To Survive
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Severus found himself on the cold, stone floor a dungeon. He moaned, his ribs felt like they had been ripped out of his chest. He knew better than to try to move, but he really had no choice. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. He dragged himself to his feet, these were not the castle dungeons of Hogwarts. These were the dungeons of Lord Voldemort's castle. He knew it. This was where they always apperated to, this was where they kept the enemies of the Dark Lord. He'd been on the other side of this, being the captor not the captive. His headache grew as he slipped into a dark corner where he could not be seen. The door opened.
"Oh Severus," a voice drawled.
"Oh no, not him," he thought. "Bastard!"
Severus did not have his wand, but he saw it held in Lucius Malfoy's hand. Wandless magic was his only hope.
"Accio Wand." he thought desperatly. The wand flew out of Lucius' hand.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Lucius yelled. Severus caught the wand and stepped out of the shadows.
"Didn't know I could do wandless magic did you Malfoy?" Severus said silkily. "Lesson one, never under estimate your opponent. Lesson two, NEVER, EVER estimate a former Death Eater, especially if he was one of the Dark Lord's favorates. Something you never were, but I was since age 21. Lesson three, never mess with one of Dumbledore's faithfuls. STUPIFY!" it missed.
"You are faithful to the old codger then." Lucius spat.
"Yes Lucius, I wasn't before, when I spied the first time. I am now, he kept me out of Azkaban. For that, I am forever greatful. LEVICORPUS!" it hit Lucius and he was jerked into the air by his ankle.
"Lesson Four," he said calmly. "Never cross the Half Blood Prince." Lucius gawked.
"You.. you were the Half Blood Prince, you're a Half Blood piece of filth?"
"You know the Dark Lord's half blood too? Yeah his mum was Merope Gaunt and his dad was Tom Riddle Sr. Our master," he said the word 'master' sarcasticly. "is Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. The bastard son of a muggle man and heartbroken, poor excuse for a witch. Riddle Sr. abandoned them before he was born, his mother died giving birth, he lived in a muggle orphanage for 17 years. That is how he became what he is. Anger. The only reason he hates muggles is because of the father who never wanted him. Without that muggle, he would never be. And you notice, the only truly powerful witches and wizards nowadays are half bloods. Potter, the Dark Lord, me, and Dumbledore himself." he was just babbling to kill time. He knew the door had been locked so magic could not open it, but somehow he new someone was coming for him. He could feel Hermione coming closer.
The door opened with a loud bang and a dozen more Death Eaters entered the room. Bellatrix, Roudolphus, Rabastan, Dolohov, Rookwood, Nott, Mulciber, Macnair, Crabbe, Goyle, and the Carrows.
"SNAPE!" Bella screamed. "I KNEW WE COULDN'T TRUST HIM!"
They all pointed their wands at him. He knew he was in big trouble now.
"Hurry Hermione, I don't think I can hold them off for long."