Violent tendencies
Once again the room in Grimmauld place had filled with people. Dumbledore was now among them and was trying to silence the arguing aurors.
"Members of the Order, This is a most pressing matter." Dumbledore' s once calm voice was now frantic to find words. Every head turned, silence.
"It seems that Voldemort knows something and it is worrying young Harry. As it should worry you all." His eyes were stern.
"Now," He paused, looking around the room. "a meeting with Voldemort has just ended and we are inclined to some news." As he mentioned this, Severus Snape stepped once more out of the hallway. Something was different. Moody noticed it straight off. Some of his collected swagger was gone. He was awkwardly holding his wrist in place as he walked over to the crowd.
"He is getting more and more suspicious. I'm not sure he knows if I am the spy or not but he absolutely suspects one of the ranks." Are they worried? Or furious? Moody for one, was just annoying, He thought. His eyes drifted around the room quickly.
"Snape, " Moody' s raspy voice penetrated the brief silence. Severus looked up in annoyance.
"What happened to your wrist," His voice was full of aggression and rage.
Dumbledore took note at this. He knew something between them was about to happen. It always did.
"I'll ask again." He was more agitated than ever.
"I don't feel inclined to tell you one such as yourself, Moody," He said with an acidic tone.
"Well, I think we can take that as 'withholding information from the Order,' can't we." Moody was deciding where to hit him next. Snape' s eyes burned with rage at his comment.
"I have told you all I can that is help to the Order. I have no more information for you Moody."
"Hmhh, I highly doubt that, Death Eater scum, I can't even fathom why Dumbledore keeps you ar--" Moody said under his breath but loud enough for everyone to hear it.
"Alastor!" Dumbledore said loudly.
Moody turned sharply towards the old man.
"Albus, you cannot actually believe that you think he's told us everything!" Moody' s voice was raising.
"I do believe it Alastor. Is there any way I can get you to believe it, as well as any other people who doubt? " He replied.
"Interrogation!" one Auror yelped.
"Yes, interrogation would suffice." Moody stated. He had also heard the word 'Veritaserum' come into play as well. A devilish smile started at the corners of Moody' s mouth.
"With veritaserum no doubt." He almost whispered.
"Alastor I will have no such thing." Dumbledore was becoming angry.
"No, Headmaster, I think that if that is what they want," Severus paused to look around at those who doubted him, "They are inclined to it."
"Severus you cannot be serious." Dumbledore spoke with concern now. Moody was stunned at his 'cooperation.'
"I have nothing to hide Headmaster." He said with immeasurable confidence.
"Now, would you like some veritaserum from my stores then Moody?" His tongue was as sharp as a dagger. Moody hated it.
"you better watch that sharp tongue of yours Snape, wouldn't want you to get cut." Moody replied, tipping a small vial of clear liquid into a goblet.
Snape glared at the Ex-Auror for a moment before stealing the goblet away. He downed the contents in a single motion. God He hated the taste of Veritaserum.
"Restrain him," Moody called, two aurors pushing him to a seat and shooting a series of magical bonds out of their wands. Severus was restrained in the chair unable to move in the magical ropes.
"Now, answer every question truthfully." Moody spat. Severus thought him more an idiot now than ever. The question what redundant. Of course he would answer truthfully, he was now under the influence of the veritaserum.
"Is your name Severus Tobias Snape?" Moody questioned. Severus cringed at the name, not his own but the other.
"Yes." He answered dully
"Did you really return from a Death Eater's meeting?"
"Yess." He hissed. All of the eyes were on him and Moody now.
Dumbledore was dumbstruck. How could Moody be so tempted to do such a thing.
"Now," He paused, "What happened to this wrist," He spat, gripping Severus' right wrist and tightening his reign on it. Severus remained silent, wincing back the terrible pain, biting his lip. He could not keep quiet for much longer. Moody rolled up the sleeve slightly and twisted the wrist slightly, but enough to cause immeasurable pain.
"Tell me, or I will continue," He stopped.
"Tchh, I guess I have no choice," he spat back, fighting the veritaserum almost valiantly to protect his dignity.
"The Dark Lord," He started,
"Violence towards those who displease him is his tendency," He paused and Moody could tell he was not done.
"Why your wrist then?" He did not loose his temper.
"Please Moody, even your brain isn't small enough to not realize that potion making is an art. And that I, in fact, am a very proud person when it comes to my hands when making them. He likes to use what you love to cause you pain," He regretted being forced to talk.
"How long have you been coming back with these injuries?" He could tell Moody was enjoying hearing this information.
"About a month, or two." He said against his will.
Moody looked furious. Tightening his grip on Severus' broken wrist.
"You see Albus, I told you he was holding back information from us! The filthy Death Eater!" Moody was yelling now.
"Alastor, I demand you to free him, now!" Dumbledore was furious.
Moody scoffed at Snape and released him from his bindings, he proceded to walk back to his spot on the wall by Tonks. Severus began to stand and leave through the same hall but was stopped by Dumbledore' s voice.
"And as for you," Snape turned slowly, averting his eyes from everyone. "you will return to Hogwarts immediately for your injury. We will talk about other things after that wrist heals." He said with what could only be care.
Snape nodded shamefully and left the room.
