Darkly Treacherous
By: xxlostdreamerxz
Disclaimer: No, I do not own HP.
Chapter 10: Death Eaters
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Alex's golden eyes narrowed as he silently muttered a quick Disillusionment Charm and taped himself on the head with his wand. He mentally winced in disgust when he felt something akin to an egg trickling down from his head. As much as he hated this particular spell, he really had no other choice right now. A soft crunch of pebbles to his right made him turn his head sharply towards the noise - his chewed his lip nervously.Death Eaters
There was a whole group of them, around thirteen or so of them. From what he could remember from his father's meetings, most of these Death Eaters belonged in the Inner Circle.
Alex sighed.
Due to the fact that his father too paranoid for his own good, he had blatantly refused to tell any of his Death Eaters about Alex's existence. After all, Voldemort did believe that there was a leak somewhere in his inner circle. And as far as he was concerned, the longer Dumbledore was ignorant about 'Alex' the safer the boy would remain.
But then again, this did bring up a sort of problem...
...these Inner Circle Death Eaters would kill him off at sight.
"Nott, what is it?" asked a deep throaty voice, as the man raised his wand cautiously.
Nott held up his hand in silence as his eyes took in the surrounds carefully. "There is a boy here," he said slowly, after a few minutes of silence. "A Mudblood, to be exact."
At those words, the Death Eaters tensed up with excitement, like a wolf getting ready for the kill. Alex on the hand, obviously aware of the Death Eater's mounting excitement, licked his dry lips nervously and gulped.
"A Mudblood? This close to our Lord's hideout?" stated a slimy haired man, with a hook nose sarcastically. "Preposterous."
Nott's ebony black eyes darkened as he matched the man's glare. "Are you suggesting that I was lying Snape?" he hissed back furiously.
The man in question, Snape, raised an insolent eyebrow as he glazed calmly back at Nott's now purpling complexion. "Did I now," he said with a aristocratic drawl. "If I recall correctly, you managed to make that assumption all by yourself," he finished mockingly, his tone equally condescending.
Alex watched with fascination, as Nott's face turned brighter in sheer anger.
"Damn you," he spat, as he moved in until his face was inches away from the greasy man's. Without missing a beat, Nott's lips curled in threateningly as he bared his teeth. "You'll pay for this Snape," he spat, before turning on heel and walking away.
However, much to Alex's surprise and utter shock, in his fury Nott shot a 'reducto' curse towards the cliff - the exact same one Alex was currently hiding beneath.
'Oh shit.'
In a matter of second, Alex quickly weighed his choices. A) Stay still and pray that somehow no rocks would fall and smash him, or B) Conjure a shield and run. His golden brown eyes widened in shock when he saw a few rocks tumble down near and land with a loud 'thunk' merely a few inches away from him. He did the most sensible thing and shouted, "Protego!" and a bright red dome appeared over him, and ran like the wind.
The boulders crumbled into pieces as they came into contact with Alex's shield; however, this was by all means not a silent affair.
'Boom...'
'Crack...'
'Thunk...'
Alex cursed softly under his breath when he saw that the Death Eaters staring straight at him. Even though he had protected himself from being smashed into putty by the boulders, his shield had given away his position. Silently deciding, Alex canceled his Disillusionment Charm and faced the Death Eaters with a determined smirk. His father had always said that his fighting style was to Gryffindor for his liking. Alex shrugged oh well, it was too late to change things right now...
Nott's face lit up with a cruel grin. "Well, well, well...look what we have here." As the other Death Eaters followed in suit.
Alex gulped.
Severus Snape, resident potions master, and Death Eater-turned spy, was NOT having a good day. First of all, the headmaster - the barmy old coot, had decided for some weird reason that he was lonely of all things. Not to mention, the old coot had taken it upon himself to bring Severus some cheer and company- in other words, he had invited the entire Potter clan over to Hogwarts for the summer. If he hadn't known any better, he would swear that Dumbledore had quite a few loose screws in his head - company indeed! For the first time since he'd turned spy, Snape was actually happy to leave the confines of Hogwarts to attend a Death Eater meeting. As far as he was concerned, anything was better then spending time with the Potters.
It was absolutely disgusting.
Snape swallowed a sigh. Like Nott, he too had caught a glimpse of the dark-haired boy; however, being a spy and such Snape was determined to give the boy time to escape. However, the bloody boy just didn't seem to get it. He had legs for heaven's sake! Why didn't the brat just run and save him the trouble?
Nott's lips then twisted into a sickening smile. "A Mudblood like I said," he said smugly as he shot Snape a triumphed look.
Snape inclined his head lazily. "Your point being..." he drawled.
Nott exploded and raised his wand to attack Snape; however, Snape was faster. In one swift moment, the potions master raised his wand and slashed it downwards sending a hex towards his dark-haired opponent. Nott staggered backwards.
At that moment, Alex saw an opening and quickly applied his strongest shield over his flickering Protego. He ran and jumped behind a fallen boulder to his left, just missing the streams of spell flying over his head. Alex stuck his head out and swished his wand in a seven-movement and shouted, "ABRIEGO!"
