Chapter 10
Severus put off his next visit to Lily as long as he dared, even using Saturday's match as an excuse to stay in Hogwarts Friday night making sure none of his players did anything stupid like getting drunk or sneaking out to tamper with the Quidditch balls. The Dark Lord would expect him to take advantage of the weekend to go fuck his reward without Dumbledore questioning why he left the castle, though, so Saturday night he waited for the celebrations after their victory over Gryffindor to die down in the Slytherin Common Room —or more exactly he killed the festive mood by crashing the party at midnight and sending everyone to bed— and flooed away to Spinner's End.
Even though he already knew that Lily must have been doing fine —else the elf would have informed him—, he called Dobby as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace and demanded a report of the last three days, hearing with relief that Lily hadn't given the creature many reasons to punish itself. It was also good to hear that she hadn't spent the entire time crying in bed, and that her attempts to perform wandless magic were still unsuccessful. Severus hadn't been too concerned about that, since a natural aptitude for Occlumency and a rigorous mental training were pretty much essential requirements for wandless magic once a wizard or witch had been tamed by a wand, but having witnessed how much control Lily had over her accidental magic as children he couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that she might pull it off with enough determination. Despite his apparent calm the other day, he had been holding his breath when she had tried to open the desk drawer, especially since he had a feeling that his wand would not present any objections to be wielded by Lily. He was confident that even with the help of a wand she wouldn't be able to escape the house—not unless she killed him—, but she could ruin everything sending a Patronus to someone even if that someone was Dumbledore.
After dismissing the elf and selecting a few items from his bondage collection —that he had moved out of the master bedroom together with his discipline and torture tools in case Lily managed to unlock the wardrobe—, Severus finally went upstairs and, bracing himself for whatever he might have to do tonight, unlocked Lily's door.
She was awake, but judging by the way she jumped to a sitting position in bed she probably had assumed he would not come to visit her tonight either. Feeling bad for not letting her know when to expect him, Severus met her wary eyes from the doorway and desperately hoped she would not challenge him.
Kneel, Lily, please, he thought, fixing her with his most intimidating look. Don't make me punish you. Just kneel...
She remained frozen as he closed the door and walked to the desk to lock away his wand. Trying to give her more time to swallow her pride and defiance, Severus didn't approach the bed immediately, instead beginning to slowly undress until he was down to his shirt and pants. When he couldn't stall anymore, he turned around and met her eyes again. Last chance to kneel on your own, Lily...
He almost collapsed in relief when she finally slid out of bed and, with visible reluctance and as stiffly as if her legs were made of wood, she went down to her knees on the designated spot.
"Good girl," he praised, moving to loom over her and gently stroking her head.
Not considering necessary to keep her on her knees now that she had already demonstrated her will to submit, Severus pulled her up to her feet and caressed her face, fighting the urge to kiss her and idly wondering if having butterflies fluttering inside his stomach disqualified him as a dark wizard.
He probably should test her compliance further, at least command her to get naked and on the bed like he had done the last time to see if she obeyed, but he might risk the progress she had made kneeling if he pushed her too much. And he really wanted a break from the violence and the drama. Lily already had plenty memories of his cruelty, brutality and subjugation for the Dark Lord to find in her mind, it wasn't necessary to make every visit a horrible ordeal; as long as she didn't defy him he could afford to sometimes just make use of her body and go away.
So instead of ordering her around or saying anything cruel, Severus silently removed her nightshirt himself and carried her to the bed, where he proceeded to fasten leather cuffs around her unresisting wrists and securing them to the headboard. That done, he pulled a gag from his pocket and forced it into her mouth.
"Shh, Lily," he soothed her when she panicked and tried in vain to spit out the gag. "You're safe. Just relax."
