I stood there looking through the one-way glass and felt like the world was laughing at me for all the horrible things I'd done over the years.

I brushed by white-blonde hair out of my eyes and began removing any lint that I could spot on my favored black suit.

A tall cowboy-hatted man, Markus, I think he said his name was, approached me and asked, "Draco Malfoy, do you know her?"

Swallowing hard—trying to remove the lump in my throat—and nodding, "Iphegenia Avery. Pure-blood."

"How do you know Mrs. Avery?"

"Iphegenia..." A memory of her coming onto me at one of the Circles gatherings popped into my mind—making me uncomfortable, "...is a known death eater. I saw her at Malfoy Manor several times when Voldemort was staying there."

"That's correct. Would you be willing to make a statement to that effect?"

I ran my eyes over the large man, "Yes. Would it be possible to speak to her for a few minutes?"

"About?"

"To let her know that I'm helping the ministry. It was why the Minister of Magic called me here," I lied smoothly.

He nodded slowly, "Right. Come with me."

The cowboy let me into the room where the creature was sitting as if she was holding court, "Iphegenia, I thought you should know." I cleared my throat, uncomfortably, "I will be making a statement to the Ministry regarding your involvement as a Death Eater."

She smiled, "Good of you to let me know."

"They claim you are in charge of some group called the Circle and have even claimed you're some sort of Grandmaster."

"I am," her icy-blue eyes ran over me, setting my teeth on edge.

"I must say," I felt bile rise up my esophagus, "You are not at all who I thought you would be."

She smiled cooly again, "Are you disappointed?"

Of fucking course I am! You aren't her!

Cocking my brow, pouring on the charm, "It's a shame to waste such beauty for someone else's gain."

"We all make sacrifices for those we love, even you Draco." She cocked her head at me, "Go say hello to your powerful little boyfriend for me."

I resisted the urge to pull my wand out and end her for even speaking Harry's name. "I'll see you at the Wizengamot."

I'd made it to the door, and she spoke, "Dites-elle que je suis toujours son chéri de Loyal. Vivre longtemps le Cercle." (Tell her, I am forever her loyal Pet. Long live the Circle.)

"Je suis un esclave à votre assignation," (I am a slave to your bidding) I whispered loud enough for her to hear and left with her gleeful laughter haunting my every footfall away from her holding cell.

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For the continued tale check out Devils Snare, story 3 of the SpaceQueenSara HP AU.

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Greetings Everyone!

Well, there it is. The completed return of Severus Snape and all his awesomeness!

Snape's Return was supposed to be a small, fun and straightforward story that tied in with Second Chance. However, along the way, I suddenly learned how to write. I'm always going to be learning, but this 10-month-long journey has taught me many new things.

1. I can tell a whopper of a tale.

2. I have some of the best and most loyal readers. You guys ROCK!

3. I'm not alone. The support that I was given from all of you sometimes makes me cry in gratitude that you've spent the time reading the ramblings of my mind. I thought I was NUTZ to write what I was, but my readers kept pushing for more, and it helped me stay focused on this beautiful tale.

4. I'm going to keep writing and spinning my fables.

Thank you, EVERYONE, for making me feel like royalty. I hope you loved this as much as I did and would love to hear your overall thoughts in the comments.

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~ Queen 👑