Chapter 1 Failure and Disloyalty?

"What are you doing here?" a man hissed facing the wall, standing right next to another tall black-haired individual.

"I'm here because of some Dis-loyalty to the lord" the tall figure voiced back, making sure to emphasize the word 'disloyalty'.

"There is no disloyalty here, how could there be".

"That's very good, the dark lord demands more funding and more intelligence on the movements of the Aurors in other countries".

"Maybe you misunderstood something Severus," the man said while sitting down, all the while his arms were violently shivering under his own weight to balance himself enough to sit down "We gave Voldemort a deal. he would completely stop Britain's ability to for international retaliation against china actions in the ivory coast; in exchange, we give intelligence, funding, and support".

"And yet here we are, Missing 20 million galleons, over 40 billion muggle currency, and a giant brick wall in Africa with almost every civilized nation in the world sending that trash African imperial wanna be dozens of elite Aurors for guerilla warfare around almost every gold mine that we have rightfully bought from poor and destitute landowners, now they are swimming in gold" The old decrepit man Laughed at his own joke, still facing the wall.

"That Certainly seems like a problem".

"A problem, it was a problem 15 years ago when one of the "best" wizards in the world got killed by an infant; now it's a catastrophe that has blown up in your face, just recently there was a skirmish that captured 11 death eaters and yet again your dark lord got defeated by a frail 100 year old" The man groaned and laughed hysterically before rubbing his ribs in pain.

"That frail 100-year-old is one of the greatest wizards of all time".

"Yes, quite the record, headmaster of allegedly the best school in the world, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump, and Chief Warlock on top of being the savior of Europe ending the life of his boyfriend" the old man nodded "and yet it does not matter, Voldemort will get no funding till there are results as for intelligence if you want it then come back at another time and we shall have it ready".

Seeing the denial of any support from this man, Snape got up and walked to the window before flying away in a mass of black fabric and smoke.

"What an unsightly way of flying," The old man said while standing up with spry and vigor that a frail old man should not be capable of having.

Pounding the double door open and walking out at a speed almost akin to a slow jog he called out "Send a message to the 12, The school year is starting in a mere month and I don't want to have a single report on my desk of any mishap" after he was done talking an ethereal bird not bigger than an eagle, shot out of the shadow cast behind the old man and through the window leaving only a small bit of red smoke fading into the air around the birds' path.

After walking down the winding path the old man found himself in front of a giant set of double doors, doors at least 3 times the height of himself. Once he opened them with a simple push, a desk with 3 different stacks of paper, a stamp, and many different writing utensils such as a ink and quill, an indenting stick, and a graphite pencil were basked in the light coming from the hall.

However just as he was walking in, a man in a skin-colored robe covered in dragons apparated and called out "I'm very sorry to interrupt you, Your excellency Prime minister but The emperor calls for you".

"It is not possible for the Mouth of the Emperor to interrupt" The old man croaked back before apparating to an unknown place just before This 'Mouth of the emperor' did the same in pursuit of the old prime minister.

"Please wait a second".

On the side, half a dozen towels were carried out soaked in blood. And after a few minutes of scrambling about another set of towels covered in blood exited the veiled and raised platform "Make sure those are burned and the blood is completely destroyed" The old man told the men in white robes with golden embossing, unlike the man in the skin-colored robes these men were completely covered from toe to head hair. Their faces could only be seen through a transparent film in a white mask that covered their face.

"Leave," a weak voice said.

As they were commanded everyone left the room except the old man.

"Wēiyán".

"Here, Your Majesty".

"Stop that the" The weak voice commanded before being interrupted with a fit of coughing "T-the theatrics and the guilt, w-we both know that I don't regret that day nor should you; brothers are supposed to save each other after all".

Hearing this Wēiyán could only scrunch his brow and slightly look away in guilt.

"Sigh- I told you that, what you did was what any would do" The emperor weakly groaned just before violent coughing and puking sounds could be heard, hearing this Wēiyán started to rush to the platform but was stopped by one of the numerous people in robes that began to apparate into the room then rush into the veiled bed.

"Please come this way, Your Excellency," The man said while holding his hand