Her imploring eyes filled with tears, making Severus reflect that perhaps he should have picked a blindfold too. He had gagged her mainly so he would not be able to kiss her, and also so any entreaties came out as inarticulated sounds that targeted his cock more than his heart, but the real danger were her eyes. The whole point of this was for Lily to have clear, genuine memories of sexual abuse that the Dark Lord could easily access, though, and for that it was better if she could see while Severus fucked her, so even though he could blindfold her sometimes he would have to find a way to deal with those damned eyes.
Focusing on the rest of her was a good way, he thought as he removed his trousers and knelt between her legs, drinking in the sight of her naked body. Women's breasts always looked at their best when they were restrained with their arms over their heads, and Lily's were the image of perfection, just the right size to fit in his hands and with those pink, small nipples that made his mouth water. He loved her belly too, and her waist, and the dark red curls between her legs... Perhaps Severus was biased, but he was certain that he had never beheld a more beautiful woman. There was something... innocent about Lily, even after having been fucked countless times by Potter and raped a few by Severus, her body so pure in appearance that it was hard to believe just by looking at her that she wasn't a virgin. She certainly bore no stretch marks from the pregnancy she had undergone.
He slowly traced the lines and curves of her body from her neck down, running his fingers along her delicate collarbones, around her breasts, between her ribs, circling her bellybutton, until his palm finally came to rest over her lower abdomen. Was his child already growing inside her? Severus had decided not to give Lily the anti-implantation potion, so it was possible. He pushed away the thought that she might be sheltering another Potter brat instead as his hand continued down and around her mound to trace the length of her left leg, lifting it up so he could kiss each of her toes and run his nose along the internal arch of her foot. He repeated the process with her right leg before approaching her groin again, this time sliding a finger down between her thigh and her outer labia, across her perineum, and up the other side. Only then his hand grazed the ginger tangle leading to her clitoris, which he lightly brushed before running his finger over her inner labia, reversing his path when he reached her perineum again and applying some pressure to smoothly part her lips on his way up...
Severus looked up and saw shame in Lily's tearful eyes, but he couldn't —and shouldn't— keep the triumphant smirk from his face. He had barely touched her, and yet she was already soaking wet, her body calling for him. Retreating a few feet on the bed, he leaned over and inhaled deeply the delicious nectar hidden between her folds, resisting the urge to taste it —that wasn't scheduled for today— before pressing a soft kiss over her clitoris and continuing upwards. He inhaled his way through her belly, his hair grazing her skin as he went, until he reached her breasts, where he lingered for a little while acquainting her nipples with his lips and tongue. By the time he moved on, Lily's chest was rising and falling in obvious agitation and her nipples —and his cock— were as hard as they could be. Severus positioned himself over her as his nose finished its tour up her neck and he nuzzled the spot under her right ear, hating the gag that prevented him from concluding the exploration on her mouth.
Lily was plainly aroused and ready, but a strangled sound that spoke of pain and anguish still escaped her throat when he penetrated her. Severus made sure not to meet her eyes while he firmly grabbed hold of her and began thrusting, the sight of her restrained arms and gagged mouth spurring him on.
Determined to bring her to orgasm in this position before flipping her and continuing fucking her from behind, Severus set a good rhythm and regulated the angle of penetration so each thrust rubbed her the right way and stimulated her sweet spot, summoning all his self-control to not succumb to the stimulation himself.
He had begun to increase the pace in response to Lily's telling signs that she was losing the battle against pleasure when a blazing pain suddenly broke his concentration and he almost slipped out as his thrusting became embarrassingly uncoordinated.
"Fuck!" he swore, coming to a complete stop and wrestling with his frustration as his Dark Mark burned, the pain steadily spreading up his left arm.
His cock strongly argued in favour of occluding the pain just long enough for him, if not Lily, to finish, but he knew that wasn't an option. Sex wasn't a valid excuse to keep his master waiting, and somehow the Dark Lord always knew if that was what someone had been doing at the moment of the call and whether they had taken the time to wrap things up or not.
