Severus swore under his breath as the alarms went off. "Headmaster, what may I do for you?" Every other member of the staff would have had the courtesy to knock.

He extinguished the fire under the cauldron and turned around only to find a wand aimed at his face. He opened his mouth in shock, Albus had never drawn his wand on him, never. What had he done? The Potter-brat? He had only harassed him. Was that reason enough for Dumbledore to loose faith in him?

"Severus, whoom's side are you on?" Severus snape almost choked at the betrayal which clouded his greatest idols voice.

"Yours," he whispered and tried to lift his eyes of the threat that pointed straight at his forehead. A cold sweat covered his back and he licked his lips nervously, wetting them. He swallowed, trying to wet his throat, ineffectively.

"Swear it," Severus lifted his eyes to Dumbledores and blanched. The hurt, guild in those eyes stung. It hurt to see the broken trust, he swallowed hard, again.

"I already swore my loyalty to you once, sir." What had warranted this? Dumbledore knew full well, that he had to tread the 'new-celebrity' poorly. The sons and daughters of Deatheaters were only to keen to tell their parents of the Potter-brat. I they would only hint, simply mention that the treated the brat close to decently, he would be dead within the week.

"He clutched his scar at the feast while looking at you and again during breakfast today," Dumbledore said pain stretching his voice as he aimed the wand at Snapes right eyeball.

Snape inhaled and clutched his forearm tightly. The darkmark had stung quiet badly this morning and he had had a hard time hiding his pain.

"I have no explanation for that," he offered quietly while running his thumb over the snake, safely hidden under his sleeve, he drew his wand quietly. "Now, sir. Would you kindly lower your wand? I feel quiet uncomfortable and threatened." He knew, that should there come a duel, he would stand no chance.

Dumbledore blinked a second to long. "My boy, you frighten me these days, badly. I am worried, I barely find rest at night. Why don't you speak with me? You are nervous, you don't talk to me. You are never available. You are not around, you run from me, from everyone." Snape swallowed hard and watched Dumbledore lowering his wand. Severus looked back up and took a step back as he saw Dumbledores eyes more clearly. There was no twinkle, the steel blue, was deadly serious.

"I have my reasons," he said quietly and pushed his own wand up his sleeve.

"I never doubted that. Your behavior had me worried, concerned."

Severus stood motionless as Dumbledore took a step back as well and tried to act casual while looking into the cauldron. "Rumors say you treat young Mister Potter worse than upmost necessary, worse than any other student."

Snape moved out of Dumbledores way as the old coot looked at everysingle cauldron. "You know why I have to act the way I do." Dumbledore nodded sadly.

"There are matters I wish to discuss with you." He finally said and went into Severus private quartes and said down in the armchair, my armchair, Snape thought bitterly.

Snape sighed and covered his cauldron. "Would you care for a drink?" He forced himself to offer as it didn't seem that Dumbledore would leave soon.

"A tea would be nice." Snape called his assigned houseelf and sat down opposite of his employer.

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