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CHAPTER 9: TWO HOSTAGES, ONE WEBCAM
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"Now you're going to go in there and not embarrass me, understood!?" Lucius said to his son.
Draco nodded but clenched his fist by his side. He was secretly offended that his father still screamed at him like he was a little child. He was a young man of 17, not an infant. One day Lucius would come to understand that whether he liked it or not.
But for now Draco sullenly followed Lucius back to the throne room and Lucius nodded his head at Voldemort.
"Shall we pick up where we left off?" the Dark Lord asked pleasantly.
"Yes, my lord, sorry for the delay," Lucius eyed Draco sternly before his eyes flicked to Hermione for the briefest of seconds.
He panicked for a moment when he saw that Voldemort had tied her up with duct tape to a chair and removed her socks. Dear Merlin, he hoped Voldemort didn't have in mind the method of torture he had used on Frank and Alice Longbottom. It was how they had lost their minds.
"Hey where did Potter go?" Draco asked as he sat in Voldemort's computer chair and observed the blank screen where previously Harry Potter had been on Skype.
"He said he went for a bathroom break," Voldemort chuckled, "but he'll be back."
Five minutes passed and Potter still had not returned to the computer. Lucius tapped his fingers in boredom and glanced around the room. He was almost annoyed that the mudblood wasn't saying anything. Then again her mouth was covered in duct tape and he had silencioed her.
"Can I go downstairs?" Draco drawled.
"No."
"Can I go pet Voldemort's snake?"
"No!"
"Can I go use Voldemort's sauna?"
"NO!" Lucius snapped. Dear Merlin, the boy was just like mother and aunt, Bella, impetuous and self-indulgent. He should've known better than marrying into the Black family. His son was dangerously like Sirius except without the sense of humour and dark hair.
Lucius gripped his wand tightly, he was very tempted to silencio his only son before he said anything more.
Finally, Harry Potter returned to the Skype screen. But he was not alone. Harry had used his five-minute bathroom break to get Dumbledore and every other Order member he could get a hold of with him. They were all squeezed into Harry's small bedroom as he adjusted his webcam.
Voldemort was furious. "Didn't I tell you not to contact the Order?!"
"I never make negotiations without my representatives," Harry said confidently.
"Exactly," Dumbledore's gravelly voice quipped from Harry's side. "Hello, Tom."
"Albus," Voldemort spat, his snake eyes narrowed in fury.
It enraged Voldemort that Dumbledore was still alive. A year ago, Snape had deceived him into thinking he had killed Dumbledore when he had actually only obliviated the old man and sent him to live on a timeshare in Florida. For an entire year, Dumbledore wore banana shirts and thought his name was Pappy Ganoush. But it was only a matter of time before his face ended up in the papers after he had won Bingo too many times, seemingly by magic, and the Order located him. Everyone thought then that Snape was a spy and Voldemort would kill him but Snape managed to convince Voldemort of his loyalty by a very elaborate lap dance (which earned him the nickname Mata-Hari). But the full story of how Snape managed to return to Voldemort's good book is too long to cover here. Suffice it to say that it was not the first time the potions master had let his lord down and Voldemort killed Lily the first time to get her out of Severus' head. Though no one understood the pair, or what their relationship was, Voldemort refused to let Snape go...
"How is Severus?" Albus Dumbledore grinned, to goad Voldemort.
"Would you leave him OUT of this!"
"But I can't, dear Tom," Dumbledore chuckled, "If you're going to play hostages, it's only fair that the Order have our own hostage."
Suddenly Snape was wheeled out on a computer swivel chair. He was tied up with duct tape, similarly to Hermione, except he looked distinctly bored and didn't seem frightened at all that he had a wand pointed at his face.
"Severus!" the Dark Lord stammered.
"Shit," Lucius swore. This was just what they needed.
"I'm sorry, Tom," Dumbledore smiled, "but you're just going to have start listening to us for a change if you don't want anything happening to him."
"Father, what does this mean?" Draco whispered.
"Would you just shut up?!" Lucius hissed. Draco's cheeks pinkened but he closed his gob shut. Lucius turned to Voldemort, who seemed to be in a state of shock, "My lord, Severus is most probably a spy for the order, it would be unwise if we negotiated with them!"
"It's alright, Lucius," Voldemort said shakily, "They wouldn't dare hurt Severus, he's too important. After all, he's Hogwarts potions master."
"I'm not bluffing," Dumbledore said into the camera, "And I can easily replace him with another potions master...Sorry, Severus!"
"I don't believe you," Voldemort laughed, and Lucius and Draco joined him in laughing.
Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Would you close your eyes for a moment?"
