Chapter 32: The Son Of The Serpent
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{"You're broken, so am I...I'm better off alone...No one to turn to and nothing to call my own...Outspoken, so am I...Explosive words that your world wouldn't understand...Turn away again...You're beaten, so am I...I've got a heart of stone...No medication can cure what has taken hold...You're hurting, so am I...When I awaken, remember why I've been running from your...World...Dishonored by your world...Your world...I'm haunted by your world..."}Haunted,Disturbed
Unknown Location, Unknown World...
White hot pain had been the only sensation Regulus could feel as he slowly drifted into the realm of consciousness. He had recalled being surrounded by masked figures draped in ebony robes with wands ready to cast a spell at the slightest twitch from him. It had been true here in this strange place despite the change of location the images remained the same. The distorted voice commanded the robed wizards and they acted stripping Regulus down to his boxer shorts as he found himself examined by them.
"He appears to be quite healthy." said one of his unwanted observers.
"Good." came the another voice before fading into the silence.
Regulus Snape had been dazed until a violent assault sought to invade his weakened mind and sift through his memories. Whomever it had been they were just as brutal as Severus Snape himself when invading his thought and they were sifting through his time with his father.
"So...he was your father." said the voice in the darkness. "It begs the question as to why you dare fight so hard to protect those that sought to cause him harm?"
The invasion concluded as new images entered his mind, this time of Severus Snape being tormented by a man that looked a lot like Harry Potter.
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The Grounds, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World...(1973)
Thirteen year old Severus Snape had been flung to the ground by a vicious four-way assault from the wands of the Marauders: James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin.
He struggled in vain as the magical lashes cut deeply into his pale flesh. His screams of anguish ignored as the four supposed Gryffindor students relished causing his suffering. Young Severus had been bullied for months by these same students and despite reports not a single one of the teachers ever did anything about it.
Not even The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.
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Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Regulus struggled against the images filling his mind as he felt his own rage ignite at the treatment his father suffered while being only a boy.
"Do you understand...that we are not you're enemy son of Severus Snape?" asked the voice in the darkness. "We are here to bring about justice to those that have wronged your father...and those that profited from his bloodshed."
Regulus felt his rage but his mind traveled back to Hermione Granger-Weasley and how his captors tried to harm her.
"Hermione, isn't one of the ones that hurt him." he said in a bitter tone. "She's practically obsessed with him and defending his memory."
He recalled when the witch struck him across the face in defense of Snape even to him.
"She is merely a casualty of war." replied The voice in the darkness. "If she continues to side with Potter than she will suffer the consequences."
Regulus felt the intrusion again only this time it was aimed at projecting an image. This time he pushed back and entered the mind of whomever it was that had taken him prisoner. The images were much different from what he had seen before.
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Unknown Location, Unknown World...
A six year old boy stood trembling as the rather tall and imposing form of death eater Igor Karkaroff stood before him. The cold stare from the so called "father" more biting than the bitter cold that seemed to lick rather ferociously at his thinly built bones.
The man known as Igor struck the boy causing his little jaw to break and continued to glare at him the moment a sniffle escaped him.
"You are weak." said Igor in a harsh tone.
Still trembling the boy did his best to appear brave despite the agonizing pain he was suffering from his broken jaw.
He did not know what he had done to make his father hate him so, but he seemed to understand that he couldn't help it.
"I-I'm s-sorry father." he tried unsure what Igor wanted of him.
Another blow drew blood from his tiny nose.
The boy did his best to keep from crying despite the injuries as Igor watched him like a hawk stalking it's prey.
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Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Regulus glared at the robed figures that surrounded him. He had not been clear as to whom had been the one projecting the images but it was all too obvious that whomever it was had not liked his little venture into their mind.
"So...you possess a similar gift." said the voice in the darkness. "I should have expected as much."
Regulus continued to struggle against the bindings that kept him at bay.
"I don't care who you are or what you been through...you have no right to take your frustrations out on Hermione, she didn't do anything to my father." he said defiantly.
A villainous chuckle came from the darkness before Regulus was hit with intense waves of pain.
"Do not presume to give me orders weakling." hissed the voice in his mind. "You are soft because you have an unrequited infatuation with the meddling Auror."
Regulus did his best not to react to the pain but it had been worse than the beating before he got to this strange place.
"Since you remain convinced that she cares so much for you...let us put that to the test then...son of Snape." said the voice in the darkness once more.
Before the raven haired wizard could utter a response, he was branded by a hot poker from a nearby fireplace.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled in agony.
The son of Severus Snape had barely a few moments to consider the charred flesh of his arm before the pain became too much and he lost consciousness once more.
"We'll be watching you." said the voice as everything faded around him. "Son of The Serpent."