Emra Snape

Prologue #1

Adoption

It was five in the morning on November 1, 1981. In Snape Manor, Lucius Malfoy floo'd Severus Snape.

"What is it, Lucius?" the black hair and eyes man asked his blonde best friend and fellow spy.

"I just got a letter from Nott, and the Dursley's are dead! They were poisoned by Death Eater's, as Wormtail told the Dark Lord that the Potter's still had family, no matter how distant. This means that no one will be there to get the boy in the morning!" the man exclaimed hurriedly.

"So, what do you want me to do about it?" Severus asked with an annoyed tone.

"You're his godfather just as much as Black is, and he can't care for the boy with the Wizarding World suspecting him of betraying the Potter's."

Severus sighed. "I wish we could just tell the Ministry that Pettigrew is the betrayer, not Black."

"But we can't," Lucius began, "that would tell the other Death Eater's we are the spies, and we can't risk it. Now, go get the child! I'll explain it to the old fool."

Severus nodded, stood up and apparated out of the house to Privet Drive Number 4. There, he heard a small voice crying. He walked to the doorstep and picked up the black bundle.

"There, there," Severus soothed as he gazed down at his black hair and emerald green eyes godson.

He softly ran his finger down the lightning bolt scar on the young boy's forehead.

"Harry Potter...no, that won't work. Now, what to call you... Emra Snape. Yes, that will do."

Hey, sorry it's so short. The next two will be as well, but after that they will be longer... this is only a quarter of the length of my norm because it's a prologue. The next few are additional prologues, as well, just to warn you.