Two Soldiers on Opposing Sides

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Chapter 1 the Truth Was Out

The man grit his teeth, holding in a hiss of pain that would have been sure to come had he not. He gripped the side of the sink, his only attempt not to fall to his knees in agony. Snape let his outer black cloak fall to the ground before he began removing his ropes underneath. After completion he vanished the dark clothing with a wave of the wand and stepped into the shower.

The cool water felt unnatural to his skin, coldness surrounding his body, pain proceeding throughout his body. The after effects of the Cruciatus Curse were horrid. Snape barely got through washing and rinsing his hair and body. He was thankful to summon enough energy to call a pain-relieving potion.

A few moments later he was fully dressed in dark colored night robes. He crawled into bed not bothering to let the headmaster know he was alright, let alone living. He could have been killed had he not been prepared. It was rare the Dark Lord ordered him to come out on their raids of muggle towns, torturing and killing all night or day but since it was early summer he assumed Snape would have nothing to do and ordered him to follow along. A misfired spell hit him in his back, his worst nightmare. Bellatrix thought it funny not to release him from his pain. The effects of the Cruciatus Curse withheld on a victim for a long period of time could unhinge the mind. Had he held on one minute longer, possibly a second, he could have been well, better than well. Snape's occlumency shields broke down, one by one, each unleashing deeper and darker secrets. The truth was out.

"Ssseverusss," the hissing voice of the Dark Lord's greeted him as he fell limp on the ground, free from the curse. "You're a traitor."

Snape let out a grunt of pain when a shoe collided into his side, a laugh followed afterwards.

"I must say though, Snape that how you've hidden this from me so long is astounding," the Dark Lord paused, deep in his own world of thoughts, lost.

"I should have known, I realize," he began again. "The night you begged me to spare the filthy mudblood, Lily Potter, I should have realized."

"Don't…ever…call…Lily…that," Severus said through clenched teeth, earning a Death Eater, Bellatrix possibly, shoving their foot on his throat. Green eyes and dark red hair clouded his vision, almost making him smile.

The Death Eater pushed her shoe inwards, enabling him to breathe but bringing him back to reality. He struggled, if only he hadn't dropped his wand when the Crusiatus Curse hit him. They were going to torture him, kill him after so much pain. Severus might have found himself begging for death, humiliating himself with pleads of rescue from the horrible pain.

Of course he had a portkey. He never left it, he rarely took it off either. It was a necklace he'd wear under his robes, keep in his pocket. But he couldn't use it while Bellatrix dug her foot in his neck. Snape was losing air, how long had it been? Snape felt himself start to black out, he was thankful then that he Dark Lord snapped out of his thoughts, ordering the Death Eater to allow him to breathe.

"Accio Wand!" Severus yelled with all power he held. As soon as the wood was safe in his hands, he grabbed the necklace, muttering the charm to set it off. And he was gone.

The memory swarmed to his wand like it was a habit, maybe it was. How many times had he done this before?

Summoning a vial, he duplicated the memory, placing one safely in the vial, while the other remained in his mind, both for proof, evidence of the truth. The vial holding the horrid memory was slipped inside the drawer of the nightstand, locked and hidden inside.

Snape fell asleep almost the exact moment his head hit the pillow, falling into a deep, nightmare-haunted sleep.

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"Where is he?" He sneered down at cowering Death Eater. The bloody idiot claimed he hadn't seen the traitor.

"P-please, m-my lord, I haven't. I swear I haven't seen Snape! He escaped!" The man stuttered in fear, near to begging.

His robes billowed behind him as he marched through the street, curses and hexes blinding following out. If he'd hit the muggles or his followers or possibly the team of Auror's who'd arrive, he did not care. Ignoring the horrified screams he cursed each and every person who hadn't seen the greasy-haired, sallow-skinned man by the name of Severus Snape.

Harry Potter jumped up in bed, cursing under his breath when he knew he could have woken his relatives. He waited in silence until hearing a deep snore from the next bedroom over, his whale of a cousin.

Harry slid out of bed at the sound and reached out for a quill, scribbling as quickly as possible on a piece of parchment.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Snape is in danger. Voldemort knows he's a traitor. I think he escaped.

Harry

He unlatched the lock on Hedwig's cage, luckily she hadn't been out hunting like she normally did. The owl flew out, hooting happily with affection towards her owner. Harry tied the parchment onto Hedwig tightly.

"Hedwig, take this to Dumbledore," he told the owl as he opened the window. "Hurry," the boy whispered.

Sure, he despised Snape and the feeling was mutual. Ever since they met Snape claimed Harry as an arrogant brat just like his father but as much as Harry was concerned, Snape was the brat, a greasy-haired git. But still, Harry was worried. Just because he hated his Professor didn't mean he wanted him dead or tortured.

Harry lay sprawled out on his bed, refusing to go to sleep. He may have been tired but if he even attempted to fall asleep, visions would haunt him, not only of Cedric dying in the graveyard but of Snape being tortured. So he did the only thing he could, like he'd been forced to do for every day of his entire life, he waited.