This war will be conducted in the shadows we will take the ministry from within. For that I will need to know the ins and outs of the ministry as it stands now as well as everything that has happened these last 14 years. You will each report.”
It was several hours later that a tired and overwhelmed Severus Snape apparated to Grimmauld Place. He wished he had the luxury of a rest. He would have loved nothing more than to go home and pretend that today had not happened, that this had all just been a nightmare, but he knew that he could not do that. Dumbledore would need to know at once the things that he had learned if the Light were to have any chance to win. He violently suppressed the part of himself that still wanted the Dark Lord to triumph. He had thought that part of himself had died the day his childhood friend was murdered, but hearing him speak today... It brought back all of the idealistic feelings that had made Severus join the Dark Lord in the first place. He breathed deeply and centered himself. He could not dwell on the past. He had made his choice. He had sworn an unbreakable vow to protect Lily’s son from Voldemort. There could be no turning back at this point. For better or worse he was with the Light now.
He couldn’t help but grimace as he entered the dwelling. Despite having been inhabited by the mutt and the Weasleys for the whole of the summer the condition of the place was still deplorable. The walls were stained with filth and water damage from previous disrepair. The wallpaper was curling off, and there was an every present mustiness. He suppressed an urge to shudder in disgust and went directly to the kitchen floo grate to inform Dumbledore that he had, at last, been contacted by Voldemort. The old man wasted no time stepping through and joining him at headquarters.
Snape opened his mouth to explain what he had learned but was silenced by a dismissive gesture by Dumbledore.
“While normally I prefer to take your information privately and share only as much as is necessary with the rest of the Order in this case I feel in necessary to summon the principal members at least. We have been operating purely on speculation these past two months. Without any clue of Harry’s whereabouts morale is low and there are some, I fear that doubt my assertion that Voldemort is truly returned. To hear it directly from you that you have seen and interacted with him, it could do immeasurable good to restore the faith. Please indulge me in this and allow me to summon the rest of the Order before you begin.”
Snape thought it the height of irresponsibility that Dumbledore was asking him to share information without even knowing what said information was, but as he just wanted this meeting to be over and had nothing to share that would be dangerous for any of the Order members to know he saw no reason to decline this request. He nodded his acquiescence, but Dumbledore was no longer paying attention to him. He already had his head back in the fireplace as he began to floo the relevant members. Severus left him to the task and made his way to the meeting room. The kitchen would be crowded with Order members soon enough and he wasn’t keen on socializing.
Too soon the motley crew that was the Order of the Phoenix descended upon the meeting room expectantly. From the inquisitive looks he received Snape inferred that Dumbledore must have given some expectations of an announcement from him. He hated that man’s penchant for dramatic suspense.
Dumbledore coughed to get everyone’s attention. He motioned toward the table and everyone obediently sat down. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. As I briefly explained in the floo we have at last acquired definitive proof that Voldemort is once again among us. Severus, please share your experiences with us.”
Severus bit back a retort that most of those at the table couldn’t handle the things he had experienced in his life, but he controlled himself. These were the people he had chosen to align himself with, there was no point in antagonizing them unnecessarily.
“As you are all no doubt aware the Dark Lord is once more among us. Today my Dark Mark burned and myself and eleven others were summoned before him. This I understand, was the first meeting of death eaters he has called since is resurrection in June. He has undergone some as yet undisclosed ritual to regain a body and has as a result of this ritual been fully physically restored into a body that he claims resembles his once sixteen year old self.”
Dumbledore’s eyebrows went up to his forehead and he interjected. “Did he explain why he was so youthful in appearance?”
Snape bristled at the interruption of his narrative, but nevertheless answered. “He claimed that his youthful appearance was a result of an interaction between the ingredients he used for his ritual and quote ‘external factors’. He gave no further insight into the particulars and no one in attendance was stupid even to press the point. After his brief explanation of his resurrection the Dark Lord explained his plans for the coming war. It seems that he has spent his fourteen years as a bodiless wrath contemplating past mistakes. He regrets the way the first war was conducted and is determined to change his strategy going forward. In particular he intends to clamp down on the senseless violence. I’m not sure what role Greyback and the other most violent offenders will play in the coming conflict but the fact that they were not summoned today and that he intimated that he does not intend for knowledge of his revival to become widespread seems very telling. Most of the meeting was dedicated to information gathering. He commanded all twelve of us to account for the past fourteen years. He was particularly interested in the current intricacies of the Ministry. It seems his plan this time around is for a more circumspect and silent coup of the ministry from within. No formal plans were laid out today, but I did learn some interesting information. One of the death eaters present today was Barty Crouch Jr.”
“Barty Crouch Jr. died in Azkaban.” Sirius interjected snidely.
“It seems reports of his death are wildly exaggerated. Apparently his father snuck him out of Azkaban a year after he was sentenced by smuggling in his dying mother to replace him with polyjuice potion. Barty was then kept under his father’s control with the Imperius curse until he broke free last summer. He was apparently instrumental in the Dark Lord’s resurrection. He too was vague on details regarding the ritual. However he did admit to being responsible for the death of his father and of Alastor Moody. It seems Dumbledore’s suspicions regarding Moody’s death were well founded after all.”
Dumbledore interjected again, “And did they mention Harry Potter?”
“Unfortunately not. However the fact that Moody’s death and Harry Potter’s kidnapping were so closely timed together seems very suspicious.” Severus answered.
“The boy is dead Albus, yer wastin’ yer time lookin’ fer sommat s’bin dead an gone these two months. Ain’t no way you-know-who would leave ‘im be this long.” Mundungus Fletcher pronounced.
“I assure you that Harry Potter is alive. What his current health or living conditions are I can’t say. But the wards around the home of his relatives are tied to him. If he were dead they would have fallen. I have a device that tracks them in my office. The Wards are still intact. Harry Potter lives.”
The rest of the meeting was solemn as those who were close to Moody once again commiserated over his loss while Mrs. Weasley and an unusually subdued Sirius black fretted over the the likely horrors Harry was facing. Severus just wished he could be anywhere else.
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