Chapter 47:The Wrath Of The Sinister
{A/N: Just what the title says}
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Diagon Alley, Wizarding World...
Nightfall brought its usual aspects to yet another long and uneventful day as one death eater by the name of Dolohov made his way casually through the area seemingly un-bothered by all the sounds or the darkness of the night. If anything he seemed at peace with not only himself but the world around him. He had been so relaxed that he had not noticed the pair of obsidian eyes that seemed to follow him. Each step he took was mimicked down to the smallest shift of his weight. As Dolohov turned and made his way toward the direction of Knockturn alley he had been caught unawares by a series of silent spells that sent him falling to the ground face first.
The thin wizard struggled to move his incredibly heavy form but it was to no avail.
It wasn't long before he was swallowed by eerie blackness and lost consciousness.
The obsidian eyes had belonged to an ebony clad figure who looked down at his prey with a sadistic smirk. It was time to take the vengeance he had so carefully been awaiting. The height of his power guaranteed no retaliation on the part of the dark lord of any and all grievances and it was more than worth it at the moment.
This was just another step regarding his future plans, Voldemort could not be left with any significant threat of allies. If this was indeed going to work certain "accidents" needed to be arranged.
Just as quickly as he had ventured into the darkened ally he was gone taking the bound Dolohov with him.
Open Field, Unknown Location...
A series of bone stinging hexes woke the unconscious Dolohov who found himself staring up into the stoic face of none other than Severus Snape. The dark wizard's menacing posture and rage filled obsidian eyes sent a chill down the spine of his lesser "brother" in arms. With a trembling hand the younger death eater attempted to caution Snape.
"S-Snape." he said with a weak smile. "I-I'm glad it's you...I thought the Order had..."
"Save your breath." said Snape in an deadly tone.
Dolohov blinked not sure what to expect from the man who had been powerful enough to murder The Great Albus Dumbledore. Not even The Dark Lord could claim such an accomplishment. As it stood Snape's power seemed to rival even his master despite appearances to the contrary. This low level was no fool, he could not stand up to Snape even when he was of lower rank, the wizard had been seeped in the dark arts.
"S-S-Snape I..." started Dolohov suddenly filled with intense fear the long Snape loomed over him.
"You took pleasure in the death of my daughter." said Snape still in an emotionless tone.
Dolohov had feared he would bring that up.
"It wasn't me...that was LeStrange...he wanted your wife dead..." explained the trembling death eater. "He...he said it was what The Dark Lord wanted...said that she was going to give birth to an abomination..."
At the mention of this Snape effortlessly waved his hand choking the lesser death eater with a magical spell.
Dolohov struggled to breath grasping at the invisible hand that cut off his oxygen supply.
"You cast the curse." said Snape in the same dangerous tone. "You nearly killed my wife...you ended the life of my child."
Dolohov continued to struggle as Snape's fury seemed to increase the pressure around his neck.
With a disgusted wave of his hand Snape sent Dolohov to the ground and watched as he attempted to crawl away from him gasping for breath.
"How does it feel?" asked Snape. "Knowing that you are going to die here alone and forgotten."
Dolohov's eyes widened as he continued to descend into panic.
"Y-You can't kill me The Dark Lord will..." he managed as he continued to scramble about the cold hard ground.
"The Dark Lord doesn't give a damn about low level garbage like you." said Snape cruelly. "You were never useful to him."
Sensing his end once more Dolohov attempted to flee. He had not way to defend himself being wandless and unskilled in a duel especially against a high rank death eater duelist like Snape.
"Sectumsempra!" shouted Snape.
Dolohov's movements stopped and he found himself laying in on the cold hard ground. His blood seeming to seep from every pour as Severus stood over him.
"This is more than you deserve." said Snape bitterly.
He waved his hand once more.
"Avada Kedavera." he said bathing Dolohov in the green glow of the killing curse.
