Chapter 60: The Hopelessness Of Conviction

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{"You try to string me up...You can never get the best of me...But I think I'll like you better...When you get what you deserve...Give it some time to sink in...Just give me some time to figure it out...Just give me some time to think here...Just give it some time...And you'll get what you deserve...You'll get what you deserve, you'll get what you deserve...You'll get what you deserve, you'll get what's coming...You'll get what you deserve, you'll get what you deserve...You'll get what you deserve, you'll get what's coming...You'll get what's coming..."}What You Deserve, Theory Of A Deadman

Unknown Cell, Azkaban Prison, Outskirts Of The Wizarding And Muggle Worlds...

High walls of solitary grey surrounded the new arrival Regulus Snape as he found himself tossed into a cold cell in the middle of nowhere. He had heard stories about Azkaban Prison but never in his nightmares had he imagined ever having to inhabit a place as dreary and soul crushing as this wretched place.

Glaring into the emptiness of his chosen cell the son of Severus Snape tried to make sense of his predicament. Harry Potter had managed to get him thrown in Azkaban of all places.

The raven haired wizard had not how long he'd been in this place as time seemed to crawl without end here. There were no sun rises nor sun sets, only the vast gray void that surrounded them all. Ensnaring them all in it's misery invoking mists.

Hermione had not believed him when he told her he had not hurt her husband. The damning footage of him storming the ministry of magic offices had been what tipped the scales in Harry Potter's oppressive favor.

"How the hell could she believe that I would...?" began Regulus trying his best to understand her confusion.

Judging by the way his facial hair had begun to sprout along his grim looking face,he guessed he'd been in his new place for a week before his rage subsided enough for him to have a rational thought outside of beating the life out of Harry James Potter.

The little imp had saw to it that the judge ruled in favor of him remaining in Azkaban for the rest of his life pinning the SBD's destruction wave on him as well as the murders of Kingsley Shacklebolt and Hermione Granger's war hero husband Ron Weasley.

The American raised wizard found out first hand just how much his being a Snape worked against him at the court proceedings. They didn't hesitate in the least to find him guilty of a crime he never committed.

Worst had not been the utter humiliation nor the bias hatred, but Hermione's out right rejection of him.

It hurt worse than the beating he got at the hands of the Aurors before, during and after his rather rushed hearing. They seemed to all have little doubt in his involvement with the strange group terrorizing the Wizarding World.

"FUCK!...FUCK!" shouted the enraged Regulus as he attempted to get to his feet. "FUCKING LYING LITTLE SHIT!"

Growled the enraged wizard as he found himself beating his fists against the cold stone wall. He had forgotten for a moment how painful the most recent round of welcoming had been when they chained him up to do the honors and winced once the agony of his foolish act hit him full on.

"DAMN IT!" he hissed crumbling to the stone floor with his back against the wall clutching his injured hand. "How the hell could this happen?"

For the first time in his life, Regulus Snape knew what if meant to be without hope and even worse without a single ally. The poor lad had a difficult time with isolation in his childhood and now here he was sentenced to remain in Azkaban for crimes against the wizarding world.

Azkaban.

The very prison that his father had endured when he was but a small boy.

The place that ate away at even the most capable of witches and wizards with or without the patrolling swarms of dementors.

And it was all because of Harry fucking Potter.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Elsewhere...

Strong footsteps made their way through a maze of tunnels and darkened corridors until a low level messenger found himself approaching the cloaked dark wizard known to all as Arcturus. The robed messenger bowed in respect to the wizard as he marveled at how the leader of the Serpent Brother's Of Destruction's plans had come to fruition in terms of the son of the fallen Headmaster of Hogwarts, Severus Snape.

"Everything has gone according to your plans Lord Prince." said the messenger momentarily forgetting his place as he noted the swift shift in the cloaked dark wizard's movements as he rammed him into a nearby wall.

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE MY NAME!?" hissed Arcturus in fury.

"N-No my lord...I was simply caught up in the moment reveling in your skillful tact." fumbled the messenger.

Arcturus glared rather furiously behind his mask.

The rage that seemed to have built up inside him boiled over and he found himself tossing his messenger aside as if he were mere waste before pulling the mask from his face and smashing it into pieces.

"I take no pleasure in having to condemn my own flesh and blood to the hellish pit that is Azkaban." he said with a look of utter sorrow filed across his now exposed sallow pale face.

"It was a necessary evil...you said so yourself." replied the messenger attempting to smooth things over with his infuriated ruler.

"One meant to open the eyes of my brother to the evils of those he surrounded himself with...I know..." said the formidable dark wizard known as Arcturus. "Yet...I feel the agony of my twin brother almost as if it were my own...for every ounce of pain he endures in that place this world shall tremble because of it."

The Messenger nodded knowing all too well that his master had every intention of delivering on that promise.

"I still can't fathom how it is possible that Regulus Snape and you are twins my lord." said the messenger in amazement. "Both the sons of Severus Snape...and yet raised so far apart."

"Consider yourself fortunate that I don't end your miserable existence here and now for the waggling of your tongue."

The messenger cringed in fear as Arcturus moved past him and toward his private chambers.

"I wish to be alone...do not follow me." he hissed in his fury as he stormed down the darkened corridor, his black robes billowing behind him with as much intensity as those of his father use to during his patrols at Hogwarts.