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Warning: description of torture. Not too graphic, but torture all the same.
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A door slammed.
I snapped awake. I tried to stretch, but found myself bound to the bed with thick, magical cords wrapped around me, like a sheep ready to be slaughtered.
"So you're awake now."
I turned my head, looking in the direction of the noise. Potter.
"We've got a few questions to ask you, Snape."
I growled. I wasn't going to answer to him.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Potter stated, venom starting to drip into his voice.
"And what's the hard way?" I sneered at him, goading him to do his worst.
"This. Crucio!"
I immediately felt like burning, iron tipped daggers were forcing themselves deeper and deeper into my body, seeking out every sensitive part, and burning it. Invisible flames licked my bones.
After barely a minute, Potter stopped, and frowned at me. "We were told that we could use any method to make you reveal any information."
"Is that the best you can do?" I sneered at him, ignoring the involuntary jerks, the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse.
Suddenly, Lily appeared behind Potter. She looked sad, her eyes downcast, as if trying to stay away from me. "They're ready."
"Thanks Lily." They hugged.
I looked away, not wanting to cause myself more pain or grief.
"Follow me." I heard Lily say, and the ropes dropped away, allowing me to get up.
I got up and followed her and Potter, like a defeated man. I scolded myself for this show of weakness, and raised my head, feeling all the time like I was trying to hold up 200 kilograms.
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Eventually, we arrived.
About 5 more Aurors stood there, around a very strange looking steel bed.
I felt my eyes widen and my heart stared beating extremely fast. They really were going to torture me! It wasn't just a threat!
"Lie down." A scratchy voice told me.
I walked over, my legs shaking, too scared to disobey.
As soon as I lay down, iron cuffs encircled my wrists, ankles and neck. I started to struggle, but the iron kept me down, restricting any large movements.
"Alright Snape, where is You-Know-Who's base?"
'Oh no.' I couldn't answer this one. Voldemort moved his meeting place, even for private meetings, every time! There was no place they had visited twice!
"I said," the questioning auror growled at me, "where is You-Know-Who's base?"
"I don't know, I swear, he changes the place we meet… ahhhhh!" I gave in and screamed, the iron was turning red-hot.
"I'll give you one last chance Snape."
"Ask Dumbledore! I told him everything!"
"As if I'd buy your lies! Now tell me where is Voldemort's base!" He shouted at me, spit flying onto my face.
They were impossible. I'd have to lie. "Riddle Mansion!" I screamed out, desperate for the burning sensation to go away. I had heard of a Riddle Mansion before, and Voldemort's last name was Riddle, so Riddle seemed the most likely one that they'd buy. The house isn't used anymore, either.
"Good."
The iron returned to it's dormant state.
"You can release him now."
I looked up feebly as soon as the restraints had disappeared. Lily had tears coursing down her face and Potter looked disgusted, as if he had just found a chewed piece of gum underneath his foot.
Then I passed out.
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