So he grudgingly extracted himself from Lily and began to dress in a rush, only taking the time to remove her gag before retrieving his wand from the desk and exiting the room. He didn't like to leave Lily restrained again, but there was a chance that the Dark Lord would want to come see her tonight and it was better if he found her tied up and naked, so Severus pushed away his guilt while he shrugged into his Death Eater robes and, after securing the mask to his face, stepped out of his wards and apparated blindly to wherever his Mark would take him.
"Severus," said the Dark Lord fixing unnatural red eyes on him. "I can't remember the last time you answered a summons faster than Lucius. I assume you weren't at Hogwarts?"
"I wasn't, my Lord," admitted Severus. "I left the castle to visit Lily tonight."
"Of course you did," drawled his master with amusement. "I dearly hope my call didn't interrupt anything important." When Severus didn't say anything in response, several people chuckled and Bellatrix cackled madly behind her mask. The Dark Lord turned to her, "You should know better than to laugh at Severus when he is frustrated, Bella," he chided, "especially considering that he has the right to demand compensation for the damage you inflicted to his property on Halloween."
"I didn't touch the Mudblood!" she protested, a note of fear in her voice.
"Careful, Bella," warned the Dark Lord, reaching down to remove Bellatrix's mask. He put a finger under her chin and forced her to meet his stern gaze. "You know that what you did was wrong, and that Severus has the right to punish you for it." He released her and continued pacing until he stopped again in front of him. "Of course it's up to him. Perhaps he will find in his heart to forgive your offense... What do you say, Severus?"
"I have never been known as a forgiving person, my Lord," he said darkly, thrilled by the prospect of torturing Bellatrix. "But I will consider it if she begs for my forgiveness sincerely enough."
"I will never lower myself to beg to a filthy half-blood!" she spat.
"Then you will have to get naked at my feet and take my punishment."
Silence fell in the inner circle, everyone watching their master warily to see how he reacted to Severus' audacity. He wondered if he had gone too far demanding the Dark Lord's mistress to get naked for him, and feared he might have endangered Lily's life with his boldness.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Bella?" drawled the Dark Lord after a long pause charged with anticipation.
"My Lord?" she asked in panic. "Surely you don't mean-"
"Severus' demand is fair, Bella. Do as he says or I will give him leave to take out his sexual frustration on you too," said their master coldly.
It was Christmas for Severus. He knew that after this he would have to watch his back more carefully than ever, but also that no one, not even Bellatrix, would dare to touch or curse Lily without his permission again. It was also a clear sign of favouritism from the Dark Lord, which could only improve and secure his position as a spy.
And he had fantasized with torturing the crazy bitch since before he had taken the Dark Mark, so this was a dream come true.
The matter was settled quickly. Realizing that she had lost this round, Bellatrix didn't raise any further protests, and managed to salvage some dignity by persuading the Dark Lord to undress her for Severus himself. Rodolphus didn't present any objections to his wife being exhibited and tortured like a common pet, but that wasn't surprizing and Severus doubted he cared at all at this point.
He removed his mask when he stepped forward, so she and everyone could see his face and hear his voice clearly when he cast her favourite curse on her, and kept her under the Cruciatus for as long as his master allowed him, which was longer than Severus had expected. His frustrated cock raised its head again as her naked body writhed and screamed at his feet and dark magic rushed through his veins, and despite finding Bellatrix nauseating in that moment he wished the Dark Lord had given him leave to fuck her arse bloody too.
"Now that that's out of the way," said the Dark Lord lazily once Bellatrix had gotten dressed again and she and Severus had been forced to shake hands, "let us move on to the reason why you were all summoned. As most of you already know, we have several raids planned for tonight. Muggle settlements in Devon, Sussex, Norfolk, and Yorkshire will be simultaneously targeted, the goal to cause as much destruction as possible before the Ministry is alerted. Severus, you will lead the Devon raid, Lucius, Bellatrix and Evan have already called dibs on Yorkshire, Norfolk and Sussex respectively. The giants are being moved into position as we speak..."
