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WARNING! Trigger: there are scenes of torture and suffering later; among them, threats against children. If you prefer an edited summary of the scene, please contact me.

Translation by Jessinthedungeons.


Chapter 22 - From the perspective of my ending


If there was one thing I was ever going to be proud of, it was that I lived long enough to see my godson regret ever agreeing to the stigma of purebloods. I would be proud of this boy for the rest of my life. And I would do anything so that he was free and could live in peace with his son.

Today, I had a proof of how much Draco listens to me and no longer has any shadow of the prejudiced boy he once was. I know this because I am standing in front of Lucius Malfoy while one of his men holds a blade to the throat of a little boy with wide eyes. But a little black-haired boy, dyed with muggle hair-dying products. A disguise that only someone without prejudiced barriers, would make on their own child. I came here to get this kid to safety. But it was too late. Our only asset is that Lucius has no idea who Scorpius is.

Lucius's pale face was a mask of coldness, even with the slight smile adorning his face. I hated him even more when I saw Scorpius, an innocent child, tremble with fear as he faced his father, who had just arrived with me. Draco was motionless as death when he saw his son in the hands of these monsters.

I forced a half-smile to my mouth as I pushed the fury in me into a box hidden deep in my mind.

— It's not so impressive to be a villain if what you're going to do is threaten children, Lucius.

The Malfoy patriarch magnified the irony in his smile.

— What a joy to discover that you still admire me, Severus. I miss your ironic tone, if you want to know. I used to have fun remembering your morning acidity. When it wasn't addressed to me, obviously. — Lucius commented casually. — But finding the location of this place wasn't my job.

The leader of the rebel faction bowed his head, subtly sliding some of his long blond strands down one shoulder. And as if in response, Ronald Weasley appeared on the threshold of one of the doors of the house, the door that I knew, led to the corridor of the rooms. I noticed with satisfaction when his eyes perceived the scene before us, his eyes turning from triumph to despair to notice, with horror, that neither I nor Draco were in a position of capture, but rather, a child.

Lucius turned his gaze away from me, staring at Draco now, who kept his gaze fixed on Scorpius. With his leader's attention elsewhere, Weasley stood by me, as if we were somehow allying in that. He was not a Legilimens and we were not facing each other, so that I could look him in the eye and have the pleasure of planting in his head the mental image of death that I had prepared for him.

Lucius's cold voice cut through the silence that had settled between us.

— Looks like this is a casual scene between us now, son.

Draco's face remained impassive. Without looking away from Scorpius, he answered his own father:

— Let the boy go!

A low, hoarse laugh came out of Lucius.

— Ah. — My stomach rolled when the voice of the man I once considered a friend, sounded, as he turned to Scorpius. — Everyone here is a kid's slob. A former heir to the pure-bloods, a half-blood scum who shames wizards and... even my right arm, it seems. — He concluded, looking scornfully at Weasley.

I was tense when I realized that the redhead was barely breathing next to me. Lucius bent down in front of the boy and played with a lock of the hair now painted black and I said a silent prayer to any entity that existed in this world or above him, that he not recognizes himself in the gray eyes of the little boy. Scorpius shuddered to the touch and a wave of power roared inside me and I needed all my concentration to sink it back into my magical core.

— Weasley did not expect that there would be a child here when he summoned me to the location of my esteemed son.

— I apologize. — Said the redhead next to me.

I didn't know if the apology was for me, Draco, or for the little boy himself, whose eyes were still wide with fear.

— A lovely child, right? — Lucius continued. — You were that size the first time you challenged me, Draco.

My godson growled a curse.

— Well...— I was the one who started the negotiation with Lucius. — You did not drag your admirable figure here for anything. So, let's get to the bottom of it. What do you want to let the child go?

That aristocratic smile twitched Lucius's lips again.

— What should I demand as payment for the boy? — pondered Malfoy, taking a few steps towards us, with the proud grace of those who discussed time, not the life of an innocent child. — Why doesn't my right arm tell me? You've been so busy, Weasley, really, really busy these last few months.

As he lowered his head, the traitor's voice came out hoarse.

— I did what you told me, sir.

— So, here's my son, but where are those potion bottles?

The potion. I knew exactly which potion they were talking about.

Weasley pointed his chin toward me.

— He produces it.

— Weasley. — Draco growled in warning.

