Busying himself with crisp vegetables and a tender chicken breast, Snape did not look up. Yes, he had doubted Harry's, or more Lord Voldemort's intentions. But there was nothing to be done. He had aligned himself with the "Boy who Lived" and had to see this decision through. Until now, everything had worked out in his favour. Maybe, for the first time in his life, luck would be on his side. "When is the Dark Lord expecting your report?"