Bill sat beside the bed Severina was resting on, his head laying near her abdomen. He was dozing, unaware of the hand she had placed on his head. He also missed the opening of the door, and the entrance of four Death Eaters. She immediately struggled to get up to defend herself and Bill. Her movements woke Bill, who became immediately alert.
"No! Not again!" Severina had no want to feel the torture again. "I don't know anything!" She stopped her ideas of defense and scrambled away. "I have nothing to give!" She spoke the truth. As far as she knew, she knew nothing they could want.
"Leave her alone, you assholes," Bill growled at them, moving to stand between them and Severina. He had never wanted his wand so bad in his life. The 'lead' Death Eater motioned two of the others to get Severina, ignoring Bill for the moment. "Leave her alone." He tried to keep them from her. "Pick on me, or are you not man enough?"
He did not have to see the smirk behind the white mask. He could hear it in the man's voice. "We intend to have fun with you both."
Bill snarled, "Fucking assholes. Leave her alone." He struggled against the Death Eaters. Severina had resigned to her fate, letting them get a hold of her. The sooner she let them, the sooner it was over.
The Death Eaters stunned and silenced Bill before grabbing them both. They took them from the room to where they had taken Severina before. Bill was thrown into a chair and bound to it, watching as they chained Severina to the wall where her dried blood still hung from the time before. Bill screamed even if he could not be heard as she was cut, beat, and cursed. She just let them do what they wanted, not saying anything. Her words would not help, and would likely have made things worse.
At Hogwarts, Harry felt everything, saw everything. He screamed in pain of both his body and his heart. He thrashed on the bed unable to do anything else. Remus tried to find some way to help him, holding him as still as he could so Harry could not hurt himself. Nothing he did could calm Harry down. He cried openly for Harry as Harry openly cried in his pain, screaming in agony.
After quite some time, they unchained Severina and unbound Bill. He was placed in the chains as she was bound to the chair. They removed the silence charm on Bill and left Severina uncharmed. She screamed at them to leave him alone, that neither of them knew anything they could want. She pleaded that it was obvious they wanted her, not him, and to let him go. They said nothing, enjoying her pleas. They needed something to hear as Bill refused to give them the satisfaction of any sound from him.
Remus watched Harry, his heart breaking. He wanted nothing more than to remove the pain from him and punish those that caused it. He looked up at Severus, who felt something crack inside himself at the look in the werewolf's eyes. "If we take away the stone . . . " He was hard to hear over Harry's pleas.
"Stop them please . . . no more . . . please . . . leave them alone . . . " He was sobbing, pleading as he thrashed on the bed. If Remus had not been holding onto him, he would have likely ended in the floor.
Severus said nothing, reaching out and ripping the stone away from Harry. As he did this, Harry let out an ear-piercing scream as Severina was hit with Crucio. He went still. He twitched slightly. His tired, pained eyed looked to Remus. "Why can't they leave her alone?" His voice was a pained whisper.
Remus fell to his knees by Harry and held onto the boy. "I don't know." Tears fell from his eyes. He felt Severus place a hand on his shoulder, knowing the other man was in pain, too. He had experienced what was happening to his only child. He knew what was going on all too well. Remus took one of his hands and placed it on Severus'. His other hand kept a tight hold on Harry's. "By hurting one, they hurt us all. They know not that pain. They care not for life or family and friends and feel joy only by destroying such things.
"By the time this is over," Severus spoke up, "they will know pain. I promise that." His voice was deadly as were his eyes.
Remus looked up at him. "As do I." His eyes flashed from amber to yellow for a second. "I know pain, am intimate with it. I know just how to use it." He looked back to Harry.
"I just want Rina back. Doesn't matter about the rest." Harry was growing more tired. He just wanted his sister back. Was that too much to ask?
"As much as I tell myself that, Moony wants their blood," Remus told him as he gritted his teeth. He wanted blood, too, but nothing like the werewolf. He watched as Harry barely nodded as he lost to the wariness of his body, of his spirit.
Finally, Bill and Severina were carted back to their room. They were thrown carelessly to the floor and left. Bill's arm was broken, and Severina could hardly move. She struggled to crawl over to him. He seemed dazed. "Bill?"
"Yeah, beautiful?" His eyes were both swollen shut. He looked in the direction he thought she was unable to see her.
"Let me help you to the bed." She tried to stand, taking many attempts to find the ability to do so.
"No, I can do it myself." He moved to sit up, hissing as his arm moved and had never felt so bad in his life.
"Be careful of that arm," she warned him as he hobbled blindly to the bed. She wanted to help him but she could barely help herself. She pulled herself to the bed slowly.
"You need to lie down and rest." He more fell than laid down. He hissed again as his arm was painfully jarred.
"I have to set your arm first." She made to take it and do so but he stopped her.
"No. I want you to lie down." He could live with his arm hurting, but unable to see, he had no idea what shape she was in. He did not want to take chances.
"Bill," she growled as best she could the way she was feeling. A Snape could growl in any situation. She ignored his innocent 'yes'. "I'll lie down as soon as I see to that arm. Is anything else broken?"
"I don't think so." He wanted desperately to be able to see, to make sure she was well. He wanted to trust her but he had seen what they had done to her, had heard them curse her a few times.
