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"I will be sending Snape here to heal you. But don't think I'm being nice, wolf. I just don't want you to die before I get the information I need."
Lupin looked up weakly. "I'll never tell you anything. You might as well kill me."
Voldemort smirked at the challenge. "We'll see about that."
With that, he left and Lupin finally gave in to the need to pass out from all the pain and the loss of blood.
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Chapter Three: Confrontations
Severus Snape walked into the cellar with the potions he knew he would need to heal the Dark Lord's prisoner. He wished he had been allowed to go see the man before then, to make sure he was alive and alright, but he didn't dare show that he cared for the werewolf. The Order of the Phoenix was going crazy trying to find the wolf, and now that the could confirm the man's whereabouts, he was going to call a meeting to discuss a possible rescue mission. He sighed, he always did too much for the Order.
He closed the door behind himself and walked inside the cellar, his eyes going wide when he saw the extent of Remus's injuries. He shook his head at the stubborn wolf, he knew why the chained man had gotten beat so badly. He waved his wand first to conjure a bed, he then released the wolf from the chains and hovered him over to the bed and laid him gently down on the bed. Then he did a quick cleaning charm to wipe away all the blood and to clean out all the man's wounds.
He walked over to the bed and pointed his wand to the wolf's chest. "Enervate," he said. The wolf instantly woke up with a wince, and Snape hurriedly poured a pain reliever potion down the other man's throat. When Remus swallowed, he looked up at Snape with wide and confused eyes. "Don't worry, Remus," Snape said softly. "The Dark Lord sent me here to heal your wounds. I also want to let you know that I will be informing the Order that you're still alive and we'll plan a rescue. I'll let you know what we're doing as soon as we have a clear plan."
Remus merely nodded, he was too tired to speak. Snape understood and just continued to clean and cure the prisoner's wounds. When all the wounds were healing over, he gave the wolf two more potions, a blood replenishing potion and a dreamless sleep draught. When the wolf fell back asleep, Snape wrapped the wolf's wrists and ankle's in gauze. He waved his wand, lifted the sleeping man's body, and chained him back to the wall. He knew that the wolf would still feel uncomfortable, but at least the chains wouldn't cut into his skin anymore. Snape cleared up all the empty bottles with a wave of his wand and with one last look at the man in chains, whispered a quick spell to put some clothes on the man, and then left the cellar to go back into his potions room and summon a meeting with the Order. He couldn't wait to help the poor wolf out of this misery, even if he hated the man with all his might.
Three days later, on the third floor in the manor, in the master bedroom (the room with a window facing the dark pond outside), the Dark Lord was pacing the room trying to figure out a way to make his prisoner talk. Apparently torture didn't work. Threatening the man's life didn't work either. He needed to find a way to get the information he needed out of Remus, but he couldn't think of anything that would work. The irritating wolf seemed to hold Potter's life above his own. Voldemort picked up a lamp and threw it on the floor, the shattering of porcelain filling the room. Why did everyone have to hold that boy's life above their own? he thought angrily.
He sat down on his bed and placed his aching head in his hands. Ever since he got his body back, he kept getting these massive head aches, and all of them were caused by the same person: Harry bloody Potter. The boy was too good at slipping through his grips and everyone who was helping the boy were too good at protecting him. No one wanted to give the boy's whereabouts, no matter what he did to them. He had killed many known Order members, trying to get information out of them, but still came up with nothing.
He got up and began to pace again. There had to be something that the wolf wanted that Voldemort could give him. Suddenly, the light bulb in his head turned on. I will give him power, he thought to himself. He must feel powerless against all the anti-werewolf laws that the ministry has. I'll give him power and rights. He'll be happy if he follows me. His mouth twisted into an evil smirk. He finally knew how to persuade the stubborn wolf to comply with his wishes. He left his room to look for Fenrir, they were going back to the cellar to try to get the information out of the pathetic wolf.
Remus had woken up the day after being healed, and he had to admit that he felt much better now that Snape had taken care of him. He was still bored and uncomfortable, but at least no one had bothered him for three days. His stomach growled loudly, filling the cellar with the noise and Remus grimaced. He hadn't had anything to eat since the day he had been captured. He really needed something to eat.
