He hung by his arms. From somewhere in the room he could smell
Egyptian musk perfume.
So she was here, was she? Now why was she here? She hated the Dark Lord
more then even the Potter boy. She had more then an idea from a childhood
memory.
His face stung. She must have slapped him to wake him. Somewhere inside a
glimmer of shock still lived, the rest of him knew he deserved it. Snapes
mind wandered, escaping from the reality of her brutal eyes and torturing
himself in memories.
He had been on his knees reporting to his Lord. Voldemort expressed his distrust of Snape in many ways. This new enforced submission was the most subtle yet. But still effective on his pride. Men in masks sneered down at him from behind. They were on their feet when they reported. His Lord was disappointed with Snapes lack of information for him. His Lord was angry and Snape fought for his pride. Fought not to tremble on his knees and waited for the pain to begin again. Red eyes flashed and cold lips opened almost in slow motion to send him into another sheer hell like before. Before his Lord could utter a sound and purely female scream of rage filled the Dark Hall. Rage. A wall of DeathEaters turned, wands out, and scattered in her path. Such was her rage. Even his Lord gasped. Surprise. Pleasure. And then he laughed in that delighted, cold, hard laugh. Snape was frozen where he knelt. A vision of wild blond hair, pale skin and flashing green eyes was standing over him screaming herself purple. "Rhaihhon" "Don't you speak you bastard! You horrible twisted fuck! You! Here! On your fucking knees for him!" "Rhaihhon" a sneering voice. Full of dark mirth called her name. Snapes mind shook itself. Rhaihhon. His wife. His dead wife. Speaking to his Lord. Screaming actually. "We thought you dead child" "Sleeping. A potion courtesy of my darling husband" she spat. "Now I see my sleep was only so he could bow to our children's killer in peace!" "Hush Lady. Your offspring and you tore dear Severous from his Lord. ME." "Damn you! I swore to remain apart from this war. On my very blood I swore, otherwise you would burn for my wrecked family!" Then she spun back on him. "You! Husband! Traitor! Wretch! You swore on our children's bodies you would not return. On our bonded breath and flesh! You are an abomination of everything we were. You betray everything to grovel on the floor of a madman. Stand up! Bastard! Stand up!" she was shrieking by this time. She wrenched him up by his hair and his shock numbed mind felt her skin against his face. Her skin. Merlin! She was alive! Dear Merlin I've lost her. "Rhaihhon I . . . " "Don't fucking speak!' she howled. Voldemort watched in amusement and interest behind her. She was livid. Hurt and angry and striking out like a wounded animal. He hair rising in waves like her fury. Icy green eyes ripping holes in his heart. Her voice went low and dangerous suddenly and his heart almost stopped. "I want nothing from you if this is where you will lead me. Hand me your wand Severous." "Rhai . . . please. You must calm yourself and talk to me." He told her in as collected a voice as he could manage. "Accio wand!" His wand zoomed into her hand and she whipped out her own seconds after. DeathEaters gasped around them. Voldemort himself gasped. It was as if the world had frozen for him. He knew the words that came next and his very soul screamed in terror and denial. "NO!" he wailed, forgetting his Lord, his act, his pride. "NONONONONO!" he screamed through their heart's bond as well as out loud. She didn't flinch. "Finite Alma Eros" And she snapped their wands in two. Severous Snape felt his world snap with them. Someone screamed horribly before the emptiness engulfed him.
He had been on his knees reporting to his Lord. Voldemort expressed his distrust of Snape in many ways. This new enforced submission was the most subtle yet. But still effective on his pride. Men in masks sneered down at him from behind. They were on their feet when they reported. His Lord was disappointed with Snapes lack of information for him. His Lord was angry and Snape fought for his pride. Fought not to tremble on his knees and waited for the pain to begin again. Red eyes flashed and cold lips opened almost in slow motion to send him into another sheer hell like before. Before his Lord could utter a sound and purely female scream of rage filled the Dark Hall. Rage. A wall of DeathEaters turned, wands out, and scattered in her path. Such was her rage. Even his Lord gasped. Surprise. Pleasure. And then he laughed in that delighted, cold, hard laugh. Snape was frozen where he knelt. A vision of wild blond hair, pale skin and flashing green eyes was standing over him screaming herself purple. "Rhaihhon" "Don't you speak you bastard! You horrible twisted fuck! You! Here! On your fucking knees for him!" "Rhaihhon" a sneering voice. Full of dark mirth called her name. Snapes mind shook itself. Rhaihhon. His wife. His dead wife. Speaking to his Lord. Screaming actually. "We thought you dead child" "Sleeping. A potion courtesy of my darling husband" she spat. "Now I see my sleep was only so he could bow to our children's killer in peace!" "Hush Lady. Your offspring and you tore dear Severous from his Lord. ME." "Damn you! I swore to remain apart from this war. On my very blood I swore, otherwise you would burn for my wrecked family!" Then she spun back on him. "You! Husband! Traitor! Wretch! You swore on our children's bodies you would not return. On our bonded breath and flesh! You are an abomination of everything we were. You betray everything to grovel on the floor of a madman. Stand up! Bastard! Stand up!" she was shrieking by this time. She wrenched him up by his hair and his shock numbed mind felt her skin against his face. Her skin. Merlin! She was alive! Dear Merlin I've lost her. "Rhaihhon I . . . " "Don't fucking speak!' she howled. Voldemort watched in amusement and interest behind her. She was livid. Hurt and angry and striking out like a wounded animal. He hair rising in waves like her fury. Icy green eyes ripping holes in his heart. Her voice went low and dangerous suddenly and his heart almost stopped. "I want nothing from you if this is where you will lead me. Hand me your wand Severous." "Rhai . . . please. You must calm yourself and talk to me." He told her in as collected a voice as he could manage. "Accio wand!" His wand zoomed into her hand and she whipped out her own seconds after. DeathEaters gasped around them. Voldemort himself gasped. It was as if the world had frozen for him. He knew the words that came next and his very soul screamed in terror and denial. "NO!" he wailed, forgetting his Lord, his act, his pride. "NONONONONO!" he screamed through their heart's bond as well as out loud. She didn't flinch. "Finite Alma Eros" And she snapped their wands in two. Severous Snape felt his world snap with them. Someone screamed horribly before the emptiness engulfed him.