The Light Of Those You Love
Summary: A new source of information allows the Order to prepare for the coming battle, and leads Severus back into the arms of an old lover, but can she be trusted? And what does she really want?
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is not me. Bet she wishes she was though.
A/N: I have attempted to write this fic several times, but I have been unhappy with all of my previous attempts. This time, however, it's going a lot better, so fingers crossed J
A/N2: This has not been beta read, and for a grammar school girl my grammar is not hot. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. And review! Even if its just to say 'hi, please die today.' Actually….don't do that.
Chapter 1 - Ice Cream
bend to take my hand
I've nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to these I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Sarah McLachlan - 'Fallen'
Severus Snape sat in a darkened corner of Florean Fortescue's ice-cream parlour, surreptitiously indulging in a small chocolate ice-cream.
"Severus Snape," purred a voice from behind him.
The hairs on the back of Severus' neck stood on end. He did not have to turn around to know who was addressing him; he knew that voice. He turned anyway, but whether to ascertain it was who he thought it was or to simply be polite, he did not know.
"Anneliese Blackwood," he addressed the woman leaning on the counter, "to what do I owe the… pleasure?" he asked.
"You know, if one of your students caught you in here… well, there'd go your reputation," she said, raising one plucked eyebrow in a mocking gesture.
"Thanks for the advice, but if that's all…" he turned back to his ice-cream, determined that, if she wanted to speak with him, she'd have to work hard to do it.
"No, that is not nearly all," she murmured, taking a seat opposite him.
For several minutes she simply stared at him, taking in his appearance. There were lines where there had been no lines before, caused from worry no doubt - maybe pain, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
"I assume you want something other than to stare gawmlessly?" Severus finally asked, snapping Anneliese back to reality.
"Yes…" she said, before stopping, clearly unsure of how to proceed. "I…have a gift for you."
"A gift?" He questioned, somewhat incredulous.
"Yes, just don't open it while I'm here." She said in a tone that implied she was used to being obeyed, before placing a small black bag on the table before him. "Enjoy your ice-cream," she murmured, before standing and, with one last piercing look, swept out of the shop.
Eying the bag, Severus frowned. Not that he had always understood the motives behind Anneliese's more bizarre actions, but this was odd, even for her. Why come to him now, after fifteen years of carefully avoiding him, just to give him a gift? Fingering the bag gently, he untied the small bow that held it together, before berating himself for his stupidity. Fortunately, no damage seemed to have been done, but he waved his wand over the bag and muttered 'Specialis revelio' before opening the bag even further, just to be sure. Inside, there was a small black book, it's pages bound together by an ornate silver clasp. Flicking through the pages, Severus' eyes grew wider, before he pocketed the book and headed back to Hogwarts, to the Headmaster.
"Severus," Albus finally said, after flicking through the pages of the book for several minutes. "A week ago you said that you had heard Avery discussing almost exactly this," he lifted the book up, "with Macnair. Do you think Avery knew you overheard?"
Severus thought for a moment before answering, "I doubt it, but even if he did, why give Anneliese the information to give to me?" Severus questioned.
"In order to see in which direction the information flowed," Albus answered. At Severus' blank look he continued, "this could have been set up all along, the information could be false, and this could merely be a ruse to prove that Voldermort is not the only master you answer to."
"But I am in favour with the Dark Lord at the moment, and to set something like this up against one of the Dark Lord's own without his permission would be... foolish."
"So, you feel that Miss Blackwood is attempting to give us information? Do you have any idea why?" Albus asked.
"Only that she is growing tired of the old ways, which isn't too difficult to believe. May I ask what are your theories, Headmaster?" Severus asked.
"I only have one, which you have so kindly supported. To know more you are going to have to meet up with her again. Can you do that, Severus?" Albus asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye.
"Of course, I will arrange another meeting as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Severus." Albus said, as Severus stood and, with a slight nod, headed straight to the dungeons.