The body of Antonin Dolohov was found the next day by the ministry. His pale mutilated flesh had been littered with scars even ones from his own deadly curse. It was assumed the Order of Phoenix had begun cleaning house on the death eaters. No one had ever given thought to Snape being the number one suspect. Well, no one except Hermione Granger-Snape, who knew all too well what her vengeful death eater husband was capable of. Needless to say she understood his declaration of love and war.
Later...
Unknown Location, Wizarding World...
Rudolphus LeStrange found himself bound to the ground as he sat looking up into the obsidian eyes of one Severus Snape. LeStrange glared unaffected despite the blood that trickled from his badly beaten form. His right eye was swollen, his lip busted and nose broken as more blood gushed from it. The deranged Pureblood spit at the dour wizard who arms were folded across his ebony clad chest.
"Fuck you Snape." spouted Rudolphus. "You will always be a dirty little Mudblood playing pretend."
With a wave of his had Snape produced a magical knife that continued to sever the deranged wizard's flesh.
"Having fun yet Rudy?" taunted Lucius Malfoy who had also been present.
Rudolphus spit at him as well.
"If it isn't the pretty boy...not so dolled up today, Lucy?" hissed Rudolphus. "Did the dark lord finally curse your balls into their growth spurt?"
Lucius simply smiled.
"How charming, as always Rudy you managed to prove just how pathetic you really are." he said. "I was hoping that you would live up to having finally been given your big boy pants and die with dignity...but seeing as you murdered my god-child...I think you dying like a sob sopping bitch would suffice...Severus continue..."
Snape continued to curse the blood spouting LeStrange.
Rudolphus glared at Snape furious in return.
"M-My brother is going to...rip your treacherous mudblood heart from your cold dead chest Snape!" shouted the even more bloodied LeStrange.
Lucius looked at Rudolphus and suddenly burst out laughing.
"Mock while you can Lucius." said Rudolphus. "No doubt my brother will enjoy watching a pansy like you take your final breaths."
Lucius yawned in a bored manner.
"Do forgive me Severus, but he's actually doing a bloody monologue." said the Senior Malfoy. "Who in the hell monologues in the middle of curses...and I almost forgot...I never did get you a wedding present, little brother...hopefully this will suffice."
Lucius waved his wand and something came falling out of the sky showering Rudolphus in more blood and what appeared to be limbs. Severus arched an eyebrow as he recognized what had fallen to be a mutilated and severed corpse. In an instant Snape realized what Lucius had done and smiled a rare and truly pleased smile that made the hairs on the back of Rudolphus' neck stand on end despite the blood.
"Say hello to Rudy's little brother..." said Lucius with a wicked smirk and a mischievous gleam behind his gray eyes.
Rudolphus' eyes widened at the revelation of his deceased brother's badly damaged corpse.
Snape seemed to relish the moment when despair and anguish filled the now helpless death eater who once stood proud that he had murdered his only son and taunted him after causing Hermione's miscarriage.
With a look to Lucius Snape raised his wand. Lucius did the same pointing it at the now distraught LeStrange.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" shouted both the corresponding dark wizards.
Rudolphus LeStrange was hacked to pieces in an instant leaving a mangled mass of limbs and flesh .
"Ignis." said Snape setting fire to the bits and pieces.
Lucius put away his wand as did Snape.
"Well I don't know about you but I'm in the mood for what is it that the muggle's call it...BBQ." said the Senior Malfoy as if what occurred had no effect.
"You go on head "Lucy" I've got unfinished business to attend to." said Snape his eyes glinting at the mention of the absurd nickname.
"Very well Sevi-kins." replied Lucius with his eyes doing the same. "Let me know when we proceed with the next stage of your little plan...killing these fools seems to have given me a new lease on life."
Snape rolled his eyes.
"And do be careful around the old battle ax." said the senior Malfoy. "I hear Granger is quite the formidable witch when she's cross."
Snape sighed.
"You have no idea." he said.
With a loud crack of thunder Lucius Malfoy apparated to Malfoy Manor. A second loud crack of thunder sounded and Snape was gone as well.
Open Field, Wizarding World...