The Dark Lord spent several minutes explaining the plan in detail, assigning troops, and giving each of them instructions and warnings. The ultimate goal seemed to be to put pressure on the current Minister for Magic so he would resign or be asked to step down, a move that gave Severus a really bad feeling since Crouch was the next candidate in line for Minister and there was no way that the Dark Lord preferred that bastard in charge. If his master wanted to get rid of the current Minister it could only mean that he intended to take over the Ministry soon, and that was definitely not good.
"Severus, stay behind," said the Dark Lord when he drew the tactical meeting to a close and sent everyone to get ready for battle and prepare their teams while they waited for the giants to reach their destinations. "I imagine you have concerns regarding Dumbledore."
"Yes, my Lord," said Severus rising to his feet at his master's signal and following him out of the meeting room. "He doesn't know I left the castle tonight, but he will look for me the moment he is alerted of the attacks. He will suspect I was involved if he doesn't find me-"
"And he will want to know why you didn't inform him, yes," agreed the Dark Lord. "You will send an owl to the old fool, Severus, telling him that you suspect something might happen in Yorkshire. Your source will be pillow talk with the lovely Narcissa Malfoy, who invited you over taking advantage of her husband's absence tonight. Dumbledore thinks that I don't involve you in any plans during the school year and he knows that you have had affairs with your brothers' wives before, so it will be believable. Narcissa will be your alibi for tonight, and also for any other nights Dumbledore might notice your absence. If you needed memories to back it up, I understand that Lucius would be amenable to let you borrow his wife for a few hours."
Severus considered all the implications of what he had just been told while they walked, initially not sure whether this was a sign of trust from the Dark Lord or not. It sounded like his master was completely fooled about Severus' loyalties and was taking measures to protect his spy, but it wasn't so reassuring that he hadn't informed him of the plan until the very last minute, when there was no time to put in place any mitigating measures. And Severus had been instructed to warn Dumbledore only about the Yorkshire raid that Lucius would be leading, which meant he could not risk anyone from the Order to interfere with the other attacks.
The whole Narcissa thing was more worrying on a personal level. He had to admit that it was a believable alibi and a good way to feed Dumbledore only partial information whenever it was convenient, but Severus feared it wouldn't be believable if the old man didn't demand memories to back it up. Would he have to fuck Narcissa for real? It also concerned him that his master had decided to tip off the Order about Yorkshire, basically sacrificing Lucius and his team to protect Severus' cover. Did the Dark Lord suspect Lucius' loyalty was wavering? The fact that he knew Lucius would be fine sharing Narcissa with Severus suggested that he had examined his mind recently. Was this all a set up to get rid of Lucius and give his wife to him?
Severus had always had trust issues, but being a double spy had turned him seriously paranoid.
"How did Dumbledore take the news of the Potters' tragedy?" inquired his master as he sat in his usual armchair by the fire and indicated him to take a seat as well. "I trust he doesn't suspect anything?"
"No, my Lord, Dumbledore doesn't question the Fiendfyre cover-up as far as I know, and he doesn't suspect I left the castle that night," assured him Severus. "It was a hard blow for the old man, he looked truly defeated when he was giving me the news. When I pointed out that the Longbottom boy was still alive he agreed that there was still hope, but he didn't seem very convinced. He too believed the Prophecy referred to Harry Potter, who had been born right at the end of July."
The Dark Lord nodded, clearly pleased by his report.
"He will try to use the Longbottom boy as a beacon of hope even if it's the wrong one," he said. "Did you find out how they are being protected?"
"No, my Lord, the old man hasn't said anything and I didn't dare inquiring too directly. It is highly likely that they are hiding under a Fidelius, however, like the Potters were, and I fear Dumbledore might be their Secret Keeper. He said that he offered to keep the secret for the Potters, but they chose Black instead."
That possibility —which Severus really hoped was the truth— plainly did not please the Dark Lord, who sat scowling at the fire for several minutes with murder in his eyes.