I finally turned my head to face Ronald. The redhead who once was one of my worst students at Potions. But he didn't look back at me or Draco. He not even recognized our existence by continuing:

— He presented the Potters with four bottles of it.

— Weasley. — Draco growled again.

— Shut up. — Weasley said in response.

Lucius's gaze turned once again to Scorpius.

— Knowledge about a potion, in exchange for a child who seems important to you all.

The fire in my veins roared again.

— Don't you have better things to do than terrorize little children? Free the boy and let's solve it in a fun way. — Flames danced at my fingertips as I stepped forward, bumping Draco with the side of my body, forcing him to retreat away from his father. — Do you want to play with fire, Lucius?

I cast a look over my shoulder at Draco, begging with my gaze that he take Scorpius and run away, as soon as I attacked Lucius.

— I don't think you're a suitable playmate at the moment, Severus. Not when your magic is almost exhausted. You think my trip to Hogwarts was just to kidnap an old woman? I may no longer have powers, but the knowledge I acquired in my education remains in my head. — He smiled ironic and I had even more desire to summon a rock to crush that debauched smile of his. — Elemental magic makes a wizard exhaust himself much faster than normal Magic. You were exhausted after killing the men I took with me to the castle.

A trap. Capturing Minerva was a big, malicious trap to drain my power. Even so, I raised an eyebrow ironically at him.

— Did you take a herd of pigs to slaughter just to attract my attention? — I asked, skeptic.

— I took a herd to see if you would face the challenge and show what you tried so hard to hide. Apparently, your power surpasses that of any half-blood Wizard. — Lucius confessed.

He sacrificed his own pawns to compel me to make a display of power. Minerva was just a bait for me. Lucius was completely insane.

— Uncle? — Scorpius whispered, not understanding anything of what was being discussed. I mentally thanked Merlin that he was a kid smart enough to address me as his uncle, than Draco with "daddy". — Can you already do magic?

Neither I nor Draco answered. The flames around my fingers increased and enveloped my hand. Lucius looked at them, then at Scorpius, still in the point of the rebel soldier's blade.

— Get out of range. — I hissed to Draco, who retreated, but kept his merciless gaze at his father's every move.

— You can't expect to win, Severus. — Declared Lucius, seeming finally willing to negotiate the move.

— At least I'll have fun until the end comes. — I answered back, with the flames now reaching my shoulders.

— I have no interest in killing him. — Lucius hummed.

And finally, the fury inside me won and I exploded. Flames shot up, hot and golden, but a black shield automatically protruded around Malfoy. The shock of my fire against that black wall made the walls shudder.

The guard was thrown to the ground, and Draco moved fast, before the man knew it, blood gushed from his neck, when my godson took the blade from his hand and cut his throat. Two others fell upon Draco, but met the same end. My young Slytherin was wild and covered in blood when he was finally stopped by two other rebel men. So far, I had counted twelve of them, for only two of us.

I had not realized that Weasley had come out of my side and ran to Scorpius, putting him in his arms, who was struggling in his grip.

— Weasley, hold the boy! — Ordered Lucius, calmly, without even looking in his direction. — And don't have any heroic, dumb idea about running away with him.

The redhead stood completely motionless, holding Scorpius even tighter. My flames attacked stronger and hotter than before. Pure hate blowing them into my hands when I realized that Weasley had delivered some bottle of my potion to Lucius, so that he could have cast this shield spell around himself.

— Uncle. — Pleaded Scorpius, finally starting to cry.

Hearing his cry destabilized me and my flames were extinguished. The darkness of Lucius's shield spell struck me hard, flinging my body back. I got up in time to avoid the next wave of dark magic that he launched at me from the left, I recognized the brightness of the Sectumsempra and I blocked it with the counter-curse.

But I did not see the blow from the right. Draco shouted in warning, but too late. One of the soldiers, hit me with a Flagrum. I fell to my knees from the impact of the pain that tore my side and Lucius did not waste the advantage and immediately hit me with a Cruciatus. I rang my teeth, avoiding screaming in front of the little boy who lost himself in tears, while the dark power of the curse hit me in full force and my body struggled on the ground.

Blood dripped from my nose, staining the light wooden floor, when Lucius finally stopped the curse. I tried to get up, but my legs had given up. The blond man fired strings from his wand and they tangled in my throat, choking me.

— How does it feel, Severus, to know that it was you who developed the potion that made me be able to torture you? — Lucius said. — A potion that will make me beat you.