Snape stood looking over the grave of his only son. He had not been alone, as a magically bound and seemingly broken Bellatrix LeStrange stood staring at the same headstone. Her dark eyes an endless abyss of sadness and desperation. She had been sinking for quite some time and the events that happened at the manor seemed to push her further into the darkness than even she had realized.
"Bellatrix." said Snape in a painstakingly soft tone.
The deranged witch looked up at him with a saddened puppy dog expression.
"I have avenged our son." said Snape.
Bellatrix blinked at him unsure if she had heard him right.
Snape sighed and waved his wand. The severed head of Rudolphus LeStrange fell to ground at the deranged witch's feet. He had the presence of mind to spare it from the fire in a bid to prove to the witch he had fulfilled his vow. Bellatrix tilted her head in the manner of a confused dog. Her breaths slow and shallow as she looked down into the terror stricken eyes of the abusive bastard her parents had sold her to when she was a girl in exchange for money and power.
The man that obliterated her youth and innocent heart to the point of making her a harping shrew incapable of knowing real love.
The man that smiled proudly as he ripped her unborn child from her womb and bathed him in the green light of the killing curse despite her please to the contrary.
The man that held her down on many a night to take his revenge in the form of reclamation by force.
"Unbind me Severus." said Bellatrix.
Snape blinked for a moment hearing the clarity in her voice. It had been quite some time since Bellatrix had even sounded remotely close to a sane woman. He realized the enormous weight that she must have been carrying all these years. It didn't escape his notice that this witch had suffered most of all in the wake of her late husbands reign of terror and now it was finally over.
"Unbind me please." said the witch in a pleading tone.
Snape did as she asked and watched as she summoned magic from the depth of her very being into her finger tips and set the severed head with it's terror stricken eyes ablaze.
Without a word and leaving the area where the head had been in ash, Bellatrix made her way toward the grave of her only son. Snape watched as she collapsed on her knees in front of him revealing just how weary she had been. She reached out and ran an slow tentative hand across the gray headstone.
"You know we never did get to name him." she said in an emotionally drained tone.
Snape sighed and made his way over toward her.
"He would have been twenty this year." she continued. "Possibly a graduate of Hogwarts."
Snape stepped closer to what had at one time been his family. Bellatrix, and their young son. He was only seventeen when he had gotten her pregnant during an affair that the dark lord intended to be a form of punishment for the failures of LeStrange.
"I want to name him." said Bellatrix.
"I think that would be most appropriate." said Snape keeping his distance.
"Regulus Sebastian Snape." said Bellatrix.
Snape arched an eyebrow at this. He had not been a fan of the Black family but had admired the death eater Regulus Black for having the courage to do what he would later emulate when he became a spy for Dumbledore. He knew why she had chosen to give his middle name to the boy. Her sentimental way of remembering the boy of 17 he had once been.
Snape had already been a name given to the boy as his only means of identification, he was not the child of LeStrange and thus unworthy of his mother's name maiden or otherwise.
"I think he would have liked that name." said Snape not taking his eyes off his young son's grave. "Lucius would be disappointed...he always hinted a desire to have the boy named for him."
Bellatrix glared at Snape.
"As if I would ever consent to a child of mine baring the name of that pompous son of a bitch!" she said outraged.
She turned her attention back to her son's headstone.
Snape walked over to his son placing his pale hand along the smooth gray stone.
"Regulus Sebastian Snape, my son." he said in almost a whisper.
Feeling the familiar pull of sadness he walked away leaving the witch to her peace. He had some other business to attend and had not wanted to stay in Bellatrix's presence for very long.
"Goodbye Bella." he said in a nearly emotionless tone.
She continued to stare at her son's headstone in silence. She knew where he was going and knew there was no way that she could stop him. Thought they shared a history and a deceased son, it was clear that Snape had chosen Hermione Granger over her.
With a crack of thunder he apparated and was gone. He didn't see the heavy stream of tears that trailed down the cheeks of the deranged witch as she sat running her fingers across the headstone that belonged to her son. She had been free of Rudolphus and his abuse, just as the then 17 year old Severus had said she would be. The only thing that she didn't expect was for him to stop loving her.