"Get up, blood traitor!"

I heard a gruff voice snarl as he delivered a swift kick to my ribs. I doubled over on the floor of my cell while I began to cough up blood and spit. Before I could regain a normal breathing pattern the dark figure reached under my chin with his leather gloved hands and forced me to look into his face.

"Oy' Lucius!, look wha we av' ere!"

He chuckled huskily as another figure appeared beside him. Suddenly I was pulled up on my feet by one of my captors and pulled into a bright light. It only blinded me momentarily before I was able to see who they were. One man had short shaggy black hair, I recognized him immediately as Feiner Greyback. His rough dirt covered hands were still locked onto my pale chin as I peered into another displeasing face. Ah, Lucius Malfoy, what could I say about this guy. His hair was silvery blond and his blue eyes, well they could make hell freeze over. Lucius looked me over with a smirk on his face.

"Ugh, just what this world needs, another Weasley girl."

He sneered before grabbing a hold of my arm and pulling me beside him. Then before I could detest to whatever he had in mind for me, I felt like I was being sucked head first through a straw. This only happened for a brief moment before I was able to breath again. My eyes began to roll back in my head as I tried to grasp onto Lucius's black robes.

"Get off me you piece of filth"

The arrogant blond man growled as he shoved me onto a softer floor than what I had been accustomed to. My blood red hair formed a protective curtain around my face as my head hit the floor with a thud.

"Lucius!"

A raspy voice hissed from infront of us. My heart fell into my stomach and I forced myself to become more conscious of my surroundings. As far as I could tell everything in here was seemingly normal. There was dark green carpeted floors, white walls and black curtains. If I hadn't been scared shitless I would have laughed at how much they took pride in their dull colors. I raised eyes from off the floor until I saw the most feared man (if you could call him that) in all of the Wizarding world. Voldemort. His red eyes caught my green ones and I immediately glued them to the ground. I knew I was as good as dead by this point.

"There is no need to be so unchivalrous now" he said in the same straight tone of voice.

"Apologies Milord" Lucius mumbled taking a step back from me.

"Don't apologize to me Lucius." He spat irritably as he bent down infront of me.

"So Lucius," he continued after Lucius had exhaled a vast amount of air.
"Has she told you anything of the Orders whereabouts"

He sneered as he placed his finger under my chin and then levitated me up as so. I knew Voldemort was looking right at me, but I couldn't tell for sure, I knew that if I looked into his eyes one more time, they would probably be the last thing I'd ever see.

"Yes, she has" Lucius chuckled as he took a step beside him infront of me.

"After only a week of torture?" Voldemort grinned raising a nonexistent eyebrow.

"Pity, for a Phoenix I'd expect you to hold out on us for a month."

He mused before removing his finger from under my chin and setting me on my feet. I looked up this time, only looking into Lucius's eyes.

"So what shall we do with her my lord"

He asked glaring at me seethingly before reaching for his snake headed cane and pulling it out into its wand form. He immediately raised it to my pale neck causing me to inhale quicker than normally. Voldemort chuckled and walked over behind a large oak desk and took a seat.

"Now, now, Lucius. She has been a great help to us, there is no need to waste such a pretty thing" He grinned placing his spindly fingers together like a church steeple. Lucius lowered his wand glowering at me as he did. I let my breath out slightly through my nose, not completely satisfied on what they were planning on doing to me. A loud knock at the door interrupted my thoughts and caused both men to turn their heads toward the door. He grinned briefly looking at the door and then back to me. I thought he would look away and continue with whatever he needed of whoever was at the door. Instead, he merely grinned,

"Ah, little Mercy. You've been so helpful to me... I now know when your little friends will arrive in Scotland. "I'm pleased I could be of service,"

I suddenly spat, tucking a piece of my lengthy red hair behind my ear. I could feel all of the weeks tortures comming back to haunt me and at this point I was ready to die.

"Are you finished with me? Am I here to be disposed of?"

I breathed anticipating my death by his command. Lucius raised his eyebrow at me before his master continued speaking.

"You've heard too many stories," he announced, letting out a sigh, "No, I intend to give you away as a gift."

"Oh?"

A gift? What sort of gift was a human being?
"One of my men has been... more then faithful to me," Voldemort stated proudly, "And I want him to be with a woman, a pretty little woman, like yourself."

Oh shit... now I know what sort of gift I was. I glared at him,

"I won't do it."

"You don't have a choice," he hissed, stepping closer to me, "I do believe your apart of the Order... If this doesn't destroy a little bit of your mind, Phoenix, I don't know what will. Come in!"

My head whipped back when I heard the door open, and my jaw actually dropped, something it had never, ever done before. There stood Severus Snape, his eyes wide with shock, a shared emotion.

"I promised you a reward, Snape," Voldemort chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder tightly causing me to shiver violently. "What better than a new wife to help complete your new manor"

He grinned running his fingers through my blood red locks.

"My Lord, this really isn't necessary,"

Snape stammered, his eyes locking with mine for a moment, then flicking back up to Voldemort,

"You should just kill her... Save you the trou-"

"Nonsense," Voldemort boomed, silencing Snape, "

"You need a woman in your life, Snape. Loneliness is best served during war, and we are no longer at war."

