Chapter 1 His End
He lay on the floor, awaiting the end. He had been tortured for hours, days perhaps, and still he knew the end was coming. He was a traitor to the cause. He had been found out. He knew that trying to protect the order members, whilst still appearing to help his fellow death eaters was dangerous, but he couldn't stand there and watch her die. That had been his downfall. His fellow death eaters had called for backup, and he had apparated her away. When he had returned to the manor, he had barely gotten two steps inside when the first curse had hit him. "Crucio!"
Unprepared, he had fallen to the floor in the foyer, where he was tortured numerous times. Then they had dragged him to this room, where they had continued his punishment. The room he knew he would meet his end in. The door opened. All he could see through his swollen eyes was a swirl of black heading towards him, but he didn't need to see to know who this was. This was the one who would end him.
"Up. Get up." The high pitched, cold voice sneered at him. He couldn't have obeyed, even if he wanted to. Magic swirled around him, and he felt himself lifted into a standing position. "I am very disappointed in you. I didn't want to do this, but you have given me no choice." The injured man smiled at these words. The other raised his wand, preparing to utter the words that would end him, but faltered upon seeing his smile. "What are you smiling about? There is no escape from this." The injured man inhaled, looked into the bright red eyes of his captor, smiled again and whispered "Finally, she will know the truth."
"Nice try, but you cannot fool the dark lord into sparing you, traitor. AVADA KEDAVRA!" A green jet issued from the wand, and the injured man fell to the floor once again. As the self titled dark lord walked out of the room in disgust, the light left the dark eyes of the greatest spy the Order of the Phoenix had ever had. Severus Snape was dead.