Harry nodded and Dumbledore turned back to the webcam, "I would suggest you do the same Draco. Now if you don't let Hermione go or start negotiating, I'll show you exactly what will happen to Severus!"
"Oh, bother," Snape rolled his eyes.
But Snape winced as Dumbledore grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him hard on the lips. The old man's hand moved down to squeeze the potion master's buttocks and Draco's eyes almost exploded. Draco immediately got out his wand and obliviated himself.
"Nooooooooooooooooooo!" Voldemort's screams were so loud that Harry accidentally opened his eyes a peek, saw what was happening, and also took his wand out to obliviate himself.
"You old fool, do you have any idea what this will cost her?!" Voldemort's face was distorted with rage.
Hermione was wheeled out on her chair before the webcam. Lucius pointed his wand at her and yelled "Crucio!"
Hermione began to shake wildly in the chair but didn't make a sound.
Harry turned to his headmaster in mild panic. "Um Dumbledore shouldn't you stop them?!"
Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry m'boy, Hermione's not in pain, otherwise she'd be screaming."
"Sir, her mouth's covered in duct tape!"
"Harry, I refuse to negotiate with terrorists!"
"But what was that thing you did to Snape that made Voldemort scream?!"
"That was the power of love, Harry! Love is the only thing Voldemort's afraid of because it is the one thing he doesn't understand. Love is more powerful than any of the dark arts."
"Then use more of it!" Harry said desperately.
"Alright," Dumbledore turned to Harry and the Order members. "Would you all clear out of the room?"
Mad-Eye was the only one who protested, "Don't you think you're taking it too far Albus?"
"Nonsense, Alistor, Snape can handle anything I throw at him," he winked at Mad-Eye and the wizened auror grudgingly left the room.
Finally only Dumbledore and Snape remained. With a banana he held threateningly in his hand.
"If you don't release Hermione from the pain and torture you have put her through, I will demonstrate to you the power of love by loving Severus and loving him completely!" Dumbledore announced defiantly to the webcam, his blue eyes twinkling.
Snape began to weep. When he had agreed to play hostage, he had not agreed to do this. Spy duties, be damned. Snapes's eyes filled with tears.
"Lucius do something!" Voldemort yelled madly. Lucius could tell he was going to lose his mind soon.
"What can I do my lord, I have already crucioed and tortured her?!" Lucius replied.
"Do something! Anything! Do what he's doing!"
Lucius eyes widened. "My lord, she's a mudblood, a mudblood cannot be touched, you said it yourself! Surely you cannot expect-"
"LUCIUS JUST DO IT!" The Dark Lord sounded close to crucioing Lucius himself, as he watched Dumbledore violate his potions master.
Lucius gulped and turned to Draco, "Get out of here!"
"But father you wouldn't-"
He sent a stinging hex his way and Draco ran from the room.
Lucius shot a glance at the computer screen where Dumbledore was already getting carried away with Severus and straddling the potions master on the chair for a lapdance and removing his garter socks.
"HURRY!" Voldemort yelled in panic.
Lucius was panicked himself as he approached Hermione's chair. Although she was covered in duct tape, her brown eyes were staring right up at him.
Dear Merlin, he just couldn't do it, he couldn't.
He tried to lean in towards her but even that was too much. He felt his insides threatening to regurtitate his breakfast back up his throat.
"My lord I - I can't do it!"
"I know she's a mudblood, Lucius, but do it this one time! Think of Snape if you have to!"
"But my lord, look at her!"
Voldemort pointed his wand at Hermione and she finally got her normal face back. She no longer looked like the tanning mom with ducklips.
Lucius eyes widened a little. After seeing her look so hideous for so long, she looked far prettier than he remembered.
But she was still a mudblood. Lucius looked into her terrified eyes for a moment knowing exactly how she felt.
"DO IT LUCIUS OR I WILL IMPERIO YOU!" Voldemort warned.
Lucius swallowed his pride before he whipped off his robes and began to dance against her like his life depended on it.
"Good!" Voldemort grinned and spoke directly into the computer's microphone. "Albus, I hate to interrupt but if you continue with your actions, Lucius will continue following a similar course with Granger."
Dumbledore immediately stopped twerking in front of a traumatized Snape and froze as he saw what was going on on the other side of the screen. The headmaster had nothing against violating his teachers but he drew the line at his students.
"GET OFF OF MY STUDENT!" Dumbledore roared and stood up from Snape.
Voldemort smirked in triumph, "GIVE ME BACK MY SNAPE, YOU BITCH!"
He gloated at Dumbledore.
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-end of chapter 9-
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A/N: So I should probably edit this chapter more but if you liked it or found it scary please feel free to say so! I really would LOVE and APPRECIATE some feedback to know if you like this story or hate it!