The ropes wrapped tightly around my neck, cutting off my air supply. My magical instinct conjured burning flames to consume the bonds, but a movement of Lucius's wand sent me back into the spiral of pain of yet another Cruciatus, as powerful as the first. The curse enveloped me again and dragged me to the edge of a painful precipice. This time, I couldn't contain the screams.

— Leave him! — I could hear Draco's request.

Lucius turned to his son, still holding the wand and the cruciatus on me.

— As if I were going to answer the request of a blood traitor. — He growled at his son and increased the intensity of the curse even more. — Do you really like to play the little employee of a half-blood, Draco, or do you do it just to affront me?

— Stop it, Lucius! — Draco begged. — Please!

— Lucius? — Hummed the older blond. — Not Dad? Even disinherited, I expected you to maintain the respect for me. Maybe you spent too much time with your half-blood bastard as a boss?

Lucius finally stopped the curse. My mind felt like melted jelly, too dulled by the pain of my muscles and bones. I curled on my side, blood dripping from my two nostrils and mouth, preventing air from entering my lungs. I coughed, trying to expel the bleeding faster and pull myself together. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Draco's attempt to come to me, but a spell froze him in place.

— I don't think so. — Declared Malfoy.

I gasped, trying once again to take a breath, and blinked my eyes, which seemed glassy from the fog of pain, and slid them to Weasley's. My bloody and cracked mouth forming the words "save him" to him, begging for some humanity in that idiot to make him pity a child.

Nothing.

My arms trembled as I tried to get up. I couldn't remember the last time I had a Cruciatus attack for so long. My concentration was in shambles and I noticed that Lucius was right, I was exhausted, no complex magic none swirled in my veins.

— Free the child, please! — Begged Draco again.

The father smiled at him. — I have no interest in killing little children. What kind of person do you think I am?

— Did you kill the people who took care of him? — Asked the younger blond.

Lucius's eyes were cold when he nodded. — Muggles are never welcome in my meetings with my son.

I could see sadness flood Draco's eyes, but his focus remained on Lucius.

— Please let Severus get the boy out of here and I'll come home with you.

— Home? — Lucius asked. — Is Malfoy manor still your home?

— Yes, Lucius. — Answered Draco, meanwhile. — That's where my mother is.

— Your mother... — repeated Lucius. — Yes, you still honor her by calling her mother, while I'm just Lucius, isn't it? We will talk about your disregard for me at another time. — He finished, turning to me again. — Get up!

I tried, but my body failed. Lucius issued a disgusted snap with his tongue, and a movement of his hand made one of his men shake his hand over my right arm and put me to my feet. My vision clouded by pain became clear as I filled myself with cold hatred as I saw him approach me.

— So much talent for potions, so much power in the veins and uses them to help muggles. — Lucius contemplated me, I felt blood still dripping from my mouth while he was standing in front of me.

— You're a muggle too, Lucius. You don't have a shred of magic in your veins and you won't have it for a longer time. Didn't your useless man tell you the duration of the potion's effect? — I spat at his feet.

— Ah, Severus, I know about the duration. Weasley proved to be a valuable spy. Maybe as you yourself were? — The ironic little smile returned to Lucius's mouth. — So, I took precautions.

— Precautions? — I repeated.

— You still don't understand? — Lucius laughed with derision, a sound of triumph. — I will have you by the neck, and whatever I ask of you, you will give me. Or I will attack your partner again. You healed her after my minimally organized attack. Do you think she will stand a chance against a horde of manticores while I keep you in my power?

— I will kill you. — I grunted at him.

— What about that little boy? Black hair and pale skin. Is there a relationship between you and him, Severus? Should I add him to my list of guarantees against your actions? — The slight smile remained.

I did not answer, my eyes teemed with hatred, grief and despair. I saw Lucius being too cruel at times to risk Scorpius's and Hermione's lives.

— Leave him alone. — Whispered Draco.

Lucius ignored him.

— Well? Should I?

— I have no relationship with the child. — I lied, looking at Draco. — His grandparents told me that the boy came from a violent home. That affects me. Before you became a sadist, you used to care about that part of my story as well.

I would throw everything I could to access some part of Lucius that was merciful enough to release Scorpius.

Lucius issued a snap with his tongue.

