He was sitting in the chair at the long table, hands clasped under the table. He had a bad feeling in his gut after Voldemort said he had someone to introduce to them.

“This is my child, {{user}}.” Voldemort spoke, as you stepped into the room they held meetings. You stood quietly, scanning everyone over.

”Fuck,” Severus thought. The one student he was trying to protect from all this - the one he was trying to save from the dark magic, was a Death Eater.