"Hello… Potter," Snape said with a sneer. He then motioned above his head with two fingers and quickly Death Eater guards swarmed around the ship. Harry's heart sank. They had failed. Snape grabbed his arm hard and dragged him away from the the Ship as the Death Eaters attacked his friends. He looked back to see that both Ron and Neville had been knocked unconscious in their Death Eater suits and the others were being put in shackles.
The inside of the base was as cold and black as the outside with hints of green painted in various places. Snape pulled Harry unwillingly through without ever saying a word. Harry tried to conjure up words of protest but could find none. He thought of what might be happening to his friends right now and shuddered. And, anyway, he was likely being taken to Voldemort which is exactly what he wanted.
Finally after being dragged through many corridors he took an elevator down to large room that was adorned with giant statues of snakes. In the center of the room was a long black table, at the end of which sat an incredibly pale skinned and thin man. His face was snake like and he had red eyes that glowed. Harry was certain his eyes were tech. The closer Snape pulled him to the man the more grotesque he appeared. Neither of his arms were flesh any longer. In fact, it appeared to Harry that perhaps nothing but his head remained of his original form. Harry thought he could barely be said to be human.
Another man walked from the shadows up to them. He was short and had what Harry reasoned was once brown hair aside from a large bald patch. He had a cybernetic right hand and Harry realized this man must be Peter Pettigrew: the man who betrayed his parents.
"My lord, here is Potter," Snape said.
"Thank you, Severus," Voldemort said. "Please sit, Harry." Voldemort gestured to a chair. Harry shook his head.
"Oh come now, Harry. You are my guest and I am extending you some comfort before I kill you," Voldemort said.
"Somehow I don't find that comforting," Harry said. Harry still refused to sit. Snape grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him into a chair then went and sat in a chair opposite Harry.
"Now, Harry. Before I kill you I just want to know: how did you survive all those years ago?" Voldemort asked.
"I guess you just didn't have what it takes," Harry answered. Voldemort sneered at this. Harry didn't expect Voldemort would care for being told he didn't have what it takes to kill a baby. In any event, he didn't want Voldemort to know the truth. Not exactly.
"That's very amusing, Harry. Now what is the real reason?" Voldemort asked, his voice cold and raspy.
"Let's just say my mother protected me," Harry said. Harry noticed that Snape twitched at the mention of Harry's mother.
"I killed her. I killed your father too. And now I'm going to kill you as well!" Voldemort stood up and aimed his hand at Harry. It began to glow green and Harry could see that the energy it was storing up was about to be released when suddenly a blast hit him the chest, knocking him to the floor.
Harry watched as Snape stood over Voldemort, wearing the device on his hand he had with him during the attack on Hogwarts. Snape looked down on Voldemort with disgust.
"Traitor!" Voldemort yelled up at him and shot a blast in Snape's direction. Snape jumped to the side and the blast singed his robes. Snape then tried to charge up another blast but Voldemort's weapon was faster and Snape was again forced to dodge.
In the meantime, Harry decided to look for a weapon to help Snape. He didn't understand what sort of game Snape was playing at but if he was going against Voldemort it was in his best interest to help out.
As Harry went to search a table against a far well a hand grabbed him. It was Wormtail.
"Where are you going, boy?" Pettigrew asked.
"Let go of me!" Harry said and pulled his arm away.
Looking at Pettigrew in the darkness of the room, Harry thought he looked very sad. He wondered how this man could've betrayed his parents.
"Why did you do it?" Harry asked.
"Do what?" Pettigrew asked.
"Betray my parents!" Harry said.
"You don't understand! The Dark Lord gave me no choice!" Pettigrew.
"So you just let him kill them?" Harry asked.
"No! I never would have! James always said he could stop Voldemort and I believed him! I didn't know he would kill them I swear!" Pettigrew said, his voice shrill and desperate. He actually seemed to care what Harry thought. Harry had to admit I feel sorry for them.
"If you want to make up what you did help me kill Voldemort!" Harry said. "Find me a weapon!"
"Yes! I'll find you a weapon!" Pettigrew said and started to run off. But suddenly he saw Voldemort who had just fired a blast at Snape who had taken it hard, point a finger at Wormtail and sparks began to fly from Wormtail's cybernetic hand and his body convulsed and he screamed then fell to the ground, his hair singed from the electricity. He was dead.
Voldemort was approaching Snape's body on the ground, seemingly unmoving. But Harry saw Snape quickly pull his weaponized hand out from behind his back and blast Voldemort with a force so strong Harry could feel it where he stood.
"Potter. Come here!" Snape called out and Harry went over to him.
Harry could tell the Snape was in bad shape. He wasn't going to make it.
"I don't understand," Harry said. "Why did you do this?"
"I've been working as a spy for Dumbledore for years," Snape said. "I've been feeding him information."
"You murdered him!" Harry yelled.
"By his orders! He was dying and he wanted to ensure that Voldemort would trust me implicitly!" Snape said.
"Why did you torture my godfather for so many years?" Harry asked.
Snape grimaced and said, "He and your father were bullies."
"So he deserved to be tortured? They were kids when they bullied you!" Harry said.
Snape looked away, clearly refusing to acknowledge this point. Harry could see he was fading fast and he needed to ask one more thing.
"Sirius said you were obsessed with my mother. Is that true?" Harry asked.
"I loved Lily! I still do!" Snape said.
"He said you were friends but then something happened. What was it?" Harry asked.
"She didn't approve of the friends I was making," Snape answered and Harry knew he meant the Death Eaters. Harry wasn't sure what to believe. Snape didn't seem like a nice person at all. But Harry did admire his bravery. He reasoned that perhaps even terrible people do good things sometimes.
"Can I see your eyes?" Snape asked and Harry reluctantly agreed, staring down into Snape's eyes as the life slowly faded from them. Harry stood there for a moment then grabbed Snape's hand and removed the weapon and put it on his hand.
Harry turned around and was shocked to see Voldemort standing behind him, his mouth in a snarl.
