"So what happens now" I ask Severus as he finishes healing my broken ribs.
"We leave, and fast" he tells me.
"Where to, won't they look for you?"
"It's not me they really want" he turns around and heads for the door.
"Whats that suppose to mean?" I ask him annoyed. I get the strange feeling he is hiding something from me.
"Nothing" he whispers.
Hmmmm.
I follow him slowly out of the cell and through the barred gate.
He comes to a halt on the stairwell.
"What is it?" I rasp at him.
He lifts a finger up to his lips to quieten me. He mouths a word that looks suspiciously like 'Lucius'.
Ah great a Malfoy, that's all I need.
Slowly I watch as he takes out his wand and places it hidden within his robes.
"Ah Severus" I hear Lucius call.
"Lucius" Severus greets him.
"So, visiting the witch?" he spits out that last work like it's an insult.
Wanker.
"As it would seem" Severus bites back.
"Indeed" Lucius drawls.
I hear the faint echo of Lucius' footsteps, I look at Severus, he is waving a hand at me from behind his back, hurrying me back up the stairs.
I slowly traipse back up. I close the cell door behind me silently and lie in the corner. If just for effect.
"Mudblood" I hear Lucius call.
I begin to stare at him with all the hate I can master.
"It is time for you to die" He cheers.
Severus' hands clench into fists by his side but he keeps his emotions passive and his face expressionless.
"Piss off" I yell at him.
"Do not anger me you little fool" he begins to turn red with rage.
It's quite amusing, what with his blond hair and all.
"Or What?" I push it. I know I shouldn't, but when it comes to the Malfoy's I can't resist.
"You dare talk to me like that" he demands, he points his wand at me.
"Lucius" Severus puts an arm out to stop him advancing.
Malfoy just snarls at me.
"Fine" he spits, "But Our Lord has asked for her, we are to bring her to him now."
Severus looks gob-smacked, if only for a brief second before he regains his composure.
"Come" Lucius demands.
I look at Severus for answers, he slowly blinks at me, telling me to follow suit. I do so and don't even question it.
I trust him.
Lucius brings us to a forest clearing. It is so dark now it's almost black. I can't see a thing.
I feel Severus' hand reach out and grab mine for a second. He is trying to comfort me. It works.
His hand moves back to his side and suddenly mine feels all alone and cold. I miss his touch already.
I let out a heavy sigh. I mean this is really getting tedious now. I wish we could just stop for a goddamn rest.
As if my wish is granted we come to a halt.
Because of the dark and my tendency to daydream I don't notice and walk onto the back of Severus.
Ooops.
Suddenly a brilliant, bright, white light surrounds us like a dome. It's mystifying.
I look at it in awe.
It truly is beautiful.
In a sad sort of way.
I hear crying, a wailing noise. It echoes through the dome surroundings as if bouncing off the walls. It's terrifying, it sounds like the saddest pain I could imagine. I begin to cry. Not for me, for whomever it is crying.
"Why is someone crying?" I ask panicked.
"Whats going on? Why is no one helping?" I scream over and over again.
I can feel my breath catching in my throat. "Why is no one helping?"
"Ssssh" I Hear Severus beside me, "its despair" he whispers.
"What?" I ask him.
"Despair, The Dark Lord has created it. It's a cloak he uses to cover us; no one can enter unless invited. And no one would really want to. What you hear is fear and despair, misery and hopelessness. Stand within it long enough and one would be driven insane. He sometimes uses it as a means to torture. Other times like tonight, I am guessing, he had something important planned" He trails off.
I look up at his big black pools of eyes. He looks so sad, so deflated, like all of the hope and happiness has been drained out of him. He had probably had to suffer this torture.
I reach out a hand and caress his ever so gently, only for a moment mind.
A Dark Figure slowly makes it way into the circle.
Voldermort.
I feel Severus tense next to me. A moment later I see why.
Being dragged along at his feet, limp and lifeless, is Harry.