"My Lord..."

"Snape, I am giving you a gift in such a pretty packaging," Voldemort ground out, "Are you refusing it?"

It? Personally I felt as though I wasn't actually considered a person; more of a thing.

"No, thank you," Snape finally got out, his eyes taking in mine for a moment, "I appreciate the offer."

"Good," Voldemort mused, "Now come give your new wife a kiss, then leave."

My green eyes flashed, and I shook my head a fraction of an inch, hoping he would notice. Whether he did or didn't, he ignored me, and swooped in, planting a very chaste kiss on my firmly shut lips.

"You two are suited," Voldemort informed us quietly,

"Now leave. I'll have the money sent to your new manor by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, my Lord."
Snape nodded stiffly as he kept his hand securely on my waist. Before I could detest anything else I felt another similar feeling of me getting squeezed through a straw. Great well this was just perfect! First I leave my SAFE home in America to help Ginny and her pals, then I get captured and tortured for a week! Now I'm married to the guy who killed Dumbledore, well this is one I'll have to tell my grand kids! I thought sourly. As if a blessing to my lungs, air was finally able to pass through them. Opening my eyes I could have been slapped to the ground by the sigh before me. I, or we, were standing in what looked like a foyer room with white marble floors and columns that contrasted breathtakingly with the expensive black and gold Persian rugs and green curtains in there. My eyes began to water from not blinking them at the grandeur sight before me. My eyes then fell upon Snape as he briskly walked over to what looked like a bar.

There was a deep crease in his eyebrow as he pulled out a large bottle of fire whisky and a clear crystal shot glass. Ripping off the cork with his teeth and then spitting it to the side, he dumped the yellow contents of the bottle into the glass roughly, causing it to overflow and slosh over the sides. Snape then yanked the glass up and brought it to his lips, draining it in a manner of seconds. I walked over to the bar cautiously letting my worn and muddy converses scuff across the floor quietly. His dark brown eyes watched me intently before pouring himself another glass. But before he could set the bottle of fire whisky down, I reached up and gently took it from his hands. I then drained then what was left of the bottle and slammed it down on the counter before coughing slightly.

"So are we really..." I swallowed before finishing.

"M-Married?"

Snape ran his hand over his long face before walking over to a black leather chair and sitting down in it.

"It would seem that way, would it not"

He growled tightly. I walked over and stood directly infront of him.

"How can you let him do this to us, to ME?!" I choked pointing at my chest.

"If you haven't noticed," He said crossing his legs and glaring at me.

"WE didn't have much of a choice".

I stared at him warily before gently taking a seat on the leather couch to the side of him.

"Okay, I have an idea, you let me leave, and when ol' Voldie asks where I went you just tell him I disarmed you when you weren't looking!"

I said happily clasping my hands together and standing up. Snape cocked a black eyebrow at me.

"Very well thought out Mercy, but do enlighten me"
He said standing up and towering over me. Though I wasn't prepared for him to do that, I maintained my ground.

"How is he supposed to believe that you a WEASLEY and a Phoenix could disarm ME, not to mention your wand is confiscated and safely with him."

I sunk back into my seat as he continued to stand over me.

"Wether you like me or not, as if I would actually care...you have no choice but to be my w-wife"

He spat before turning his back to me and walking back over to the bar.

"S-So there is no way out of this?" I asked him getting up with a straining voice.

"Well you could try suicide" he said pouring him another glass.

"No thank you, I quite like the fact that I a PHOENIX survived a pack of mangy ass kissing death eaters."

Wait was that a grin I just saw on his face? I shook my head thinking it was only that potent fire whisky.

"Listen, uh..Snape, I'm not keen on this situation either, so lets just set some ground rules."

I said beginning to crack my knuckles out of bad habit.

"Fine, lets hear it"

"I want to speak to my mother. I want to have time to myself whenever I feel like it, I want my own bed room...and I want a DVD player and TV put into this medieval hell hole of a town."

I said glancing at him after I was finished.

"Thats it?"

"Yeah pretty much...so whats yours?"

I asked flickering my eyes around the room and then back to him.

"I don't know how you do things over in America, but over here things are always protocol if you're a pureblood."

He said walking out from behind the bar and then leaning up against a column.

"I expect you to act like a QUIET and reserved woman when WE are out in public, I'm not letting you out on your own no matter how much you try to convince me."

I was about to speak before he held up his finger.
"You may talk to your mother ONCE a week, perhaps more if I don't think your up to something...and there is a guest bedroom already prepared, so you may call that one yours. As for the, DVD player? We'll have to see..."

He said running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply.

"Also, every Friday night the Malfoys come over for dinner, and I expect you every Friday to dress.."

He looked at me in my converses holly black sweat pants, and bloody dirt covered tank top.

"Nicely"

He finished before looking away at my blushing face.

"I will have your clothes delivered here by the morning, or if you like I can ask Narcissa to go and take you shopping"

He asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Who is Narcissa?"

"Lucius's wife" he said simply.

I wrinkled my nose and sighed.

"Peachy."