— What a good and noble protector you are, Severus. — I stared at nothingness, finally gathering my skillful occlumency to make my eyes as expressionless as possible. Lucius continued. — I had not planned for a child to enter this account and you must thank Narcissa for giving me one, after all, being a father, awakens an empathetic and protective side in any man. — He looked at Draco, with none of the feelings he had just elucidated expressed in his face. — But still, it doesn't stop me from using it as a bargain, since your... How did you really mean it, Severus? — He gave another one of his ironic smiles. — Oh yes, your woman. Since your amazing woman is not in my hands yet, I will make a trade now.

I stiffened my body and Draco squeaked in warning. The world slowed down and I could hear my own blood roaring in my ears as Lucius just shrugged.

— For I certainly have no plans to waste your skills as a Potion Master. And what I find really interesting is that I don't even need to capture your know-it-all right now. But since I doubt that you will remain with me on your own free will, not without trying to kill yourself first, I will let you have a choice. — Malfoy waved one hand and I prepared. — Antonin.

I got stiff. Weasley subtly took it one step further, with Scorpius in his lap still crying non-stop and stretching his arms towards me and Draco.

With the whip that had hit me in the hand, Antonin came out of the cluster of men behind me and walked to Lucius's side. His characteristic sadistic cruelty, shining in the dark eyes and a sneer of mockery stamping his face as he looked at me to notice the drops of my blood on the sharp thorns of the spheres of the Flagrum.

— Allow me to tell you something you don't know about our former teammate. — Said Lucius. — With the loss of our magic, Antonin needed to train muggle-style skills. Of course, you had a taste of our adored Cruciatus today, achieved through your fabulous potion. But while we were unaware of its existence, Antonin has spent the last few years learning the art of torture, and... perhaps he can demonstrate to you some of the things he learned during his practical classes.

Draco was pale.

— Lucius, I'm begging...

A spell crashed into my godson, pushing him to his knees, forcing his face against the floor. Scorpius cried louder.

— Enough! You will respect me, Draco. — Hissed Lucius, before turning to me again. — I said you have a choice, Severus. And you have. Either voluntarily come with me and become my potion maker while submitting to Antonin's techniques, or... — those gray eyes turned to Weasley and the boy, and I felt Draco let out a sob still kneeling. — Or I'll take you anyway... and bring this cute little child with us. I'm sure Antonin doesn't have the same reservations in mistreating children as mine.

The simple act of breathing made my body ache. Tortured with Cruciatus and without any magical reserve, everything hurt in me. There was nothing left to save me. So, it was not a difficult choice.

— No. — Said Weasley, softly.

The simple act of turning my head radiated pain down my spine. But I looked at Scorpius, who was still crying on Weasley's lap, whose face was white with sheer terror as he looked at Antonin, Lucius and the little boy. Draco did the same; perhaps measuring the chances of how fast it would need to be to save his son. I would negotiate both. Draco would go out with his son, even if I had to kill myself here and now to achieve this.

— Not what, Weasley? — Said Lucius. — Does the child come with us in case Severus decides to play the hero, or my generous offer to leave the kid alone if our beloved Potion Master comes willingly?

It was appalling to know that an innocent child had to be in the target of a sadist in order for Weasley to finally realize the shit he had stuck with.

— The boy... he's innocent. Take Snape and let me take the child somewhere. — The redhead insisted.

Draco finally found his own voice again.

— He's a muggle child. If you don't want any muggles in your way, then leave the kid out of it.

Lucius ignored his own son as he looked at Weasley.

— I order you to stay out of it and watch me, doing nothing. You are not allowed to move or speak until I order you.

Weasley immediately obeyed, stopping attempts to calm Scorpius, who was still crying. Lucius turned to me again.

— Only you can stop it. I have the rebel movement in one hand and I will have you, making potions that give us back the magic, in the other. I'll need to break you first for you to do it willingly. And this movement begins with this choice.

Antonin smiled. Draco stared at his father, who didn't even look in his direction.

— Please, release the boy…

I heard the younger blond beg again and that was too much. Draco did not deserve to suffer anymore.

— I will go with you, if the boy is released together with Draco. — I spoke.

Lucius had my acceptance and surrender. I wouldn't see my godson lose another member of his family.

— We have a deal. — Malfoy bowed his head, triumph dancing on his lips. — Weasley, let the boy go.

Weasley's arms went down and he put the boy on the ground, who ran crying to his father. I looked beside me at the embrace of the boys I managed, with probably my last act of freedom, to protect. They both cried. Draco is finally broken enough by the relief of having his son back in his arms.

