The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair
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SEVERUS
As Snape followed the direction indicated by Draco's memory of Granger, his first sight told him he was on the right place. A small group of wizards surrounding a fire. Very concentrated, they chanted unintelligible words in hushed voices.
Five of them. It was really a shame he would have to blow his cover before the final showdown with Voldemort, he thought. He had been so eager to show himself at the end of all. To show how much of a fool had Voldemort really been. But there were more… pressing matters to worry about that needed immediate action.
He looked at the wizards who had their back turned to him. They were so oblivious to everything else. The war raging in the air, Snape killing the Death Eaters who should be protecting them against interruptions and still… They were chanting.
He got near the circle, his chest so close to the man's back that he could almost feel Nott's heat. Severus put his long fingered hand softly on the man's shoulder and as the wizard tried to keep his concentration desperately, Severus smiled. His left hand still held his Death Eater "companion's" shoulder. His right hand firm on the dagger's handle, the dagger's blade deeply imbibed on Nott's flesh. It was almost a sexual experience, killing the old way. No flashlights, no sparkles… Just a caught breath, an almost soundless whimper, a tumbling body and then, a pair of glazed eyes, a hanging mouth and the redness flowing, soaking the ground generously.
He thought of Sirius. Yes, this is what it was all about, he understood at that moment. Severus had thought him insane when Siruus told him, but his lover had been right.
As he used the undulated dagger to expertly finish off his other "mates" he was sure.
They were there to spill blood today.
And blood he would spill.
Gladly.