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A/N: Dun dun dun! Voldemort has Bobbi in his evil clutches, oh no! What will happen, you must find out!

Voldemort was more controlling than ever of Bobbi. He made her sit with him at mealtimes away from the rest of the congregation. She couldn't even sit with Mel or Phil. Bobbi would smile, pretending that she was still so in love with her husband. And although her smile looked as genuine as ever, everyone closest to her knew she was faking. Try as she might, she wasn't fooling anyone, especially not her husband.

Snape sat with Phil and Mel, his expression stoic as ever. He told neither of them of his plans, but held short, meaningless conversations with them whenever there was a topic. A topic other than the one on everyone's mind, that is. The fact that Voldemort's return was the last thing the Death Eaters were hoping for. The fact that they would much prefer it if he had stayed away and Bobbi had continued to lead them. Because there were so many things they had looked forward to with Bobbi as their leader. All these dreams were shattered when Voldemort returned. The only one who didn't agree with this was Bellatrix, who walked around with her crazy-haired head held high, as if it weren't at risk of being cut off by a fellow Death Eater at any moment. Even her husband seemed not to want her around him. But this topic was taboo, and so it remained in the back of the throat, never appearing on the tongue.

Slowly over the course of the month, former Death Eaters returned to the Lair, the news of Voldemort's return spreading across the country. Many familiar faces greeted Bobbi with subdued pity, but the only one that comforted her was Gregory's because it never reappeared. She knew that if he could move on in the real world, she could overcome this tragedy, too. This little shred of hope was her life-line for the remainder of the month.

Bobbi and Snape were no longer allowed to talk or come in close contact of each other, even though Voldemort had no proof of their relationship. He had not found the ring because Snape had hidden it in the place under the field almost immediately. Voldemort hoped, although, that by making their separation obvious, someone would come clean about Bobbi and Snape's relationship. But nobody did, no matter how much they knew. Bellatrix, the only one who would have betrayed them, had left too soon to see the clues Voldemort wanted.

Voldemort continued to act like he loved Bobbi, kissing her in front of his followers and sleeping with her every night, but she had become more like his property than someone he loved, and he thought of her like another one of his pathetic puppets, only more amusing to torture.

One night when Snape was getting ready for bed, he found a note shoved under his door. It read:

Dear Severus,
Meet me in the dungeon at half past ten.
Love, Bobbi

Then he noticed that a bottle of his sleeping draught was gone. Curious, he left to see what Bobbi wanted so badly she would risk this when they only had a few days left before their scheduled departure date.

When he entered the dungeon, the lights were off. "Lumos," he whispered, venturing further into the large room.

Suddenly, the door slammed behind him and the lights came on. Voldemort was standing in the middle of the cold, stone floor, grinning evilly. "Hello, Snape. I thought you would take the bait. I told Bobbi it would work. Aren't I an excellent judge of character?" he mocked.

"Where is Bobbi?" Snape demanded.

Voldemort chuckled sinisterly, snapping his fingers. Bobbi appeared, chained to the wall, a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were fluttering like she was fighting sleep. "I only gave her enough potion to subdue her. She should be fully awake in a moment. I didn't want her to miss the fight."

Snape glared at Voldemort, waiting for the inevitable.

Voldemort approached Bobbi and stroked her face with his long, white, unearthly fingers.

"Get your hands off her," Snape ordered in his professor's voice, an extra lair of danger in it.

Voldemort snatched the gag off Bobbi, then patted her face roughly.

Her eyes flew open, and she hissed at him, flinging spit all over his face. Her fangs began to extend.

"Calm yourself, child," Voldemort said, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Now watch as I destroy your lover."

"What are you talking about, Tom? You know you're the only one I sleep with."

"That may be true now, but I know as long as he's around, you're going to try to escape. I'm just helping you, my pet, to resist temptation."

"I'd never leave you, Tom, for as long as you live," Bobbi said, her eyes still angry, opposing.

"I'll make sure of that," Voldemort promised, striding to the middle of the room. "Come on, Snape. I don't have all night. I've got to put my wife to bed once I've finished with you. If you know what I mean," he said with a twisted grin.

Snape raised his wand, refusing to bow. "Sectumsem-"

"Avada Kadavra!" Voldemort shouted, shooting a green beam straight into Snape's chest, causing him to fly through the air and land in a pathetic heap a few yards away.

"No!" Bobbi cried, fighting against her chains. "Why did you do that?"

