The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair
Disclaimer: Don't own them… JK does…
Author's Note: S.c.ou.s.er.4.li.f.e: Well, I liked the trailers and I'm very excited about. I heard they used CG to erase Daniel Radcliffe's pimples… The Dragonclaw Mistress: I too am of the opinion that Death Eaters must be really evil and cruel. There some fic writers that make then goofy or even who make then look like they were fooled by Voldemort. In my opinion they are bad. And they are bad because they are racists and intolerant.
SEVERUS
Severus felt his cracked ribs hurt as he breathed. He had always known Sirius was gifted in hurting people, but as the Dark Lord's medwizards had trouble in mending his bones and took 6 hours to rebuilt the joint of his right knee that had been totally destroyed, he got to the conclusion that his lover was a real artist.
Few people could cause this much damage without using a wand and that was an art. Severus sighed. His ribs hurt. His upper lip twitched. If Draco was in the room he would see that lip twitch for the smile it really was.
It faded as the thin robbed figure entered the room and sat on his bed. He felt his skin crawl but he too was an artist in his field. He was a master of deception. He managed even to fake a smile as skeleton-thin fingers touched his face. He wanted to puke.
"Dear Severus…" Said the lipless mouth. The red eyes, tender, in their own disgusting way.
"Yes, my Lord." Breathed weakly the man laid on the bed.
"Don't talk, my friend. You must keep your strength. You braved them alone and here you are. You are honored. A real companion, not one more coward, crawling at my feet."
"It was a trap." He forced himself to speak through the pain. "They… knew we were coming… Hogsmeade… was… empty. Potter… Potter… lead them."
"Shush." Said the Voldemort holding Severus hand in both of his. "I told you to keep your strength. I'm gonna hunt them down, you'll see. We'll find the traitor. Sleep now. They will pay for what they did."
Severus nodded seeming satisfied as sleep claimed him. His beating was what was needed to make the Dark Lord make his move. An passionate illogical thoughtless move.
Yes, this War was to end sooner than expected.