A/N: Trigger warning - torture. As requested by Nocturnus

Severus Snape stood like a dark sentinel, wand drawn, over the paralysed body of Ronald Bilius,(he had seen in the man's mind that he was no longer a Weasley since Molly had disowned him) who lay on his sitting room floor under The Full Body-Bind Curse. He saw the abject terror in Bilius' blue eyes and a delicious feeling of vengeful power coursed through his veins. It had been so long since Severus had allowed his darker side to take over, and it reminded him of what drew his passion to the Dark Arts to begin with. This time however, he had legitimate reason to use that knowledge to his fullest advantage.

Wizarding Law was clearly on his side. The imbecile had chosen not only to break into his home, but had also sought to kill the woman he loved and do harm to her child- a child he knew he would willingly welcome as his own if given the opportunity one day.

Bilius, had threatened all that, and now he was going to pay, not by death, as he had promised both Hermione and Harry he would not cross that line and end up in Azkaban, or worse, shatter his own soul further than it already was.

There were other ways to seek retribution, and Severus knew by the end, Bilius would be begging him for death.

A death he would not grant.

As Severus circled the immobilised wizard, a predatory glint in his dark grey eyes, Lucius Malfoy took out his wand and began casting silencing spells around the small home. He knew that most of the other dwellings on Spinner's End were abandoned, but he was not willing to take any chances. Being friends with the Potions Master for thirty one years gave him insight into what the man was planning.

"Severus, just remember the simpleton is not worth incarceration in Azkaban," Lucius said dryly as he tucked his wand back into his ebony cane. He sat down in the wingback chair by the fire in order to have a good view of the nitwit's destruction.

He also wanted to make sure he witnessed everything in case he needed to give testimony and memories for any trial that may occur as a result, whether it be Severus' or the former Weasley's.

"Do not concern yourself with trivialities Lucius," Severus said as he finally came to rest in front of the younger wizard whose eyes were locked onto his own, with stricken terror. "Death is too good for this prick," he hissed as he lowered his wand and quickly slashed his other hand through the air, powerful magic emanating from the silent movement.

Ron, his insides trembling with the stark knowledge of cruelty, prayed for blessed unconsciousness. A smirk of deadly sharpness from his old teacher, the Death Eater, made his stomach clench tightly with fear. Blackness swirled delectably at the edge of his consciousness, but was so very far out of reach.

"Ennervate," the silken tones purred maliciously just as Ron was immediately lifted from the ground and flying backward to collide painfully with the wall behind him, his bones making a sickening crunching noise on impact.

Lucius winced slightly before summoning the Firewhiskey and a glass.

He would probably have to replace Severus' bottle before the night was through, but the show would be worth it. It had been a long time since he'd had such entertainment, he may as well enjoy it.

It wasn't as if the twit didn't deserve it.

Severus glided towards the foolish boy. With a touch of his wand to Ron's temple, he once more purred, "Ennervate."

Ron hung suspended, spread eagle against the wall. It felt as if invisible iron bands had shackled him in place. He had never seen such magic before and suddenly realised what a mistake it might have been to hunt down Hermione and Snape.

He wanted to desperately plead his case, but being shackled by invisible forces coupled with The Full Body-Bind Curse made him totally incapacitated. The only thing he could move were his eyes, which he now turned toward the Potions Master with all the pleading and remorse he could muster under the circumstances. The instant his blue eyes met the older wizard's dark foreboding gaze; he knew he stood no chance. Gripping terror unlike anything he felt since facing Voldemort, seeped into his aching body.

Severus walked slowly up to the younger wizard until they were once again nose to nose; Ron could feel his hot breath on his face. Severus stood there for so long, his deep grey eyes almost obsidian, boring into his own with such an intense hatred, he wished the git would simply kill him already. His heart was hammering against his chest so hard, he felt it was going to explode.

Why the hell wasn't he doing anything?

In that instant, Ron wished he had taken the thought back because suddenly Severus spoke. His quiet words striking fear into the deepest regions of his mind.

"You never deserved her," Severus' proclamation was like a liquid Avada Kedavra. "I never understood why she chained herself to an imbecile like you. But then I realised that as much as Hermione desired to believe the best in people, she also did not believe that of herself. You were her punishment for her shortcomings," Severus hissed as he came even closer to the bound wizard. Severus tilted his head so that his words came out as a cold shudder against the former Weasley's ears. "You think I do not know an abused woman when I see one? My mother was abused and raped by my entire childhood. It took me a while to see through Hermione's well practised Glamours, but once I saw, I knew. You have neglected, beaten and violated a woman who was devoted to you, heart, body and mind. You put all the blame on the death of your son on Hermione knowing full well that Dragon Pox, especially in one so young, is often lethal and quick. Even the healers at St Mungo's said the child never had a chance. You would not listen to that however, because using your wife as a murderer was too good of an excuse to go out and fill your bed with any willing witch time and again, wasn't it?" Severus snarled with disgust, as he slid his wand up Ron's chest like a blunt knife until it lodged against the younger man's throat.