If only I could capture a scurrying rat or something, he thought as he peered around the room. If I can get some food, I might manage the strength to escape from this dungeon and save my friends the risk of attempting a rescue for me…Remus gave a sigh. It seemed that he was now more of a burden on the Order than a help. He then started to beat himself up for not being more alert that day. If he had been paying attention to his surroundings, maybe he wouldn't be in this situation, and he would be helping the Order get more werewolves on their side. He pulled on the chains for what seemed like the millionth time. He kept thinking that if he had more strength, he could break the chains that were holding him and he could attempt an escape. For the first time in his life, he found himself looking forward to his next transformation.
Remus looked down at the loose fitting shirt and jeans he was wearing. He was very grateful to Severus for putting them on him. He had woken up to warmth instead of the usual cold that he was used to and his heart instantly melted at the small show of kindness. Even though Remus had always had a deep respect for the potions master, he now respected the man even more.
Remus had just begun to whistle a tune out of boredom, when the door to the cellar opened and his two worst nightmares walked in. He stopped whistling as his heart began to pound, this was all getting unbearable. He wished they would either leave him alone or just kill him already. He wasn't going to reveal anything no matter what they did to him.
"Hello again," The Dark Lord said. Remus cringed. This was probably going to be a long night. "You're still not answering me? I thought you would have learned to answer me by now." He shook his head as if he was disappointed.
Remus merely shrugged and looked down at the floor. "I know that you came back to try to get information from me. I know that I won't ever give it to you. I also know that you will kill me for my defiance, so why try to obey every worthless order you give me?" Lupin cringed inside at his own words, he knew they would upset the Dark Lord, but he wanted to be left alone already.
The Dark Lord raised his nearly invisible eyebrows at the chained man. Never before had a prisoner just accepted death in order to keep information from him. He wasn't going to raise his wand at the werewolf today, he was going to try to appeal to the man's need to be accepted. He paced in front of his prisoner, trying to calm the little anger that rose up when the man defied him.
"I'm not going to hurt you today," he said softly. "I just want to talk." He smiled at Remus when the werewolf finally looked up at him. He then waved his wand to release the chains and let the wolf drop to the ground. "There, now you can be a little more comfortable while we talk." He summoned a table and a few chairs. He took a seat and motioned for the other two men to take a seat.
Remus walked over and sat down very hesitantly. He grew weary at the thought of just sitting around having a conversation with the Dark Lord. This couldn't be good at all. His stomach growled loudly again and Voldemort made some food appear on the table. With a nod, he indicated for Remus to go ahead and take some food and Remus dug right in. He didn't care about being rude or not. He was going to die anyway so he was going to do whatever he wanted.
The Dark Lord waited until Lupin had finished and was back in his seat. He was trying to stay calm and not start ordering Lupin around. He took a deep breathe and then release it. "Alright, now that your stomach won't be interrupting us, I want to start our negotiations." He looked at the werewolf and tried to smile again. He hated having to be nice, but this information was way too important and he needed to try everything in his power to get it out of this man.
"What can I offer you so that you will give me the whereabouts of the Order of the Phoenix?" He asked. He wanted to start there and see if the werewolf would cooperate.
Remus shook his head and then sighed. He knew they would try something like this. "You have nothing that I want, first of all." He said slowly. "And second of all, no matter what you do to me, I'm never going to give you that information. I will die for the Order, so you might as well kill me now and get it over with."
The Dark Lord raised his eyebrow. "Everyone has a price, just name yours." When the wolf still didn't answer, he sighed. "I think that I do have something you want, you just don't want to acknowledge it. I understand your pride. So let me make it easier for you." He leaned closer to Remus and stared into his eyes. "I can give you power, I can give you importance, I can give you rights. I can reverse everything that happened to you since you became a werewolf."
Remus stared back into Voldemort's eyes, his heart beating fast. It was all so very tempting, because he knew that the Dark Lord could provide all that and that was everything he wanted. But, he also knew that he didn't want to be known as a traitor, as the one who helped the Dark Lord defeat Harry Potter.
"I would rather die than to betray the Order," he said through clenched teeth.
Voldemort sat back. "Is that your final answer?" Remus nodded. Voldemort stood up with a sigh. "Then I give up for now." He then looked at Fenrir. "Do whatever you want with him." With that he left.
Fenrir looked at the confused Remus with a sadistic smile, he was going to have fun with this.
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A/N: Alright, hope you liked this one. Please review... Next Chapter will be all about Fenrir torturing Remus. Thanks for reading!
