Chapter 1

Snape stood with his back tense, his body shaking ever so slightly he stood in his full death eater garb, his robe acted almost like a second skin, behind the skull mask his face was slicked with sweat, his eyes that usually show nothing of what the man is feeling was now glazed with pain, his breath came in painful pants.

"Severusss…..I'm very disappointed in you" he hissed into the potions master ear as he gripped Snape's chin in a death like grip "you always fail to bring me Potter, it makes me doubt your loyalty."

"I assure…you my lord that my…loyalty is true" Snape breathed out he could feel the evil aura that surrounded his supposed master, it was enough to make a shiver of fear travel down his spine, but he quenched that thought before it could happen.

"That maybe true, but to whom are you referring too? Me? Or that old fool Dumbledore?"

Snape knew he was trapped, he knew that the dark lord had found out his true alliance someone had told him, and his best guess was Pettigrew. Snape knew what he had to do, he would give his life for the cause he believed in, and that's how he became a spy, he was misguided as a child turned to the dark, but during his first rain with Voldemort he knew what he was doing was wrong, so he seeked redemption and it brought him to Dumbledore. He was ready for Azkaban but Dumbledore gave him another chance and so he took it. Snape knew there was no way out of the little conundrum he presently found himself in, and there was only one way even if it meant his death.

"Do you really want to know" said Severus a hard edge taking over his exhausted voice. Voldemort let go of his face and leaned back in his chair, and stared with red malicious eyes at the figure that slowly but surely stood up and looked him dead on his eyes held a fierce fire that was slowly building.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't" spat Voldemort

"Dumbledore" was the only word spoken whispers soon filled the room, they just couldn't comprehend that Snape one of the Dark Lords loyal servant had not been loyal at all.

"How long" hissed Voldemort he was angry, no one deified him but this one man did, he could not have others take this mans lead and do the same.

"Twenty years"

"Then twenty you shall receive" said Voldemort before he pointed his wand at Snape and whispered the curse he favored so much the unforgivable known as Cruicatius "Cucio."

A white hot flare went through Snape and he withered on the ground in pain, his screams pierced the air in the room, and the fellow followers stared excitedly at the man in front of them being tortured, they only hopped there master was generous this night, so maybe they would be able to have a little go at him.

Snape felt the pain end but his muscles and bones ached, but that was short lived as he felt the pain come again and again for at least an hour he estimated trough his pain fogged mind, his screams had died long ago. Soon the pain was gone and it didn't come back. His body convulsed making more pain for his tired body. Snape was breathing uncontrollably it was hard to regain his breath, he could hear voices but they were too distant for him to understand.

"I leave him to you all, do not kill him, that is my pleasure" said the Dark Lord as he sat back and watched as his followers advanced on the potions master, a malicious sneer crossed his lips as he watched with pleasure.

Snape felt a sharp stab off pain in his side before there was an onslaught of pain on various places of his body, Snape could no longer feel the pain coming, it was already there soaking up the rest like a sponge does to water. Snape closed his eyes for a minute before he opened them and found him staring at a blurry pair of toes with long nails and a wispy black robe floated about them, he slowly angled his stiff neck and he came face to face with the tip of a wand his half glazed eyes travel up the wand and settled on the blood red orbs of Voldemort.

"Remember Severus you brought this on yourself, you should've known better then to betray me, any last words before I kill you" said Voldemort with a purr that could lead anyone to swoon over, well that is if he wasn't Voldemort.

"Fuck you" Snape rasped out his lips turned just a little into a half- smile, Snape wanted to tell him that for so long it felt great to say it.

Voldemort snarled as he glared down at the weak man that lay before him. He lifted his wand and his aura flared and in a voice that held so much hatred he spoke the killing curse. Snap closed his eyes. He moved his hand into his pocket and touched the object that laid inside.

"Avada-"

But before Snape could hear the rest of the spell he was gone it felt like he was being sucked through a vaccum and there was a very uncomfortable feeling at his navel, and before he landed out side the gates of Hogwarts he lost all unconsciousness.

Voldemort watched as Snape disappeared by portkey, he let out a scream before he turned to his followers and yelled "FIND HIM." The death eaters evacuated the building in an orderly fashion and were off to find the traitor.

TBC……….

A/N: Hey I hoped you liked please leave a wonderful review that I love to read so much, I would have written more but Broke Back Mountain is calling to me…..lol….see yha.

Potions Mistress 101