Who: Severus and Vincent (& Vinny)
What: Getting them out.
When: Sunday Night.
Where: Crabbe Manor.

I hope your father comes back soon, because I have absolutely no idea what one does with a child.

*flicks a tree branch out of the way and glances impatiently up at the Crabbe mansion* Nothing, of course. *lets the branch fall back into place and turns around to look at the small boy sitting in the dirt underneath the bushes and trees* *sniffs once* I hope your father comes back soon, because I have absolutely no idea what one does with a child.

*his eyes widen as the little boy wobbles over to him and grabs at his leg* What are you- *the little boy looks up at him, eyes bright with tears as he whimpers: "Want Daddy! Pwease?"* Oh, wonderful. Er- Your father will be here soon?

Who: Severus Snape
What: Too many new things make for headaches.
Where: Home.
When: Friday Evening.

*reclines back in his arm chair, fingers lightly massaging across his temples in an attempt to get rid of the annoying headache he'd had for the last few days* *it had occurred to him recently that he'd gotten used to a life with barely any human contact, and the increase of it during the past few weeks had been pushing his brain into overdrive* *of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that all the dratted people he kept running into kept wanting him to do things for them* *mutters* As if I were some errand boy. Pah!

*in fact, it felt as if his brain was now on the brink of overflowing with information: about Helene Zabini and all her petty hidden secrets, about the Dark Lord and horcruxes, about the Crabbe family and their violent ways* *not to mention all his thoughts about the Order, feelings about almost being accepted back in, about the risk he was putting himself in once again*

*lets out a sigh* *feelings were always something he felt a strong distaste for, and it seemed now that he had more of them then he could handle* *his gaze drifted towards the door to his cellar, his potions room* *thinks he could have a headache potion brewed up in no time, and with that pesky aching gone, perhaps his thoughts wouldn't feel so jumbled and he could work through (and get rid off) some of these galling emotions* *nods, his mind made up and stands slowly* *walks toward the door to the cellar and pulls it open, slipping inside with a snap of his robes and shutting the door behind him*

Who: Severus and Blaise.
What: A Meeting.
Where: An out-of-the-way park.
When: Wednesday Evening.
Why: They have things to discuss.

But it may be there, buried amongst the cobwebs of your age old memories...

*stands in the shadows beneath the tree, waiting for Blaise to arrive* *the park he chose for the meeting is small and out of the way* *at this time of night, it is empty of people, besides him* *leans up against the tree trunk and waits, hoping Blaise had received his owl and decided to come*

Who: Snape and Draco.
What: Discussing things.
Where: Draco's flat.
When: Wednesday the 16th.

You were inside Ron Weasley's head? Was it rather empty? Probably quite a bit of an echo, hm?

*sits gingerly down on the edge of the chair, resting his hands on his legs* I apologize for not stopping by in such a long time. Apparently once you start getting involved in the Order again, things get much busier. *glances up at Draco* How have you been, Draco?

Who: Snape and Crabbe
What: Friendly Advice.
Where: Outside Crabbe Manor.
When: Saturday Afternoon.

Just because you were born to do something, doesn't mean you have to do it...

*waits a bit of a distance away from the Crabbe manor, leaning up against a tree* *watches the entrance as he waits for Crabbe to come out, knowing the boy would see him as soon as he did*

Who - Severus and Remus
What - They finally meet.
Where - Car park, Whitby Abbey
When - Wednesday Night
Why - Because it's been in the works forever.

I want to do something, anything, just to come close to making up for what I had to do.

*stands amongst the shadows between two cars in the far corner of the car park they'd decided to meet at* *wears a large black cloak which completed covers his entire body and also features a hood which he has pulled over his head*

*has to admit to himself that he's rather nervous, but tries not to show it; it's never good to show weakness* *waits*

To: Draco Malfoy
From: Severus Snape.

Warded SO heavily it'll probably explode if anyone but Draco touches it. Also charmed heavily for Draco's eyes only.

Draco,

I have some interesting news. It's time we talked. Sunday?

- Severus

Who: Severus and Remus
What: A phone call
When: 9pm Sunday night
Why: Because it's about time...