Voldemort turned a furious face on her. "Do you think I am blind? I knew from the moment I came home and found you out of bed that you were with him. I've known you too long for you to keep such a thing from me. Did you honestly think your little charade of pretending to still love me would work? I knew as soon as Bellatrix told me about your change of plans that you two were together. I knew. I've been suspicious of Snape for a long time, but I never thought you would be the one to turn against me. I should have known. You were always the type."

"What are you going to do with me now?' Bobbi asked in a neutral voice, her lips in a hard line.

"That is the question. I can't kill you, but I can't let you go. You would simply join Potter's team and defeat us while we are weak. And too many of the others would follow you. My only option is to break you so you can't leave me. You will learn, little girl, the consequences of betraying me."

And the beatings began.

As Bobbi lay in her bed, she couldn't help wonder what they would do with Severus's body. What did they do with bodies at the Lair? Probably burn them, or bury them in the woods. Or feed them to Fenrir. Poor Severus. He had only been trying to take care of her. He should've known better, but how could he? Voldemort was too clever.

She glanced over at the sleeping murderer next to her, hatred and rage building in her heart. If she wanted to, she could kill him right now, but he would just come back again. Besides, he had taken her wand and snapped it, thrown it in the fireplace. Still, she had the opportunity to kill him. If only her hands weren't in magical binds, she would destroy him. They would ware off in less than an hour, but what would she do until then?

She contemplated this as she laid naked on the bed of the man who had killed her only true love. What's worse, she told herself, is that I thought I loved this man at one point. I don't know how I could have been so stupid. He's evil and manipulative. I should have known I'd never have a future with him. I should have realized it was Severus from the start who would make the perfect soul mate. It was always there, somewhere in the back of my subconscious. That's why I was okay with telling Snape all my secrets when I kept so much from Voldemort. I should have listened to my common sense, should have never accepted such a dangerous challenge. Cuz this is what happens.

When the bonds wore off, she continued to lie in her same position, not moving at all. A few minutes later, Voldemort woke up. He stared at her with a malicious smirk on his hideous face. He trailed one finger down the entire length of her body, making an extra effort to be rough on her protruding stomach. She did not flinch, only glared at him hatefully.

Voldemort pushed himself up out of the bed and walked to his dresser. "Now, don't try anything sneaky while I get dressed. My mistake, you can't."

Bobbi waited until his back was turned. Silently, she summoned his wand from his nightstand, grasping in tightly so he would never be able to use it against him again. An instant later, Voldemort realized his error, but when he turned around, he was too late.

Bobbi lunged from the bed, transforming as she did. She was neither werewolf nor vampire, but a combination of the two, and she tore into his flesh with her monstrous canine teeth, making sure not to kill him just yet. She wanted to hear him scream, wanted to witness his pain before she killed him. She avoided his throat, instead ripping apart his arms and legs and other appendages. And he screamed bloody murder, but no one came to save him. She clawed the skin off his face, but she did not kill him. When he stopped screaming, she took him in her jaws and dragged him into the bathroom.

Transforming back to her normal self, she took a shower, listening to him fight to breathe. When she finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped around the body, gracefully avoiding the pools of blood with her nimble feet. She got dressed at a regular pace, stuffed some extra changes of clothes into a bag, and left the room, not even bothering to check if Voldemort were still alive.

She strode down to Bellatrix's room, throwing open her door and tackling her as soon as she sat up. She snapped her neck and left. Bellatrix didn't deserve her time.

Then Bobbi called on Ed, her favorite, little house elf. "Ed, where is Snape's body?"

"No one ever moved it," he answered.

Bobbi dug into her bag, then pulled out a black T-shirt. She handed it to Ed. "You are free. Don't let any Death Eaters find you. If you can ever find me, you are welcomed to come live with me. I won't treat you as a servant. But never tell anyone where to find me. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." He bowed gratefully, then snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Bobbi skipped down to the dungeon, skidding to a halt outside the door. She grabbed the knob, but someone twisted it from the other side. She pressed herself quickly against the wall, hiding in the shadows.

A robed man with chin-length black hair stepped out, wand at the ready. Bobbi's eyes widened and she pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Severus!"

Snape hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, then held her at arm's length. "Did he hurt you?"

Bobbi nodded. "But he never will again. I tore his body apart and I killed Bellatrix. She won't be able to bring him back this time."

Snape nodded. "Let's leave."

They Apparated to the field together, going under and retrieving his things, putting them in her bag that could hold so much and took up so little space.

Together, they fled into the night.

A/N: One more chapter, and then you can start on the sequal, hurray!