"Meanwhile, your wife slowly sank into self loathing and despair as doubt and loneliness tore at her very soul. But that just was not enough for you was it? You had to punish your daughter as well simply because she was born a Squib, something she had no control over. I thought you of all people would understand what prejudice and bias have done to our world. You fought in the war and were part of the blessed Golden Trio. Did that mean nothing to you? It is obvious you are far more stupid that I ever imagined. How you are Molly Weasley's son, I have no idea..." he pulled back and his smile was completely without warmth. "Ah, but then again, you are no longer a Weasley are you…Mr. Billius," Severus mocked as a malicious sneer spread over his face.

Ron's breathing hitched in anger at Severus' words, but still he could do nothing more than glare at the man in front of him.

Severus dug his his wand deeper into the younger man's throat, his dark eyes narrowing into black slits as his voice dropped into a deadly whisper.

"You are about to find out what the true meaning of the word rape is Mr. Bilius. I do not have to touch your body to violate you. You will learn what remorse is, or lose your mind trying."

Severus stepped back so quickly, his robes snapped around him in a fury of black. Drawing all his magic to him, he emitted a low growl as he raised his wand and pointed it directly at the bastard that had destroyed the lives of the two people he held most dear. The deep grey of his irises all but disappeared as he unleashed his full fury at last.

"Legilimens!"

Ron's eyes dilated in horror and rolled to the back of his sockets, as the world around him exploded.

Severus slammed full force into his mind and tore through it like a massive tidal wave. Image after image swam across Ron's vision as Severus pummelled his way deeper and deeper into his memories, tearing down every wall along the 's body started to shake of its own volition as he was forced to relive all his deepest failures as a husband, father, son and friend.

Ron refusing to acknowledge Rose year after year-

Hermione begging him not to leave her time and again-

Ron taking his wife against her will, choosing to enter her without arousal knowing it would hurt her more-

Ron holding his dead son Hugo against his chest and wishing it were Rose that had died in his place-

Ron blaming Hermione repeatedly that she had killed Hugo even though he knew it wasn't true-

Ron striking Hermione so hard she lay crumpled against the wall after he had found out she had been writing Severus Snape again-

Ron telling Harry their friendship was over after he had decided to name one of his twins after the greasy git-

Ron clutching his mother's arm so hard he had left a bruise after she had disowned him for what he had done to Hermione and Rose-

Ron taking pleasure night after night with any beautiful witch he could ensnare to forget the pain of his hateful wife, dead son and Squib daughter-

Setting Hermione's home on fire-

Striking the bitch down with Sectumsempra-

The images came faster and faster as Severus tore through Ron's memories, repeatedly using his own horrific actions as a bludger to the younger man's mind.

A sickening green glow swirled around the Potions Master as sweat rolled off his brow and dripped from his hooked nose. His breathing was ragged and his wand shook as he used all his magic and energy to demolish Bilius' mind, forcing him to relive every atrocity he had ever committed over the years.

Lucius set down his drink, concern furrowing his brow. He had seen Severus do this many times before as a Death Eater when ordered by The Dark Lord to retrieve information from prisoners and Muggles alike. He knew it was something his friend detested doing, but working for a madman left him no choice.

This time however, Severus did have a choice, and he could clearly see that in his anger, Severus was rapidly losing control.

Lucius glanced over at the former Weasley and saw trickles of blood streaming down his eyes, nose and ears. His eyes were rolled behind his head and his body was convulsing violently even through The Full Body-Bind Curse. He knew if he did not stop Severus now, the boy would be dead within minutes.

"Severus, it is enough. Let the boy go," Lucius said quietly.

Severus not hearing, or not caring, continued his assault as if Lucius never spoke.

Knowing his friend was far too gone; he released his wand from its ebony cane and pointed it at his best friend, hoping he would not be hexed too badly for this.

"Expelliarmus!"

Severus's wand immediately flew into Lucius' hand and all contact between the former Weasley and the Potions Master was broken. The younger wizard was still bound to the wall, but his eyes were closed and trails of blood dripped from his face and trickled in rivulets down his body to the floor.

"Lucius, what the hell," Severus snarled as he threw himself upon his friend and slammed him against the wall. "What the bloody hell were you thinking?" he spat viciously.

