Редко можно встретить фик, где _правдоподобно_ описан аспект шпионства Снейпа после 4 книги. Вот кусочек. Этот мне нравится. Или я субъективна?
“Er… Well…” Harry fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. “It’s just… after what happened to you…”
Snape’s face darkened and Harry knew he had better hurry up.
“Do-you-think-it’s-safe-for-you-to-keep-spying-on-Voldemort?”
Snape’s eyes narrowed.
“I mean… what if he’s suspicious? What if he finds out?”
With the way the Professor was now looking at him, Harry began to think he probably should have just gone up to Gryffindor Tower and kept his mouth shut. As such, he was rather surprised when the Potions master gave a weary snort and leaned back in his chair.
“Do you honestly think that Lord Voldemort does not know where my true loyalties lie? Do you really think him that blind?”
Harry’s eyes widened.
“You--you mean, he knows you’re a spy?!”
“Of course he knows, you twit. He’s known since I first defected. What’s more, he knows that I am aware of his realization. Not that he has ever openly said it.”
“But--But--”
“Oh, do spit it out, Potter. The hour is late!”
Harry could not believe what the elder wizard was saying, “But why then? Why do you keep going? Why hasn’t Voldemort killed you? Why does Dumbledore still allow you to go?!”
“It’s all part of the game Potter. Voldemort is fond of games. The information I gain at the meetings may be true, or it may be false, or only partially true. This is his way of challenging me, and through me, Dumbledore. He fancies himself the mental superior to every wizard alive. In his eyes, I am no real threat. I don’t have brains enough to piece together his little truths and misinformation. Recently, I was a little too accurate in my guessing. The result of which, you unfortunately witnessed weekend last.
“And Voldemort will kill me, Potter. Of that I have little doubt. He’s simply not done playing with me yet. He will kill me when he’s good and ready.
“As for Dumbledore, the last I checked I was still an adult wizard. I go where I will. This is my job. I will see it through.
“Now, if you’re done tearing pages from the sordid book of my life, I have marking to do.”
Harry swallowed and gave a brief nod before leaving the room, still quite stunned.