Well, here is the second chapter, a thank you to Sleepisfortheweak16, TheUnnamedAvatar and SlenderPanda for your reviews!

I´ll be in Greece for one week, so you have to wait a little bit for the Third Chapter, but don´t worry, it is already written so it will be posted as soon as I am back :) *imaginary postcard moment*

I hope you enjoy this one, leave me your opinion :)

Severus could not believe that this was happening.

He felt like somebody had punched him in the face and into the stomach out of nowhere, leaving him shocked and unable to react for some seconds. On the outside he maintained his calm facade, but he felt sick on the inside and he somehow hoped that this was a bad dream, that he would wake up any minute and find himself home, in his bed.

"I understand, my Lord. I will give my best efforts!", Severus said, facing the Dark Lord, who nodded, saying:"I trust you will. You will stay here at the Manor, have a eye on Lucius!"

The Dark Lord left, followed by his snake Nagini and some Death Eaters accompanied him while the others left for their homes shortly after, leaving Severus with the three Malfoys and the still floating Rolanda in Malfoy Manor. Severus took himself a brief moment to look at Draco – he saw fear in Draco´s eyes and also disbelief. It had to be shocking for the boy to see his teacher in such a state, he knew that Draco had liked Rolanda for her fairness and for her efforts during her career as a professional.

"Draco", Severus said, locking his own feelings away once more. "Please take our guest to the cellar while I will prepare for my task!"

Draco shivered slightly as he took his wand out and guided the floating Rolanda away while Severus stood up and left the room, his cloak billowing behind him as always. He could not stand it anymore.

As soon as Severus had closed the bathroom door behind him and had put up a Muffliato spell, his mask fell. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, seeing nothing than fear. His hands were shaking as he splashed some cold water into his face. How was he going to fulfill this task? He knew exactly what the Dark Lord had meant with torture – keeping the victim on the edge to insanity, but leaving it still able to talk, exploring all the remarkably flexible pain boundaries of the human body. Severus knew how this worked, every Death Eater knew – but he could not do it on Rolanda. He simply could not, his whole body contracted by the thought that he would have to use a potion or a curse against her. Harming her, the thought simply sounded false, even sickening. He felt torn between two sides and he knew which one he had to stick to. The decision was between Rolanda and the mission he had been given by Albus. Damn it, there was no other choice then the mission, otherwise the dark days would never find a end! He cursed the old man for choosing him to do all this, for leaving him in this situation, for the decision to hire Rolanda as the flying instructor... and he cursed her for being... her. For enchanting him with her behavior. She had been kind, even when he had met her with his usual cold, grumpy distance and somehow they had become friends and he had told her about Lily. How she had broken his heart and she had told him about her worst moments. They had build up a trusty friendship, she had respected that he needed his room, but she always pushed him to go to Hogsmeade with her or play a round of chess when she felt that he was about to cave himself in his rooms. Her smile was able to sooth him, to calm him down when he was angry... only Lily had been able to do that with him and he sometimes even forgot the pain Lily had caused to his heart when he was with Rolanda because it simply felt right to challenge with her for fun, to talk to her... This showed him that she was someone special, as special as Lily had been to him and now... now he feared that he would loose this new, precious treasure in his life as well. But at least he was in charge of her treatment and as long as nobody would notice, he could prevent her from the worst scenarios.

A hard gasp escaped Rolanda as she was released from the levitation spell and her back hit the cold stone floor. Draco hurried to leave the cellar, avoiding her gaze on his way out. Poor boy, she thought. He had been pulled into this by his family, she was sure that he rather would not choose any side if he had a choice. He was a git sometimes, arrogant and all, but that simply was something that came with Lucius Malfoy being your father.

She shifted in a slightly more comfortable position and pulled her jacket tighter around her body, trying to block out the cold and foremost the splitting headache and the pain in her ankle – she was sure it was broken. She had experienced a rather hard landing as she had been forced to jump off her broom and in the next second she had been hit by a curse, knocking her over and she had received the wound on her head. They had been prepared, had put up spells that prevented her from disapparating and had used their surprise moment to disarm her as well. First bigger Order mission, immediately caught by Death Eaters – nice balance sheet, she thought sarcastically. Hell, she had thought she would be a little bit more useful. She had received a O in Defense Against the Dark Arts in her N.E.W.T.s, she had been educated in dueling by Filius because he had had, in a fatherly former house teacher moment, decided last year that she needed to refresh her skills and had emphasized her improvements in every session – she felt as if she had failed on herself, on the Order and on Filius.

She looked around the empty cellar, the bars on the only exit and felt helpless anger. She had not imagined to be captured and to make it even worse, she was confronted with the man who was the last person she wanted to see.

Severus.

The man who had played a false game with everyone over so many years. The man who had betrayed the people that had trusted him without a twitch, who had been a superb actor.

She had thought that she knew him better then other people. She had considered him as a friend! How easily he had deceived her, how easily one could be mistaken. Rolanda wanted to hate him, she had decided that when her eyes had set on the dead body of Albus Dumbledore. But she had been forced to experience that it was hard to develop hate on a person that she had liked for so many years, she had learned to appreciate his presence... and maybe her feelings had grown into something more unnoticed.

Suddenly the door opened and she turned her head slowly.

When one was thinking about the devil, he would come... it was Severus.

He magically locked the door behind him and waved his wand to enlighten some of the torches on the wall. Rolanda knew that his walls were up as her eyes fell on his expressionless face and immediately she started to build up her own shelter – she could play this game as well! She would not give him the satisfaction of appearing weak or beaten, she would not let herself become a victim, even though she was the one lying on the floor with injuries, lacking her wand, while he was standing over her.

"Well, hello, Severus. How is the salary of your new job? Working times fair and so on?", she asked, trying so sound as calm and casual as possible.