Here comes the PG for violence...hey! no running with your wand! It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Harry found himself not ten feet from where he had just been standing. He was still gripping the mirror, but he couldn't move. He couldn't speak or make any sound. His eyes felt dry, but he couldn't blink.
Harry felt he was in worse danger than he been had a moment ago, when he had been able to run. Snape! You traitor! Why did you do this to me? You've left me wide open to them!
But no one turned; no one seemed to know Harry was there. Harry thought he knew the spot where he had dropped his wand, but there was nothing to be seen except leaves and dirt. The Death Eaters were staring blankly at the spot where he had been.
There was a thudding impact, and Snape stumbled to his knees: Voldemort had hit him.
Snape scrambled wildly for his wand, but the Dark Lord deftly plucked Snape's wand from the dirt. He grabbed Snape by the left wrist and dragged the struggling Professor to the base of a large tree.
Voldemort hauled Snape to his feet, slamming him hard against the trunk. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" Voldemort hissed.
"Nothing; Potter had a portkey." Snape was shaking so hard Harry could barely tell what he said.
"Liar!" Voldemort snapped. He slapped Severus across the face, then paused. He breathed in deeply. "So," he breathed. "You have chosen your side. And you have put yourself back in my hands." Snape closed his eyes.
Voldemort considered the Professor for a moment, hefting the black wand he had stolen. He grasped it by the handle and with great hate, Voldemort thrust the wand through Snape's palm, driving it into the tree up to its hilt.
Snape screamed. His eyes dimmed, but he didn't faint.
Nothing more happened to him. Voldemort was watching, not moving. Snape raised his shaking right hand to the wand's hilt, and tried without success to pull the wand from both palm and tree.
Voldemort stepped up and threw Snape's hand away from the wand.
"That portkey only works in one direction--to me. Where did you send him?"
Though he trembled, Snape's cold eyes stared unblinkingly over Voldemort's shoulder. "I didn't. It was your portkey. You must know where he went."
Voldemort closed his fist over the wand and leaned closer to Snape.
"Yes. It was my portkey. And I know it wouldn't have sent him anywhere. Don't look away from me." Voldemort gripped Snape's jaw, forcing Snape to look at his distorted face, into his red, red eyes. "Now. Where is the boy?"
"I don't know."
"You do. And you will tell me now, or I will let your brothers have you."
Snape shivered, a look of horror on his sallow face. He gave his head a convulsive shake.
Voldemort gave him a hard smile. "Either you will tell me, or you will tell them. Either way we will have Potter."
Voldemort tightened his grip around Snape's impaled hand, subtly grinding bones against wand. "Don't lie to me, Professor. Where . . .did . . . you. . . send. . . Potter?"
Snape writhed under the delicate torturing.
"I won't. . . tell. . .you," Severus whispered.
"YOU WILL!" Voldemort jumped away and whipped out his own wand. "Crucio!"
Snape screamed; his legs buckled, but he was still pinioned by his wand. He scrambled desperately against the tree, torn by convulsions.
Voldemort stared coldly at Snape as he clawed at the bark. "You have said 'No' to me too many times, Severus Snape. You will never do it again." Yet, after a moment he lifted the curse, allowing Snape to sag limply against the tree, chest heaving in the after-math of agony. "It is too late for you, Snape. You know it. But here, I will have mercy. I want Potter. More than I want you. Tell me where you sent him, and I will allow you to walk away. Perhaps not walk. But, I have the power to stay your brothers' hands from you."
Voldemort opened his arms, and Snape stared about frenziedly as the shadows of the Death Eaters surged toward him.
"No, stay back!" he cried desperately. "My Lord! My Lord! Keep them away!" He began to beg in earnest.
Voldemort closed his arms and the Death Eaters retreated a step. "Simply tell me where you sent Harry Potter."
Snape nodded. "Yes, yes!" he moaned.
NO! Harry's mind screamed, as he stood frozen by the gravestone. NO! DON'T TELL THEM I'M HERE! PROFESSOR!
Voldemort tapped his wand and stared deeply into Snape's black eyes. "Legilimens."
Snape froze, his jaw clamped shut. He stared back, without blinking. "Don't hide what you know from me, Severus. Imperio! Now speak. Where is Harry Potter?"
Against his will, Snape's lips began to quiver and his teeth chittered together. "H-he...h..he...I.... I....Ha-Har-Harry...t-tt...h-hher-eee...H-H-Hogs-s-meade."
Voldemort backed away. "To Hogsmeade? That's the best you could do? A reversal of my own spell? Your years away from me have made you soft! My portkey indeed!" He laughed shrilly. "Hogsmeade? I will send Wormtail along to pick him up then." He pointed to Wormtail, who disapparated with a sharp crack!
Harry didn't know what he felt; relief, perhaps admiration? He almost laughed. Professor Snape had lied to Voldemort!
Wormtail was back in a matter of moments. "My Lord," he wheedled, "Potter is not there. Snivellus Snape has lied to you."
Voldemort barely registered surprise, but Lucius Malfoy strode forward, blond hair bright in the twilight. He cuffed Snape as hard as he could. Snape groaned and pressed his bruised face to his shoulder.
Voldemort shook his head reprovingly. "Tut. Mister Malfoy. Was that truly necessary?"
Malfoy nodded, his teeth barred.
"Yes, I suppose you are right, Lucius, my friend. Perhaps an interrogation will do tonight." He put his face close to Snape's. "Snape may have lied about our Mr. Potter's whereabouts, but I believe he is very close to...spilling... his guts." Voldemort's lip curled as he stepped away. "I must check my spells. Brothers find out for me what I desire to know." Voldemort called to Nagini and together they withdrew to the mansion on the hill.
The Death Eaters converged on Snape. Tears of fear ran freely down his face-- Snape closed his eyes.