*sitting at the kitchen table staring at the object on the table in front of him* *it's the strange Muggle device that had landed right outside his door yesterday* *sent from Remus, he's pretty sure* *he hadn't touched it except to check it for curses and such, and then bring it in and set it on the table* *to be honest, he's afraid it might make some strange noise or something if he hits the wrong button*

*it seems to be some kind of communication device, what believed Muggles refered to as a "telephone"* *At least he's pretty sure that's what it is and if the note that came with it is correct, he should be getting a call shortly* *it isn't as if he has anything better to do, so he sits, stares at the phone and waits*

Who: Draco and Snape
What: Talking and confessing.
Where: Draco's place.
When: Sunday night.
Why: Because Draco's the only person Snape can talk to about this...



*paces in his living room* *pauses every once in awhile to glance up at the clock on the wall* *he had told Draco he would stop by tonight, they had arranged a time* *He needed to tell someone anyone Draco about what had happened* *About Greengrass and... what he had told her* *about how after all these years he had finally told the truth*

*And also, about how it had been days now since he told all, and he hadn't heard from her since*

*stops* *takes one last look at the clock* *it's time* *with only the slightest hesitation, he apparates to right outide Draco's door* *takes a deep breath* *knocks*

Who: Snape and Daphne
What: Snape finally tells someone else.
Where: Spinner's End.
When: Late Night, November 20th.
Why: Because it's been three years! He had to tell someone!

That's the problem with having emotions and feelings. They get in the way. And then others have to suffer because of it...

*he was sitting in his living room, in his favorite chair* *large, old looking book open on his lap* *his eyes scan back and forth over the words but nothing is really registering* *distracted*

*his eyes roam around the room* *starts to think* *about the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters and Hogwarts and Dumbledore* *doesn't want to think of these things* *too painful* *tries to distract himself from those thoughts*

*starts reading again*

*paces in his living room* *concerned and nervous* *Its been more than a week since he sent that anonymous owl to Remus Lupin* *he hasn't seen anyone since then (well, besides that Greengrass girl and that's a whole other story)* *he doesn't know if they took his advice or not*

*thinks its crazy that he's this worried curious... that he wants to know so bad* *supposes he could always send another owl to Remus, but as he hasn't even met with the Dark Lord or any Death Eaters, he hasn't any information to pass on in the first place* *still pacing*

*thoughts start to wander* *thinks about Daphne Greengrass and her last visit* *is kind of impressed at can't believe that girl had the nerve to show up here* *at the same time wonders if she'll show up again* *has a feeling she isn't done bothering him* *and that is probably the reason why he hasn't changed his wards around the place* *he has, however, taken care of that little matter of his home being listed in Muggle records*

*pacing, pacing* *lost in his thoughts* *after all, his thoughts are sometimes all he has...*

To: Remus Lupin
From: Anonymous


The owl carries a rolled up piece of worn parchment, with the name Remus Lupin scrawled on the outside. It is heavily warded with numerous charms. When unrolled, one can see that there is a short message scrawled in black ink. The message is unsigned and there is no address or name for the sender. It reads:

It's been rather quiet lately, but do you think they will let Halloween pass without marking the occasion? If I were you, I'd keep a close eye on the areas of Blackpool and Coventry; things might get especially interesting there.

The instant the letter is delivered, the owl flies off. There is no way know who the sender is, or to send a reply.

*Pacing back and forth in his living room, his movements jerky, unsure* *He has just returned from a meeting with the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters, that in itself is enough to make him nervous, but it is more what the Dark Lord has told them that has put him in this state*

*Stops and stands still, seems to be staring off into space* *thinking*

*whispers* Halloween...

*The Dark Lord had told him and the others of his plans for them on Halloween* *Obviously there was no plan for Severus himself; he still wasn't allowed to leave very often, but he had heard most of what the others were to be doing* *Some of it was rather vague, certain people were going to make mischief in certain areas* *Some of it was more detailed and it was this that had him worried and a bit confused*

*Shakes his head and resumes pacing again* *Thinking, back and forth* *Feels he needs to tell someone but who?*

*Stops again* *Eyes clear, steady* Lupin.

*He has to tell, this is his chance to redeem himself, even in the slightest. It's what He would have wanted him to do* *One last chance to decide* *Should he send it, or not?* *Hesitates for only a second* I have to send it. They need to be told. *Decides*

*Goes to his desk, grabs a bit of parchment and a quill and begins to write*