And I know more than that. I know the prophecy about Scorpius. The serpent may be Draco as well, he is as outcast as I was, and has been under the Slytherin banner for as long as I was and was brave enough to free himself from our stigmas. The new world we were going to remake would need this kind of courage. If Scorpius was the constellation of prophecy and Hermione the lion, Draco could be the serpent.

— Tell her... — I whispered, trying to find the right words. — Say I'm sorry. — My voice failed, when Draco let out a loud sob and more tears flowed down his already stained face, but he nodded anyway. — Tell Hermione I'm sorry for feeding something that can't be real. Tell her I wish we had had more. — I struggled to keep going, despite my trembling mouth. — Tell her she needs to fight and survive and unleash the magic. And say thank you to her for making her way towards me.

Draco nodded once more, squeezing Scorpius harder against himself.

— Touching words. — Lucius mocked. — Now take this crying boy out of here before I go back in my mercy.

Draco stood up, taking care not to let his son see anything else from that scene, burying the little boy's face in his chest. A sigh of relief came out of me as father and son walked across the room and out the front door

— Now that we no longer have a children's audience, — Lucius stepped closer to me. — kneel down and take off your shirt. — My knees complained as they went down to the ground when I obeyed. — Lower. — I slid my body until my forehead was on the wooden floor. — Excellent.

I realized what was going to happen before the order was given.

— Totts, Weasley. — The two men stepped forward and I did not protest when each held me by an arm and raised me with open arms, as Lucius approached. His breath shook the loose strand of my hair as he spoke: — Ten whippings, Antonin. Let our esteemed Severus experience what awaits him when we arrive at the manor, in case he does not cooperate with the cause. — I stared at Lucius's cruel gaze as he stared into my eyes and smiled, as I heard Antonin pull the Flagrum again. — Why don't you count the number of blows for us, Severus? — I kept my mouth shut, just like my mind. — Count it, or I'll order Antonin to start again every one you miss.

I felt my body betray me and shudder at the threat of Lucius. I knew the pain of whipping, Antonin had attacked me when Lucius distracted me from the left. I know what the toothed spheres feel like tearing off pieces of my flesh. But this time, I was warned and would not allow myself to feel that, I will not allow my soul to feel that pain again. I would fill my head with the sweet dream I've had since Hermione Granger crossed my path.

— Start! — Ordered Lucius.

I breathed in, preparing for the crack and the pain that would hit me, but before my mind was completely overwhelmed by the memory I chose to occupy it and even containing me with the strength of my mental barrier, the brutal blow almost made me scream. I felt the blood run down the back of my pants.

— I want the number, Severus. — Lucius said, still standing in front of me.

I wouldn't. I would not count my misfortune to this sadistic aristocrat.

— Antonin. — Lucius ordered.

Another snap and another wave of pain. I arched my back, and gasped through my clenched teeth. Weasley and his companion pressed more force into my arms to prevent my staggering. Lucius smiled and he and Antonin waited for my count. But I'd die before I did that.

— Again! — Lucius commanded.

Antonin obeyed for seven more times, before a cry of pain escaped from my lips, unable to contain it when the spheres hit the already open, butchered flesh of my back. Another five blows followed, I screamed, but refused to count.

— Again. — Lucius repeated.

— Malfoy... — Weasley muttered. — Maybe it's wise to stop.

— There are still areas without injuries. — Antonin argued.

— It's unwise to stay here. Draco can bring someone. He has contacts in the Wizarding World. — Weasley insisted.

I was too weak to regret being spared more pain by a remark from Weasley. Lucius made a noise of displeasure.

— We will continue later, Antonin. Take him.

When Weasley and his companion dragged me, the movement caused my body to collapse in such pain that darkness invaded my vision. Every inch I was dragged to the back of the house and my feet scraped across the floor, it was as if more whipping hit me. Blood soaked my pants and I figured I'd need a healer to treat the deep wounds the whip caused. A thin sheet of hope filled me with the knowledge that Lucius would not let me die, if he had any interest in me producing the potion of magic. At least, until Hermione released the magic back on earth, I would stay alive.

Hermione.

Thinking about her reminded me that our time together was short. But I would be grateful for the time I was able to meet her. Grateful that I had managed to get into the small part of her private world and watch series and movies with her, laugh in her company, and hear hard truths during our discussions. Grateful to have touched her, either to examine her ribs or to squeeze her against me while kissing her.