"Black's treachery and true colours also hit Dumbledore hard," eventually dared to say Severus, hoping to learn why and when the asshole had changed sides and how much information about the Order he might have betrayed.
His master's mood brightened at that, his red eyes glinting with amusement for a moment before his expression became serious again.
"I can feel your resentment, Severus," he said, "It bothers you that I didn't tell you, I know, but I'm sure you can understand why I didn't."
"Because you don't trust me," said Severus, instilling his tone with just the right amount of accusation and resentment.
The Dark Lord held his gaze for a very long moment.
"Come here," he commanded at last, pointing at his feet.
Severus moved to obey without hesitation, rising from his seat and going to kneel on the indicated spot. He felt fingers tread through his hair, and lifted his eyes in surprize. It had been a long time since the Dark Lord had last touched him affectionately, and the simple gesture tore at Severus' heart taking him back to those times when this evil psychopath had made him feel understood and cared for.
"I do trust you, my dear Severus," said his master softly, brushing the side of his face with a cold hand. "I did not tell you because I know how you feel about the Marauders and I thought it would be too hard on you to have to tolerate one of them. If anything, I didn't trust you would be able to refrain from killing your new brother."
Severus sensed a subtle prodding at the edge of his mind, so he let himself be transported to the past and be filled with true resentment and jealously. The Dark Lord was his master. He had never felt as safe as he had felt when he had taken the Dark Mark and become his to protect and guide. He had never trusted anyone to be on his side like he had trusted him, so it felt like a betrayal that he had taken Black under his wing as well. The Dark Lord knew everything the Marauders had done to him, he had seen everything in his mind, felt his pain and humiliation, and he had promised him revenge. It didn't matter that Black was in Azkaban, it still hurt that his master had admitted him in the safe haven that belonged to Severus instead of wrapping the asshole like a gift and giving him to him to torture and kill.
He tried to look away when anger suffused his thoughts, but the Dark Lord held him by the chin and forced him to meet his intense gaze again.
"You know you're special to me, Severus," he said in a low, almost warm voice. "Most of your brothers and sisters I have recruited because they were useful, but you... I chose you because I wanted you by my side." The Dark Lord looked at him as fondly as he looked at his snake. "I killed James Potter and spared the girl for you, Severus. Sirius Black is rotting in Azkaban, but I will break him out for you if that is your wish, and the other two will also suffer, rest assured. You will get your revenge and everything you have ever wanted, as I promised, and you will stand beside me in the new world we will build together."
Severus felt as if he were seventeen again, only now he could appreciate everything that the Dark Lord had done for him since then. His master had always been good to him, had never punished him unfairly nor failed to deliver anything he had promised. He had seen him, recognized his value, protected him, shared his knowledge and power with him, financed his Potions Mastery, covered up his father's murder, killed Potter and let him burn his body, given him Lily... He owed everything he was and possessed to him.
"Forgive me, master," he implored, hanging his head and pressing his forehead to the Dark Lord's knee. "I was upset when I heard about Black, but I should have known you would not prefer that jerk over me."
"You are forgiven," said the Dark Lord, gently stroking his head. "I know it's hard for you to be away from me for so long during the school year, but you must not fear to lose your special place by my side, Severus. That will never happen."
They remained that way for a long time, Severus kneeling submissively with his head resting on his master's lap while long fingers ran through his hair. It was disturbingly soothing and comforting, and for a moment he allowed himself to rest on the illusion that it could be real. The Dark Lord didn't seem insane nor evil when he was like this, he was just a powerful wizard who cared about Severus and knew him better than anyone, someone who understood and accepted his darkness and was helping him find closure from the past. Of course Severus knew that his master didn't really care about anyone besides himself, that he was exploiting his emotions to secure his loyalty and drag him deeper into the darkness, but even knowing all that some part of him couldn't help to feel that he belonged with the Dark Lord just like Lily belonged with him. If only it were possible for him to be with Lily for real without turning his back on his master... That was what he had always wanted.
