The rise of the prince.
Severus Snape, a thirty eight year old man with long black hair, sallow skin and dark black piercing eyes. He had been a spy for the order during the war against Voldemort, the Dark Lord. Unfortunately, he passed away… or did he?
Three years after the second war, a new dark lord- the “Dark Prince” emerged. No one knew where he had come from, or just who he was. He always wore a mask to hide his face. Black robes as though he had just come from a funeral. Even his devout followers had no idea who he was or how to contact him. They didn’t even know where he resided.
Severus Snape had always been good at bending the truth. Hiding, lying, sneaking around- it was all his specialty. Especially after he had mastered Occlumency. No one could look into his mind without his permission, not even Voldemort himself. So, becoming a spy for the order had been fairly easy. Though, of course, one slip up and it’d cost him his life. He had always known that. Yet, he had a plan.
He had never truly been on the “good” side. Nor, had he been on the “evil” side. He was on his own side. The side that would bring him the most benefits in the end. His loyalties never laid with Albus Dumbledore or Voldemort. His loyalties lay with himself.
His greatest achievement was lying to two of the greatest wizards of all time and getting them to believe his loyalties were with them. It was easy really. Pretending to be with Albus. He just needed to play along, adding his past Patronus by thinking of his time with Lily had only solidified the headmaster’s belief in him.
The doe- it wasn’t his true patronus. It hadn’t been for a long time. He could still bring it out by looking at the memories it formed from. Though, he rarely dared too. He now found those bittersweet, on the more bitter end.
His true patronus was a thestral, something that rarely anyone gets for their patronus. Most of the time his patronus is non-corporeal when he uses it so people wouldn’t notice the change. One may question when it changed, and Severus himself, did not know. Not really.
But it didn’t matter. Not really. His patronus would not connect him to his past life. He was glad about that now. Made his new goal and life easier, finally, things were going in his favor.
It was always quiet when he was around. Clad in his outfit of the dark prince. Only whispers from behind closed doors could be heard. “It’s the rise of a new dark lord…” The people would say. “He calls himself the Dark Prince!” Others would hurriedly whisper as they peeked from their windows.
It always brought a smirk to Severus’ face. He enjoyed their fear, practically bathed in it. Yes, this was indeed the rise of the new dark lord. The rise of the prince, and his name WOULD be known.