A thick stream of silver blue light shot off in the direction of the Death Eaters, and managed to hit a brunette man who Alex didn't recognize. The jet of light began spreading across the brunette's body until a small ice crystal surrounded it, causing the man to freeze.
The Death Eaters bristled slightly, as they renewed their attacks with vigor.
Alex watched as the boulder he was hiding behind start to crack it was hit, spell by spell. Preparing himself for the worst, Alex leapt out from behind the rock and yelled, "STUPEFY!"
He missed.
Spell after spell came towards him, as his shield absorbed most of them; however, there were quite a few spells that he had to dodge. Alex traded curses with the Death Eaters, successfully knocking out three more of them - including on, Lucius Malfoy.
Alex's eyes flickered nervously. The Death Eaters had surrounded him in a circle and were currently shooting spell after spell at him. He gulped fearfully. It would only be a matter of time before he would be hit.
"Crucio, on three!" ordered a dark haired man with cold silver eyes, as he watched the battle from the sidelines.
The Death Eaters responded to the order instantly.
Alex didn't even have time to blink before a set of eight curses blasted towards him from all directions. 'God, I'm doomed,' he thought, before he was hit straight on.
Red hot knives slashed through every inch of his skin. Alex bit his lip to hold in his scream; however, within a few seconds he burst on screaming. It felt like he was being burned alive, cut up, and tortured. He wanted to die, right then and there...anything to stop the pain.
It went on like that for another few minutes, before he was finally released. In truth, Alex had only been under the curse for around three minutes; however, to him...it felt like a lifetime.
Alex spat out some blood, as he tried shakily to get back on his feet, much to the surprise of the Death Eaters.
Nott frowned as he watched the dark-haired child pull himself to his feet. It was abnormal. None of his victims had ever managed to stand or move for quite some time after being under the curse for more then a minute or so.
"Leave me alone," said Alex in a hoarse voice. "I'm not Muggleborn."
The silver eyed Death Eater stared unblinkingly at Alex. "Which family do you belong to then, boy?"
"I..."
Alex's mind suddenly went blank as the consequences suddenly flooded his mind. It would be dangerous for him to give his family name, for it would then link Voldemort to him. After all, it was a well known fact at least among Death Eaters that Voldemort descended the Mortimer line. Nevertheless, was he betraying his father's trust by telling the Death Eaters the truth?
"I..."
Nott interrupted Alex's train of thought. "Forget it, Kelnos. The boy is lying," he said coldly.
The silver eyed man, Kelnos glazed steadily back at Nott causing the later to shiver slightly in fear. Kelnos stared at Alex for a moment with a calculating expression on his face, before shrugging and turning on heel. "Very well...do as you wish."
Snape blinked at Kelnos's sudden retreat. As far as he knew it, the man never gave in to anyone's demands save for the Dark Lord's...its was quite strange for him to act so subservient.
"Well boy, any last words?" hissed Nott, with a twisted grin upon his face, as he raised his wand slowly. The tip of his wand began to glow a sickening green...
Alex watched entranced as he watched the magic build up slowly. He didn't know what was wrong with him - whether it may simply be from an overdose of 'Crucio,' jumbling up his nerves or the splitting headache that seemed to be tearing his head in two. For whatever cause it may be, Alex didn't move.
"In that case, AVADA KEDA..."
"STOP," ordered Snape, causing the former to stop mid-curse.
Nott shot Snape a death glare, "...explain yourself, Snape," he sneered as his eyes darkened with hate. "Turning soft now are we?" he taunted, "Afraid of killing a Mudblood?"
Snape frowned. "Don't be a fool, Nott," he said sharply. "Unless you've somehow forgotten, it is our duty to bring any spy straight to the Dark Lord. We cannot kill off the boy now without facing the consequences."
There was a long moment of silence as Nott weighed his choices.
The dark man scowled darkly before bowing his head in agreement. "Very well," he said tensely, as he turned away from Snape and gave Alex a good hard kick in the stomach. "Bind the boy and revive the fallen."
Alex fell to his knees and clutched his stomach in pain. Damn it, his entire body was so sore...
He looked up suddenly when he heard footsteps to his right. It was the slimy haired man, Snape. Alex shot a half-hearted glare towards the Death Eater and struggled to bring himself to his feet. He refused to bow to no one - not even his father.
Alex tilted his chin defiantly, and his golden brown eyes met Snape's beetle black ones.
Suddenly an image appeared in his mind and Alex frowned.
'Legilimens.'
It showed an image of Snape brandishing a set of normal ropes from his wand and wrapping them loosely about Alex. Then the image zoomed in and focused on the wand that was still in Alex's hand...
Alex blinked and shot Snape a thankful smile. It seems as if he still had hope.
"Finished yet Snape?"
Snape nodded and just like in the image, he shot out a set of ropes from his wand that wrapped themselves loosely about Alex. From an outsider's perspective, the ropes tied Alex up like a turkey; however, in truth it actually allowed Alex certain...mobility, in other words - the use of his wand arm.
The dark haired lad's smile grew, as he gave his wand arm a twist.
Now, it was only a matter of time before he would escape.