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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 5

Snape's POV

Damn, I knew it had to be something along these lines. Yes, my loyalty is questionable to him, but he also knows how great of value I am. I seem to be the only one among these dunder-headed death eaters that knows anything of potion brewing. Not to mention I have had experience with working with telepaths and such.

The experience had been brought on by Dumbledore, persuading me to do such research. It is becoming clearer now, and his madness begins to unfold. The man isn't telling me something. With him it will be something life altering. I do not know if I will be in the mood to talk when I return.

And so she stands before me, her appearance is slightly familiar yet disturbing. The eyes, electrifying, and the hair disheveled about her face. She gasps for air as though she is panicking, but there's no time to dwell, the Dark Lord is awaiting the first curse. 'Sick monster', He smirks as he knows I condone child abuse. The child seems no older than 15 maybe 16. No doubt He has had His way with her. Round one of His little "game" and I know he never turns down the opportunity when it arises.

I sigh an inaudible sigh, but to make it easier I realize that she is a telepath. Certainly a powerful one at that. The lot of them are untrustworthy. They tend to diverge on your thoughts for profit and their own benefit. She will be the same knowing who has raised her. A couple highly trusted by Albus, the news shocked him that they betrayed him so. But had I known who what they planned I would have informed him of the disloyalty. The head master can be so blind at times of the goodness he see in all of us. I want to laugh but return to my task.

I curse her with Furnunculus, mixed in with a scouring charm. The first spell causes the skin to boil, when the second kicks in causing the boils to burst and pus mixes with blood. The girl wrestles with the chains and shackles. The scream dies into a whimper. It is not a pretty sight, yet for her sake no scars will remain. Looks are beginning to play to big of a role in our society.

I think the Dark Lord is pleased, so I step back. Lucious then steps forward. It is his turn to cast the next curse. He is not as merciful and the girl screams louder. Her hands clench into fists, and her knuckles turn white. It is Avery's turn, he is ruthless, and there isn't a doubt in my mind that, as muggles say, there are a few screws loose.

The spell causes some ribs to break. I can hear the nauseating "snap", and the pain causes the girl to pass out. Presumably, it would be my turn to revive the girl and once again start the cycle, but He holds up his hand. Rises from the throne and revives her himself. The eyelids flutter. The head remains slouched, so He cups her chin and forces her to look into his scarlet bloodshot eyes. She flinches, and begins to cry. Not a good weakness to show, in my opinion.

"I can make this all end," he whispers in her ear. But she remains to cry and it doesn't look like she can comprehend what He is telling her. She continues to be silent. Still gasping for air, it does not appear that she will be able to endure the third round.

It angers him; He roughly drops her face. To force her to answer He attempts the Imperious curse, but it backfires, and He is thrown back in His armchair. This is rather startling, even to the Dark Lord, judging by the look upon his face. Even I stand bewildered. For a moment, it seemed as though my eyes were deceiving me, as a smirk began to form upon the girl's bloodied lips. It vanished as quickly, though, as it had appeared.

"Continue..." He told us, and turned to the girl who now trembled considerably. "You will soon enough change your mind and find yourself begging for mercy..." 'I do not doubt it' I think to myself.

My turn, Lucious, then Avery again. The cycle continues to repeat the Dark Lord is enjoying this fully. The girl's screams do not stop though they are rather weak. She passes out every now and then. Only to be revived, a nightmare seems to play out in her eyes. He stops us, as almost 3 hours have passed. 'Time flies when your having fun' another muggle saying comes to mind. He brushes passed her whispering "I'll leave you to your thoughts, round three begins in two days..."

He leaves; Avery, Lucious, and I follow. I pass and our eyes lock, the pale blue against my cold black. 'Why' she mouths, must she be so thick. Perhaps she has been in contact with Dumbledore previous to the kidnap. She too is trying to search for a goodness I do not have, and the shock rings throughout her system from the potion I developed. Another thing I learned from researching her kind.

The two who brought her in here will take her to her cell, and I follow Him to His sitting room. Urgh this is going to hurt. After almost 15 years of "following" him, I have the uncanny ability to sense when a Cruciatus curse is coming on.

Like always I am correct and the scene begins as such as I kneel before him:

"Your didn't seem fully into this Severus, I was quite disappointed. Hopefully tomorrow will prove differently, I have reserved this round particularly for you." He sneers.

"Yes master-" I obediently reply.

"After all it is your specialty" he adds. Right, round three: Potions. He will want something spectacular, and then the curse hits me.

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Next chapter: the girls POV...