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AN: I'm so sorry! My mind was on other things, and this chapter, as well as my other fanfics were on the other side of the abyss. But hey! I'm writing it now!
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Suddenly, a beam of light hit the floor and Lestrange's annoyingly high-pitched baby voice came to me. "Come to play!"
I whimpered and shrunk back against the wall, trying to encase myself in the sucking, endless darkness.
"Is Snapey scared?" Bellatrix shrieked in glee, still putting on her baby voice.
She moved closer and closer, her robes beginning to made a menacing hiss as they swept the floor behind her.
"Cruico!"
I screamed as the bolt of light hit me, my mind going out of my control, my body feeling like it was on fire. The dark fire crept further and and further inside me, until I could feel it licking my bones.
Suddenly, it stopped.
"Now tell me, Snape," Lestrange snarled, contempt laced into her voice, "where is the Order's base?"
I looked up at her, fighting the madness beginning to bubble inside of me. With equal contempt, I replied, "I wouldn't tell you even if I did know it."
The last few words were squeezed out of me, as the new favourite torture device of the Death Eaters emerged.
The lash broke down on me, again and again, slicing my skin until blood gushed out. I fell over, my blood-deprived legs and arms not able to support me any longer.
My body began to go limp and my sight began to dim. I heard a voice in my ear.
"It will all be over if you only tell me where the Order of the Phoenix's base is."
'It'll be over when I'm dead.' I thought.
"Never." I whispered, my body not strong enough to say any more.
The presence seemed to draw away with my consciousness.
The sound of shattered glass was heard next to me and a soothing liquid disinfected my wounds. "Wouldn't want you dead yet, now would we?" I heard Lestrange say, her voice between a hiss and a snarl.
The world around me came into focus as the cell door slammed. The empty grey walls brought little comfort as I let go of my consciousness and fell into the blissful, dark abyss.
…(on a slightly lighter note)Lily's POV…
We stumbled over the bricks surrounding the fireplace.
After we had composed ourselves, we looked up to Dumbledore, who was standing next to Fawkes, his companion, or 'spirit animal', as some people liked to call him.
"What is it, Dumbledore?" I asked.
"What does it say?" Sirius and James said simultaneously. They turned to each other, grinned childishly and high fived.
I looked at them, one eyebrow raised slightly.
A small smile seemed to grace Albus' lips before the old man was back. "I assume you know of our spy in Voldemort's flanks?"
I inwardly flinched before answering with the other two. "Yes."
"I also assume you never knew the spy's name, nor his other information?"
"Yes-" I answered, before the two boys looked at me, two large grins on their faces.
"What?"
They looked at Dumbledore before looking back at me. "It's a he."
I stopped for a second, before remembering our bet. I felt my face grow darker. "It could have been a lady."
The boy's victorious laughter rang around Dumbledore's study. They danced around me in a circle, all the time singing that they were right, they were right.
"The spy was discovered by Voldemort in the last few days."
We all froze.
"You mean," James gulped, "he's dead?"
"Our spy told me, prior his kidnap, that if he was discovered, he would not be killed straight away."
I turned green, and James moved closer to me, his Gryffindor protection instinct emerging.
"Who is it, may I ask?" James said in a strained voice.
Dumbledore looked at him, his eyes a dark, stormy blue. "Severus Snape."
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Thanks guys for reading this! Once again, I'm sorry for not posting this sooner, but I hope that this chapter was worth waiting for. Have a great day everyone!
By the way, I'm thinking of doing a 'choose your own adventure', where you are a spy against Voldemort. Any ideas would be welcome, and please also state a pen name/internet name, so that I can give a shoutout to you when I release the story.