"How are things going with your new pet?" asked the Dark Lord after a while, finally breaking the silence. "Lucius told me that she has been trying your patience."
Severus raised his head and met the amused eyes of his master.
"She's quickly learning to behave, my Lord," he said, shoving to the front of his mind some memories for the Dark Lord to see, images of him slapping Lily, forcing her head into the bathtub, making her kneel, raping her against the desk. "And to surrender to pleasure," he added smugly, projecting a memory of Lily's mute cry of ecstasy when he had made love to her.
The Dark Lord chuckled.
"Good. Do not worry about Bellatrix, she will not go anywhere near your Mudblood again. You can thank Lucius for that, he told me about your latest quarrell with your sweet sister." He caressed his face again. "You should have told me yourself, though. I want to know if anything upsets you, Severus, so I can make things right for you."
Severus felt awfully confused and conflicted when he left the Dark Lord's study and made his way to the owlery, his paranoia having been extinguished together with any negative feelings towards his master. Instead he felt guilty for having betrayed the one person who had protected him and taken care of him when he had had no one else, and he couldn't think of any reason why he shouldn't switch his allegiance again and pretend he had never strayed. Dumbledore had only used him, given him false hopes and disappointed him, and the Dark Lord was most likely going to win the war and live forever anyway, so why do something so foolish as betraying his master when Severus had everything he wanted with him? Even Lily. Their situation was far from ideal, but she was safer with him than she would be out there under the Dark Lord's regime, and things would get better once she accepted him as her master and realized that it was actually relaxing and comforting to have someone strong and fair taking care of one's needs and making the decisions.
The message he sent to Dumbledore said exactly what the Dark Lord had instructed him to write, since Severus couldn't be sure the owl would not be intercepted on its way out. He considered to send his Patronus to the old man warning about the other attacks, but in the end he decided against it and just went to gather and organize his team. He had been assigned three new recruits and several imperiused soldiers —whose wills were transferred to him— in addition to six hardened Death Eaters and four handlers that were already in Devon with his giant —a bloodthirsty creature named Fridwulfa—, so he had his work cut out for him.
Severus doubted anyone in the Order or the Ministry acknowledged how hard Death Eaters worked. And he doubted most of his own brothers realized how stressful it was to lead a raid. All they had to do was to obey —or disobey— his instructions and wait for new orders, while Severus had to simultaneously coordinate and protect all the people under his command plus a bloody giant. It would be one thing to lead a squad composed by all equally capable, well trained, cooperative Death Eaters, but that was not what Severus had to work with. Instead he had untested recruits he had to keep a constant eye on to make sure they didn't desert or get themselves killed, imperiused people under his mental control, fellow Death Eaters of similar rank to him that resisted to follow the orders of a half-blood younger than them, and handlers whose only concern was to protect the giant and who kept nagging him about the time.
And then there was Fridwulfa, a dim, bad-tempered giantess who didn't understand a word of English. The Dark Lord had assigned her to Severus because it was their most unmanageable giant and it was necessary to use Legilimency to communicate instructions more complex than walking in a straight line, but the damned beast wasn't all too willing to follow instructions even when she understood them. It also made him uneasy that Fridwulfa had a reputation for mating with human males without giving them much choice about it, and judging by her crude thoughts whenever he called her down to access her tiny mind someone had been spreading excessively flattering rumours about Severus amongst the giants.
The only perk of being in charge was that he didn't have to murder and torture so much. He certainly didn't have the time to crucio random Muggles, and he only killed those unfortunate enough to cross his path while he went around supervising or aiding his subordinates. Most of his brutality he directed to his fellow Death Eaters, to get them in line, or to Fridwulfa, so she would keep her hands to herself and focus on destruction rather than mating.
