Lucius Malfoy stood over his helpless victim. The wizard had a silencing
charm on him, he couldn't say anything. His eyes were taped shut by the
eyelashes. The man was ties up, and had no idea what was going on. Severus Snape
stood in the back. He wasn't a deatheater anymore, but the deatheaters didn't
have to know that. They thought he was still one of them, therefore, he could
not stop Lucius as he prepared to torture the wizard for his own sick pleasure.
"What's the wizards name, Lucius?" Snape said cautiously.
"His name is Arthur Weasley. He's a big-shot up in the ministry."
Snape shifted uncomfortably. Sure, he didn't like Ron Weasley, his
soon-to-be fifth year student, but he didn't want to kill his father! The shock
of Red hair was mixed with gray, and the man struggled, very frightened.
"Now, now, Mr. Weasley, don't squirm or this will hurt even more!" Lucius
sneered. He pulled out a magnifying glass.
"What are you doing?" Snape said. Lucius had never used a magnifying
glass for anything before!
"Well, I decided to make him see how much he wants to tell us things
before we start questioning him. If he won't tell us, we'll use the Veritaserum
Potion on him, and he'll cry like a baby." Lucius grinned.
He opened the blinds of the window and poised himself over Ron's Dad. The
sunlight struck the glass, and it was reduced to a blazing point of light on Mr.
Weasley's eyelid. As it began smoking, he began trying to scream and thrashing
about wildly. Lucius cursed. He hadn't figured the victim would move around so
much.
"This is impossible. He won't sit still!" Lucius complained.
"Well, if someone was trying to burn a hole in your eyelids, you probably
would move around too, Lucius." Snape said. He walked over and took the
silencing spell off Arthur.
"Go ahead, Lucius. Question him." Snape said, and then added. "Arthur
Weasley, you should spill the beans if you don't want to die." He had to act the
role, right?
Lucius noticed that Snape was sounding a little scared to hurt the
man.
"Severus, are you okay?" Severus jumped. Now Malfoy had done it, he had
said his name. Arthur Weasley would think he was a death eater!
"Yes, I'm… uh… just, not feeling well today…"
"Okay, well, let's just get on with this, then." Lucius said, turning
back to Mr. Weasley.
They questioned him, but he refused to say anything. Lucius went to get
some torture devices out of his bag, but Snape stopped him. "Why don't you go
get some Veritaserum while I guard Mr. Weasley." Lucius agreed, and stalked off
to find the rare potion.
Snape went to work, quickly un-binding Mr. Weasley. He carefully pulled
off the tape over his eyes, and Mr. Weasley yelped as some of his eyelashes were
yanked out.
"Quiet!" Snape whispered to Mr. Weasley as Arthur blinked to see where he
was. He was in a brightly-lit room with a wooden door on one side and a
staircase that went down on the other side. He saw his son's Potions Professor,
Severus Snape in front of him, shushing him.
"Professor Snape? Y-You're a deatheater?" he asked, wishing he could call
Hogwarts to warn them.
"No! I am not! I haven't been for years now, but they don't know that! It
is very dangerous for them to know you have changed sides! I have been reporting
information to Dumbledore for some time now! He sends it to the ministry
anonymously!"
"Oh."
Snape sighed and pushed Mr. Weasley out the door. He quickly pulled out a
knife and sliced a deep gash on his wrist and let himself bleed all over the
floor. He then walked out and left the door open. They were in a large, enclosed
yard, but Snape knew a secret entrance out.
He led Mr. Weasley out, but gasped as he was suddenly very dizzy. He
leaned against the outside of the wall. He was losing blood fast, and he didn't
know any spells to heal himself.
Mr. Weasley was no healer himself, and he could do nothing to help
Severus, but he begged him to keep going or they would both be caught. Severus
trudged on, and when they got to the street, Mr. Weasley turned to thank
Severus, but Severus couldn't hear him. All he could hear was the blood pounding
in his ears and the wheezing of his lungs as he struggled to keep moving with a
fatal wound on his arm.
Why, dear god, why did I cut myself there? Just because it was fast
and easy? That's no reason to take my life. Oh, someone
help….
Mr. Weasley saw that Severus was not responding. His eyes were very
dilated and he had a glazed expression on. He was teetering back and forth,
until he finally fell. Mr. Weasley rushed to help him up, but Severus was
unconscious.
He listened for a heart and heard a tiny wavering heartbeat, and the
intake of breath was painfully slow and shallow.
Arthur knew Snape would die if he didn't do something, quick! He looked
around and saw a small house nearby. He rushed over and knocked on the door. A
hobbled little witch answered the door, and he grabbed her hand and rushed back
to Snape.
"Help Him! Please, miss!" Arthur gasped, he was scared now. This man had
saved his life, he couldn't just leave him to die!
The witch bent over, examined the weakening blood flow from his wound,
and listened intently to his chest.
"Im sorry, sir." She said. "We're too late…"
