Just a short update on Desperation. JK owns these characters and  I don't; neither do you.

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Veela of Erised

Voldemort eased up as Snape sank lower to the ground, cradling his wand in his arms.  He stared victoriously down at Snape then slowly edged back into the darkness. 

Snape hesitantly lifted himself up.  Every voluntary movement constrained by his paralyzing fear. 

"That's it, Severus; up you go," mocked Voldemort.

Snape gazed up scornfully while Voldemort laughed with the utmost triumph. 

He hissed through the cackles, "How does it feel?  Severus, tell me how you feel now.  This is much more than picking sides, you know.  Oh yes, if you meddle, Severus, you will most certainly bow to death.  I will have you brought to me and you will find no mercy."

"Was that mercy you showed me?"  Snape spat, "I think not.  You fear Dumbledore.  You fear what's to happen."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me," he shot, "you fear him.  His being threatens your very existence."

"Ah, yes," Voldemort said with a sly smile, "That old fool doesn't matter anymore.  You see, the war will start shortly.  I have no need to fear."

"You have no weapon, there will be no way you can win."

"Oh, Severus," he whispered, "No, I believe I have my weapon.  Yes, it's right in front of me."…………..

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                                                                                                                                            |………..Hmmm…. cliffhanger!