Time was the most critical factor he was contending with. They had to strike fast and withdraw the giant as soon as possible so the creature would not be around when the Ministry showed up, but it was difficult to decide exactly when to pull it out and no doubt it would be a struggle to convince Fridwulfa to stop demolishing buildings and butchering Muggles once she had smelled blood.
And as it turned out, they had a lot less time than the Dark Lord had anticipated.
The giantess was still causing mayhem in the middle of town when a person they had only seen portrayed in history books unexpectedly apparated in the scene and began firing hexes and curses at them. Severus blinked at the sight of the mythical Nicholas Flamel, but he didn't have time to process his shock because the six-hundred-year-old wizard almost immediately identified him as the Death Eater in charge and focused his six centuries of magical experience on him. Travers and Rowle attempted to come to his aid when their own surprize wore off and they realized Severus was in trouble, but they were distracted by the additional arrival of Alastor Moody and Amos Diggory leading several Aurors and members of the Department of Magical Creatures respectively.
Fuck.
In a situation so dire as this one there was only one thing a Death Eater could do, and that was to press his Dark Mark at the first chance he got and wait for back-up. Hoping the Dark Lord was not too busy killing people elsewhere, Severus did his best to keep Flamel at bay while he shouted orders to his brothers and tried to non-verbally warn Fridwulfa against Diggory and his squad, relief washing over him when only moments later the blessed figure of his master appeared ten feet from him and easily diverted the ancient wizard's attention towards him.
"GET THE GIANT OUT!" roared the Dark Lord furiously while he blocked a curse that didn't look like anything Severus had seen before.
He rushed to obey, calling to him any Death Eaters who weren't currently engaged in duels and dodging his way to Fridwulfa.
"Retreat!" he shouted to one of the young recruits as he passed, spotting the terrified kid kneeling over an unconscious or dead body. "Grab whoever that is and apparate to a safehouse, now!"
Mercifully the giantess seemed to have grasped the gravity of the situation and obeyed at once when he caught her eye and pointed in the direction she was to move. Nott was keeping Diggory busy while Rowle duelled two Aurors nearby, so Severus signalled to Travers and Selwyn to cover Fridwulfa's retreat together with the three remaining handlers while he mentally sent his imperiused soldiers to distract the rest of Diggory's squad.
"You're mine!" growled one of the last voices a Death Eater wanted to hear, and Severus had to dodge a Killing Curse from fucking Moody. "I know it's you, Snape, that mask doesn't distort your voice as much as you think, and I could recognize your style a hundred yards away!"
Severus answered with his own deadly curse rather than with words.
"I will chop your head off and drop it on Dumbledore's desk with the mask still on, you slimy piece of shit!" snarled the nasty Auror. "Maybe he'll believe me then!"
He sent another Killing Curse in his direction, which Severus blocked levitating some rubble before attempting to amputate Moody's remaining leg. He really hated this bastard, and would like nothing more than to cut him to little pieces and give them out as souvenirs during a Death Eater meeting to honour Wilkes' brutal murder. Severus was no stranger to brutality, and what Moody had done to Wilkes couldn't even compare to the worst thing he had done, but he despised the Auror for believing himself better than a Death Eater when he was actually just as rotten.
Risking a glance backwards, Severus saw that Fridwulfa had reached the edge of town and that more Death Eaters had been summoned to cover her retreat. They seemed to be already casting the camouflage spells, so Severus decided not to worry anymore about that and focus only on keeping Moody busy and staying alive until his master gave him the order to retreat as well.
Such order came some time later when yet more Ministry officials and Order members showed up, Dumbledore amongst them. Severus couldn't just disapparate while Moody was viciously aiming curse after curse at him, though, so he just instructed his brothers and any surviving imperiused soldiers to apparate away if they could and continued duelling.
"GO!" commanded the Dark Lord, appearing suddenly at his side and distracting Moody long enough for Severus to make his retreat.
The last thing he saw before disapparating was his master being surrounded from three sides by Alastor Moody, Nicholas Flamel and Albus Dumbledore.