She took his arm. "This will hurt." Her voice was laced with sympathy but determined.
"No shit," he answered dryly. His arm already hurt. Just touching it hurt. He knew her setting it was going to be excruciating. He listened as she broke a chair, though he had no idea what it was she broke. He then heard the sound of fabric ripping as she ripped the tatty sheet he was laying on. Then his mind knew only pain for a moment as she set his arm best she could by hand and splinted his arm with the wood, fabric, and the lace from her bodice top.
"That will have to suffice for now." She gently kissed his fingers. "I'm sorry you were dragged into this."
"You could give me a reward." He grinned despite the situation. Worst over, at least for the time being, he would focus on getting her mind, and his, off what was going on.
"A reward?" Her voice was puzzled. Was he going mad? Had they hit him in the head too many times?
"Yeah." He leaned into the fingers she ran into his hair.
"Anything." After all, he deserved as much. He was in a place he would not be if not for her. He was being tortured because of her and was likely going to die because of her.
"A kiss." He grinned like a loon, or as close as his swollen face would let. He felt her kiss his left cheek. "More to the right." He was rewarded with a kiss to his right cheek. "Little to the left." She kissed the tip of his nose. If he wanted to play, she would play for the moment, glad with the distraction. "Little lower." She kissed his chin. "Little higher." She kissed his forehead. "Little lower again." She very gently kissed one swollen eye. "Ow ow ow."
"I'm sorry." She frowned as she kissed his left cheek again before a chaste kiss to his lips. She then sat back from him.
"Could do that again," he suggested. He could feel her pulling away from him in ways other than physical. The silence in the room was not light.
"Rest," she told him, putting a finger to his lips.
"Kiss," he countered.
She kept her finger on his lips, saying nothing. He started to make kissing sounds, puckering his lips. "That finger is going to love you," she told him wryly.
"Well, if someone would give me their lips, I guarantee those lips will love me, too." He grinned again. He wanted to taste her lips as much as he wanted to distract her. The light touch earlier had not been enough for him.
"Really! Who would cut their lips off to give them to you?" She asked in mock indignation.
"I don't know." He continued to grin before licking her finger. She quickly pulled her hand away from him. "Where are those lips?" He tried to push himself up to find her.
Gently, she pushed him down. "Scoot over." She laid down beside him. She then cradled his face gently, leaning in so he can feel her breath.
"Don't keep an injured person waiting." The joke served backwards. His attempt to lighten the mood only reminded her of everything. He was given another chaste kiss. He used his good hand to stop her as she made to move back from him. "More."
"No. You need rest, Bill." She was not going to do this in such a place, especially not having known him very long as it was.
"Need you." He pulled her face toward his again, ignoring the growled 'Bill' that escaped her before their lips met again. He kissed her deeper than she had him. She caught herself just as she started to kiss back, pushing on his chest gently to get her mouth from his. "What's wrong?"
"I know it wasn't my hand, but I did this to you." Her voice was apologetic. With that on her mind, she could not do what he wanted. She could not understand how he wanted it in the first place.
"That is NOT what I'm thinking about right now." He moved to pull her face back to his but she stopped him.
"You can't see me." She smiled at him sadly.
"I know what you look like," he countered. He then remembered something. "You got your kiss, I want my piercing." She sighed and took his hand, leading it from behind her head down over her shoulder to her breast. He pulled his hand from hers and cupped her breast. "Do I get to play with it?" He sounded hopeful.
"Play away." Her voice was soft but laced with not so much reluctance as her feelings that it was not the time or place. He either did not hear it or ignored it as he slid his fingers under the fabric of her bra. "You should really rest."
He again tried to lift himself up, hissing as his arm had too much pressure placed on it. "I could think of better things to do since we're both here."
"Not here." Her voice was forceful, Snapish. The subject was closed as far as she was concerned. Letting him fondle her breast was far enough for the moment.
"We need to keep our minds off other things somehow," he told her. "What better way?" He stroked her breast again.
"This place would cheapen and sully anything we do." She was not giving in.
He sighed and dropped his hand from her. "You're no fun." He would have stared at the ceiling if he could.
"I am sorry." Though in truth she really was not.
"Don't be. You're right. Besides, I'd rather see every beautiful inch of you as much fun as it would be to feel my way around." He could feel his body pulling him toward sleep.
"I've never had anyone praise me the way you do," she informed him in slight surprise. Only her father ever got close, and it had been years since she had heard him do so.
"I'll have to do it more often." He grinned. "If only you knew what was going on in my head."
"I have a pretty good idea," she replied dryly. "Rest, Bill." She curled against his side for warmth.
"At least I got your mind off things for a little while." He paused. "Your hesitation . . . Are you . . . I mean, have you ever . . . " He had never asked a girl this before.
She raised her head. "Yes and no. One answers the other and to ask both is redundant. It changes nothing."
"You're right. I still want in your tight little pants." His smile was in his voice as much as on his face.
"Rest," was all she said. She was saying no more no matter what more he said. Luckily for her, he said no more. He kissed the top of her head, once he found it. They both fell asleep, neither really dreaming but neither sleeping well either. They could only hope they were found soon. Severina had no doubt one or two more sessions would result in first his then her death.