I would be grateful for the last few months just for hearing her tell me that she would not break under my hands. I filled my mind with the scene of the two of us at that sunset, and the exact instant she whispered my name in the middle of the kiss when I touched her intimately. I didn't protest when Lucius grabbed my wrist and apparated us to the manor. And not even when he threw me on a putrid bed in the dungeons.


My feet had barely touched the floor of my small living room, when I looked around the space and recognized Draco's blond hair as soon as I saw him sitting on the couch. Dean, Remus, and Harry entered behind me, skirted the furniture, and found myself staring at a tender scene in front of me: Scorpius slept soundly, buried in the chest of his father, who stared at my television off, while sliding his hand affectionately down his son's back.

— Did Severus let you in? — I said in the form of greeting to the blonde, who finally looked away from the dark screen and stared at me. — Where is he?

It was only after my question that I noticed the emotions on Draco's face. Grief and anger, or a mixture of these two, punctuated by sheer panic. I could almost hear the breaking of my heart when my former school enemy spoke:

— Lucius took him. — Two thick tears descended through each of Draco's gray eyes.

— How? — My voice failed when I asked the question. My eyes rose from Draco to the three men standing, standing in my room. — Dean?

— He gave himself in exchange for Scorpius and me. — Draco spoke again. The voice thick for emotion. — So, we could both escape. — He stared at me, his gaze now loaded with agony and despair. — I'm sorry.

Harry caught me before my knees hit the ground. And he held me tight for every minute Dean narrated that Severus had sent him and Harry to pick me up as soon as he remembered the Southern Hemisphere solstice. — He himself would have gone to get her, if he did not have to put Scorpius to safety— said Dean. But it was a trap.

— I'm sorry. — Draco muttered.

I remembered Severus's words telling me that the odds were bad. And that he did not want to tell me anything that he could not fulfill, and I knew that he was waiting for the moment when everything would go wrong and he would not live to have a happy story. As in the past. Severus didn't expect us to have time. That's what he wanted to tell me before I left for Brazil. He didn't expect to live long enough until our happy ending.

But I wouldn't accept that. I would not accept for a second that he had opened the guard for me and I had invaded his space and told him that he deserved me, for in the end, Lucius bastard Malfoy separate us. I will never accept that this is our destiny. I will not release the magic back to a world where I cannot live with Severus.

— What do we do now? — Asked Remus.

I stared at him when all the men in the room looked at me.

— Dean goes with you to rescue Minerva. — I told the werewolf. — He's a level nine. You will be in good company. — Dean nodded at me and looked away at Harry. — We will apparate to Bamburgh and I will put the Fidelius in your home and…

— We don't live there anymore. — Harry interrupted me. — Ron... he was present when they captured Severus. It was he who gave them Draco's location. — Hatred boiled inside me, Harry noticed my change of mood. — The only point in his favor is that he had no idea that there would be a child there and begged Lucius to let the boy go.

— He will get what he deserves. Let's forget the little traitor for the hour. — I said coldly. — I need you and Ginny to be under the Fidelius spell to take care of Scorpius. Will you do that for us, Harry?

— Yes. — My friend answered me, no hesitation in his voice.

I looked at Draco, who did not protest when he saw me negotiate his son like this. I know he used to be as smart as I was at Hogwarts and had already imagined what I intended.

— You will go to the Malfoy manor. — I said, and Draco still didn't say anything. — And you will use your Slytherin cunning to convince your mother to tell us where Lucius is keeping Severus. And as soon as you find out, you tell me.

Draco nodded. The fingers were still running non-stop, up and down the back of the sleeping boy and oblivious to everything we were planning there.

— What are you going to do with the information, Granger? — Draco's voice finally echoed through the silence of the room.

— I'm going to rescue Severus. And I will keep my promise to you: I will burn that place to the ground while I hear your father beg for mercy.


Final Notes


1. The riddle in the WhatsApp group was the following: there will be the appearance of an item, something that can be used to cause sensations, both good and bad. This thing appears in some moments of the Bible. The right answer would be "lashing or whipping", which can be used for pain or pleasure (in BDSM scenes).

2. The link there is a picture of what a Flagrum looks like, can be found in: survianafics. carrd. co

3. I apologize for the shorter chapter.

Translation by Jessinthedungeons.