(These are not my characters or my universe. The following is thoughts on the series)

A quick snap made Snape snap awake only to fall back asleep, only to not know what was really going on.

He snapped awake again, but it was wet this time, and he was bound in a chair, bound with chains...

He woke up for good this time, and he looked around the room. The only light was shining directly down onto him, and the rest was covered in shadow. His head was dropped onto his chest, and water dripped onto him.

'Good, keep him awake.'

Snape knew that voice all too well. Voldemort.

'I shall master.'

Snape knew that voice too well again. Lucius.

'I see you've gotten yourself out of prison.' Snape said this is a darkly monotone voice. 'You were safer there.'

Lucius Malfoy walked out of the shadows. He looked paler, if that were possible, and looked not only thin, but underfed. Lucius reached out with a leather gloved hand, and smacked Snape hard enough to break the skin. A trickle of blood ran down Snape's cheek.

'Who do you think you are?' Lucius had that same evil glare in his eye. 'I serve the Dark Lord, and was imprisoned for it, all while you stayed all safe and happy at Hogwarts.' His hands gestures were the same that Draco used when he was angry. 'I endure Dementors, madness, and those, those, creatures of men. How dare you call yourself Death Eater, you traitor, you foul - '

'How dare you call me a Death Eater, Lucius, so go hide in your corner and wait for your lord to instruct your every move.'

A dark malice grew in his eyes.

'Where is the boy?' Lucius was on fire now. 'Where is Harry Potter?'

'I don't know.'

'Don't lie to me Snape!'

'The boy was left in my house last night. In the living room.'

'We checked the room! We checked the whole house!' Lucius moved forward, putting his face inches from Snape's, thrusting his wand into Snape's throat. 'Where are you hiding the boy?'

'I left him there.. Wormtail.' This last word he spoke was under his breath.

'What was that?'

'I left him there.'

'No, you said something else.'

'I said nothing.'

Lucius moved back from him, keeping his eyes on Snape.

'Dumbledore has perverted - '

'Dumbledore is dead.' Snape shouted, with an odd bit of apathy in his voice.

'I see my son has succeeded.'

'Your son was too weak. I did it.'

'Oh. I see. You feel my son not good enough, but let me tell you, Draco will be victorious against filth like you any day.' Lucius shoved his nose into the air, pushing out his chest. 'My son can be proud enough to know that he is on the winning side, which filth like you can't.'

'HOLD YOUR TONGUE!' Snape roared, making the chains tighten around him. 'I would never be proud to know annihilation!'

'Where is the Potter boy, Severus?' Voldemort made his grand appearance, walking out of the shadows looking at his hand. Swirling his cape, he stopped.

'Esthetics cannot help you win this war, Tom.'

'That man is dead. He was weak, I am strong. He was foolish, I am wise.'

'Not as wise as Dumbledore was!'

'The wise can cheat death!'

'Only a fool would want to live forever! Want to see all he cared for, all his friends crumble, then have to rebuilt your whole life.'

'Only a fool would make so friends.' Voldemort's eyes were wild with emotion.

'Only because you were never good enough to associate yourself with others.'

'Severus, Severus, Severus. You cannot know the pressures of being in a position of such power, such amazing power, power to crumble those who find it necessary to endlessly deny their masters.'

'You are no longer my master. You stated that quite clearly the other day.'

Voldemort's bottom lip quivered from anger.

'I have more - pressing matters to attend to.'

He turned dramatically, leaving with a swift swirl of the cloak.

'Now I can do justice to this filth.' Lucius was far too satisfied at this point.

'First, your wand.'

Snape had completely forgot about his wand at this point, and saw it laying on a small table before him.

Lucius turned away, and Snape concentrated on his wand.

His wand shot into his hand, and he tapped the chains. They wriggled loose, and he crept out of them. Lucius looked, appalled, clearly by the look on his face.

'How - '

Snape thrust his wand into his opponent's throat.

'Tell me now why I should let you live.'

'Because - because, she is alive. You know who I speak of.'

'No that is not possible, I watched her die...'

'So did we all. Yet she lives. I know. I brought her back.'

'Such magic is unspeakable!' Snape was truly bewildered now. 'No, not possible...'

'Fine then. She resides at 13 Knight's Avenue.'

Snape lowered his wand.

'I thought so.' Lucius's sneer was unbelievably annoying.

What happened next was truly madness. Snape lost control, he took his wand, thrusting it upwards into Lucius's jowls, as fresh, warm blood trickled down his throat. He pulled out his wand, wiping the blood on Malfoy's shirt, as he fell to his knees, dying, watching Snape. Severus just stared back into those cold, dead eyes.