Lucius' light grey eyes at first registered shock as he hit the wall, but immediately narrowed in anger as he gripped Severus' shoulders and flung him back with such force; the spent Potions Master stumbled across the coffee table and hit the floor hard. Lucius quickly stood over him, Severus' wand in one hand, and his own pointed at his friend's chest. He hated to do it, but if he could not make Severus see reason, he knew he would have to stun him.

"Do not make me do this old friend. You have done enough. I am quite sure that Mr. Bilius has seen the error of his ways, and if not, that is what Azkaban is for. If you go any further Severus, the boy will be dead. Look at him," Lucius said nodding toward the unconscious form still shackled magically to the wall.

Severus turned his bloodshot eyes toward the bleeding wizard and realised just how far his anger had pushed him. He closed his eyes and held his throbbing head in his hands. It was like a nightmare that had spiralled out of control. The more memories he had uncovered the angrier he had become. Ronald Bilius had done far more to Hermione and Rose then he had ever suspected. The more he discovered the more he had wanted to make the wizard pay for all the pain he had caused to those around him.

Yes, he had wanted to kill him.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see familiar grey eyes meeting his own. There was no anger or irritation in them, just simple understanding.

"I would have done the same thing had this occurred to those I love. I do not fault you my friend. I just do not want to see you behind bars when it is that half-wit who should be the one seeing the inside of a cell, and mark my words Severus, he will," Lucius said as he handed Severus back his wand.

Severus nodded as he took the wand, and tucked it into his sleeve. "Thank you Lucius."

The two men regarded each other for a moment, thirty one years of mutual understanding passing between them before Lucius stood up and offered the exhausted Potions Master a hand. He knew how draining Legilimency was, especially with the level Severus had been using. It would be days before he fully recovered.

Severus took his hand and stood up, but a wave of dizziness hit him, and he stumbled, grasping the back of his wingback chair for support. He closed his eyes and waited for the room to stop spinning before he pulled out his wand.

Lucius stepped forward and grabbed his arm. "Severus, you need to sit down and rest. Actually lying down would be most preferable, but I know how stubborn you are. I am going to Floo call Potter to come with the Aurors to collect Bilius. You have all the evidence you need to convict him. Let the proper authorities handle it now."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose trying to get his vision back into focus. "You may Floo call Harry after I do one more thing."

"Severus, no. Whatever it is, let me do it. Your magic is weakened because of the extent of the Legilimency performed. Besides, I have hardly had any fun tonight. Why is it fair for you to have all the glory," Lucius intoned with mock indignation. He would do anything at this point to get his friend to sit down. He was looking paler by the minute.

Severus, finally getting his dizziness under control, turned to face the older wizard. Lucius was shocked to note an almost pleading in the deep grey of his eyes. "Lucius, you have not seen the horrors he inflicted upon Hermione for almost seven years. You have also not seen the hate and loathing he made his daughter endure. I know better than anyone what it is like to have a father wish you had never existed. I never want him to make any child feel like that again. I need to do this one last thing. It is personal. Please understand."

Lucius stared at his friend's pale face and shaking hands, sweat dotting his brow, and knew he was not going to last much longer. He should have said no and taken his wand. At this point, he knew he would not have much problem subduing the younger wizard considering how he was on the verge of collapse, but something deep inside him resonated. This was a man hell bent on protecting those closest to him, and he would be a fool to try and stop him. He remembered only too well how helpless he had felt over Draco and Narcissa during the war knowing he could do nothing to protect them. Was it any wonder that his wife had left him shortly afterwards?

Lucius lowered his hand and let go of the Potions Master nodding.

"Make it quick Severus. I am Floo calling Potter in one minute and not a second less."

Severus gave Lucius a curt nod of understanding before making his way to the younger wizard still bound magically against the wall.

Flashes of the incidents he had seen in Bilius' mind fanned his anger into an inferno. Dizziness once again threatened to sweep him away, but he needed to do this before it overcame him. Raising his wand, he pointed it straight at the desired location.

"Never again Ronald Bilius will you take another woman against her will or create a child only to make them feel unwanted or unloved. I will be damned to hell before you procreate again- Permanens Castrati!"

In one sweep, Ronald Bilius, Formerly known as Ronald Bilius Weasley collapsed on the ground, all magical bonds released, castrated.

Severus fell to his knees, the last of his magic spent. Darkness played around the edges of his vision as he heard the anxious voices of Harry Potter and Lucius Malfoy sweep into the room. Slowly, he buckled to the ground, his wand slipping from his grip and rolling onto the wooden floor.

"Hermione."

It was but a whisper that escaped his lips, before blissful darkness finally surrounded and claimed him.

Author: Master Severus Snape