Amelia's head hit the wood floor with a resounding thud. Had it been stone, it surely would have cracked. She scrunched her eyes in pain and tried to sit up, the entire room spinning and her eyes shifting in and out of focus. 'Get out of here! Get out of here!' she kept telling herself as she clutched at the wall beside her.

As her eyes began to focus, they landed on a squat, hunched man. His eyes were small and full of hate, the same twisted grin she saw moments earlier plastered to his round face. Behind him was a stocky woman with the same twisted snear.

"W-Who are you?" Amelia asked, knowing an answer was unlikely.

"Awe...she seems scared." The man said to the woman behind him. "You don recognize me lovely?" He asked in feigned sweetness. A dirty stubby finger traced the side of Amelia's face. She closed her eyes as a stray tear escaped.

He pressed his face against hers causing her to jump back but she was trapped between him and the wall. His putrid breath came out in wheezes. Amelia squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to push her head away from his. "Don you remember how you used to pet me feathers. You was so gentle you was. I can be gentle." He whispered roughly in her ear as his hand slowly began groping her breast.

At that her eyes shot open, now understanding exactly who this person was. "You're pathetic." Amelia hissed.

Amycus pushed her towards the corner of the room and flourished his wand about. A pair of shackles found their way around her ankles as Amelia began running towards him causing her to fall. She yanked at the shackles and began yelling obscenities at the two death eaters.

"I SWEAR TO GOD HE'S GOING TO FIND YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!" Amelia screamed. It's all she could think to do. Her wand gone and the iron shackles becoming heavier and heavier with each tug, Amelia dropped them to the ground and bowed her head. 'this can't be happening. Severus where are you?'

Amycus squated in front of her. The smell radiating off of him was making Amelia's stomach roll uncomfortably. "You know...I hope he does find me an when he does." He pulled Amelia's head up by her hair, his eyes wild. "he's gonna watch me fuck your bleedin corpse."

Amelia spit on his face and watched it turn from an ashen white to an angry red. He grabbed her shoulders and yanked her off the floor only to punch her square on the side of her head. Once again Amelia hit the ground with force and before she could defend herself a large boot came into contact with her stomach over and over again. Amelia groaned and gasped as the relentless assault on her body continued for what seemed like hours. Her insides were on fire and the air was knocked out of her with every blow.

She could feel a few ribs crack with his final kick. Amelia laid there motionless, cradling her face and stomach with her arms and legs. Amycus spit on the floor next to her bleeding face and left the room. A second pair of boots could be heard leaving and slamming the door with so much force that dust fell from the ceiling above. Covering Amelia's shaking form.

Amelia laid there and counted the steps as they walked down the stairs and listened to them shuffling around the old house. She hoped it would give her some clue of where she was or how she could escape.

Once her breathing returned to normal, Amelia slowly pushed herself off the floor, a thin stand of blood feel from her mouth. Her body screaming in pain and protesting with every move. Once on all fours, bile rose from her stomach and she vomited, streaks of red throughout it.

Taking another deep breath, Amelia stood, leaning against the wall for support as she took in her surroundings. She couldn't believe it. There was nothing in the room except a three inch layer of dust and some cobwebs. A small dinghy window was the only source of light. The thick layer of muck on it casting everything in a grey shadow. The gloomy light blue walls were old and damaged with holes spilling out old insulation and drywall. The barren room was cold and miserable. There was nothing here and she had no way of freeing herself.

Amelia sat in the corner, tucking her knees up to her bruised chest and sobbed quietly. "I can't die in here." She whispered to herself as she ran her hands up and down her legs for comfort.

The door to the kitchen slowly opened, revealing a completely destroyed house. Harry and Lupin entered first followed by the rest of the order. The slumped form of Severus Snape sat on the floor in the middle of the living room. The table that used to occupy that spot was tipped over. Its contents flung across the room. Pictures were ripped from the walls and broken glass and shredded books littered the floor.

Molly's casserole covered one wall with a large hole in it. Every inch of the living space was a mess.

It was silent in the house as everyone stood and stared, imagining how it came to be such a disaster.

"Severus?" Harry tried. Slowly he walked towards the back of him and reached out a hand. "Sir?" As his hand made contact with Severus's back, the latter flinched and tucked his head further down.

"Severus it's us. What happened?" Lupin asked quietly.

"They took Amelia." he whispered. "They...They grabbed her and..." his voice broke as he spoke. "and s-shes gone." His head was pounding from his hurricane of a tantrum. The feeling of losing yet again another that he cares for, another that he loves because of his doing was too much for him. Severus's calm, cool and collected exterior was cracking and he didn't care who was in the room.

"Who took her Severus?" Harry asked as he came around to look him in the eyes. He crouched in front of him and placed a consoling hand on his shoulder. "Who was it?"

Severus lifted his head and Harry was taken aback by what he saw. Pain and sorrow etched into every line of his face and his eyes were swollen and red. A trickle of blood ran down his cheek from a small cut under his eye. He looked as if he had aged 100 years, he looked as if Harry had delved back into his most private memories and he was watching him discover his dead mother for the first time. Or watching him crumble in Dumbledores office as the latter was accused of not doing enough to protect her.

The pain and misery was palpable.

With as much poison as he could, he hissed "Amycus Carrow"