So here I am…..again…on a Friday night….doing nothing….but giving you the next chapter….while my muses….are at a party. God I need a life.
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Every Day is a Struggle
The body crashed to the ground with a satisfying thud as Voldemort lowered his wand.
"I must ask My Lord, have you ever heard of the expression of not killing the messenger?" Voldemort snarled at the werewolf.
"Enough Greyback, I am not in the mood for your jests. I must see for myself if the report it true. I must see the memories." Voldemort rose from his throne and drew his robes around him. As he swept out of the doors with his constant entourage the body was set afire by one of his many slaves.
Voldemort swept through the halls of Riddle Mansion with a glower. He could not believe it. He would not believe it until he saw the evidence right in front of him. Severus, his most trusted member, a traitor? This could not be. The red eyes searched for the black door and he turned suddenly when he found it. The door blew open before him and the wizards and witches hovering around the pensive drew back in fear.
"Where are the memories? I want to see them." A middle age wizard stepped forward and his voice was quivering as he spoke.
"My Lord, they are in the pensive at the moment. An expert on faked memories is examining them at the moment but once he is done they are at your full disposal." Voldemort snarled at the wizard, who drew back fearfully. Voldemort sat in a chair and crossed his arms, determined to wait.
Not two minutes later he was woken from his angry thoughts when a buzzing noise came from the pensive. A wizard in his mid-twenties flashed back from the pensive with a frown on his face.
"They seem to be genuine. I cannot find a whole in any of the memories at all and there are no signs of tampering." Voldemort stood and pushed the wizard back. He touched the liquid with his wand and was pulled into the pensive.
Voldemort looked around and was surprised to see that he was in Bellatrix's office from when she was Headmistress. Jack Riley was sitting in a chair across from the desk and both he and Bellatrix were staring intently at a purple spider. Bellatrix was grinning maniacally at Riley, who looked very satisfied.
"Very good Riley, you will be rewarded for your efforts. We have finally caught Severus and William in the act. You are dismissed."
Riley rose and started to leave when he turned.
"Why did Snape call William Harry Potter?" Voldemort growled as he heard the name. The boy would pay as well.
"I have no idea Riley, just probably some sick role playing they have."
Voldemort felt the familiar rush as he was transported to another memory.
A dark figure in the fire place caught Voldemort's attention. Jack Riley was talking intently to the face in the fire and he seemed to be quite upset.
"What do you mean framed? Framed for what?" The unrecognizable male voice replied.
"You have been framed for Bellatrix's death. They used the same killing style as you to frame you. I suggest you run." The head pulled out of the fire and Riley hit the wall with a curse.
"Damn you Severus. I don't know how you did it but I know it was you. I will find you and I will kill you."
Voldemort was suddenly pulled into another memory and his feet hit the ground with a solid thud.
Jack Riley sat on top of a young squirming boy with a smirk on his face.
"William, stop moving and this will hurt a lot less." Voldemort curiously drew closer and smiled to himself at the sight. Harry Potter was tied up to the bed with lines carved up and down his body and blood was everywhere. Suddenly the door flew open and an enraged Severus Snape flew in.
"Riley, don't touch him!" Voldemort watched with rage as Severus quickly dispatched one of Voldemort's own servants.
As Riley died the memory ended and Voldemort was pushed back into reality. Voldemort was radiating power in his rage as he turned to his followers.
"Get your wands ready and prepare for battle. I have some business to attend to." Voldemort's people rushed out of the room and Voldemort was left in peace. He would finally be able to capture Harry Potter. He had been searching for the damn boy for years. It had been a mistake to let him go, not that he had known that at the time. He had not heard of the prophecy until a year later.
Neither can live while the other survives
Once he found the Potter boy he would enslave him and use him until the boy broke. Then he would kill him. It was quite simple.
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Harry sat in Severus lap with a sigh. An arm snaked around his waist as a kiss was pressed to his forehead.
"Tough day?" Harry nodded and snuggled deeper into the warmth.
"Yes, school was awful. I swear the teachers get crazier every day." There was a low chuckle and Harry smiled.
"I'm sure it will get bett-" There was a loud knock on the door and Severus frowned. With a sigh Harry clambered off his lap and kissed his cheek.
"I'll be in the bed room if you need me." Severus nodded and walked over to the door. He made sure he had his wand in his back pocket and opened the door. Voldemort smiled at him as Severus backed up suddenly.
"My Lord?" Voldemort strode in, followed by seven other members of the Deatheaters.
"Severus, did you really think you could hide him from me?" Severus paled and his hand inched for his wand.
"Hide whom my Lord? I would never hide anything from you." Voldemort chuckled and circled Severus.
"Not even a certain raven haired youth? Hmmm?" Severus' eyes flickered around the room, trying to find and escape route for him and Harry.
"I never thought you would be a traitor Severus. But I guess love can do strange things." Voldemort spat the word love at Severus, who flinched.
"It really doesn't matter though. I will capture you both and have my way in the end. You will be slowly tortured to death and Harry? Well Harry will become my slave until I break him. And then I will kill him." Severus' vision turned red and he lunged at Voldemort. Voldemort didn't even flinch. Instead he raised his wand and a red light flashed out of it. Severus fell to the ground mid leap, bound with green ties. A door flung open and a concerned Harry Potter ran out of the bed room.
"Severus are you okay I thought I heard-" Harry stopped cold as he took in the scene. The other Deatheaters smiled at him with their masks and the pair of red eyes turned to him.
"Ah Harry, so nice of you to join us. I assume you remember me?" Harry nodded and his eyes flickered over to Severus, whose eyes were begging him to run.
"Good, good. Now I have learned some interesting news. Seems your lover has turned traitor."
"Husband." Voldemort cocked his head and stared at Harry.
"What?"
"He is my husband." Voldemort smiled at him and flicked his wand. Harry was tied up before he could even pull out his wand.
"It is of no matter. But as it looks like my business is finished here it is time for me to go. Avery, take the traitor with you and I will deal with him later. Right now I have some papers to change." Voldemort gave Harry a meaningful look that made his blood run cold. Harry looked at Severus was true fear in his eyes.
"Sev…." Severus struggled to reach out to him as Severus was roughly grabbed by a hooded figure.
"Harry!" Harry was grabbed as he attempted to run to Severus.
"Severus!" Harry felt the familiar pull of aparation and the last thing he saw was Severus' horrified face as he was whisked away.
This is what you get when you leave me alone without my muses for an extended period of time. Depression. Ah well, they should be home soon. I hope. Well I hope you like this chapter and just a warning the next one might not be so happy either. So Read and respond.
