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Okay, so it's been too long since my last update on this story, and I am sorry for that faithful fans. Summer just arrived and last week was completely hectic, but I promise we shall get chapter six out MUCH FASTER!

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Black's eyes were reluctant as I motioned to the comfortable-looking arm chair that sat in the corner of his parlor to see if I could sit, but he nodded his head anyway.

The inside of his house was just as friendly as the outer, except for the fact that the inside was lit by a fire and filled with the cozy crackle of burning wood.

Lupin was sleeping on the love seat, curled up in the smallest ball he could muster. At the sound of our footsteps, Lupin sprung out of his seat, warning in his eyes. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was just Black and me.

"Oh. Severus. How do you do?" He asked, a sickly smile upon his pasty, ill-looking face. It was close to full moon; he was already feeling the symptoms. He sat down again upon the love seat.

"No need for the pleasantries, Remus," I whispered. Black wouldn't stop boring holes into my head.

"What's going on?" Lupin looked concerned, his hazel eyes shifting slightly out of focus, turning a soft red around the edges of his irises. Another symptom.

"Lily and James are in trouble," Black told him before I could even begin to ponder about how I would break the news to them.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Panic arose in the poor werewolf. It was still ten days until full moon, yet he was already showing signs that his transformation was near. Pity surged through me. I held out the Time turner.

"I came back eleven days to fix this," I muttered angrily. "And I couldn't. So now I must rely on you." No matter how much I hated it. "Lily and Potte- James- are in danger. Lord Voldemort is preparing a raid on their house." The Maurauders gasped with terror. I couldn't help the hate-filled sneer that slid across my face as I thought about the Dark Lord. "He wants their child, Harry. He'll kill both Lily and James but miraculously that little boy lives."

"I- Is this true, Severus?" Lupin all but whimpered. I glared icily at him.

"You think I'd lie about this?" I growled.

"Well you were in cohorts with You-Know-Who…" Black shot back indignantly, almost uneasy about my presence next to Lupin. I turned to him, eyes wild with incredulity.

"I love Lily, damn it! I love her! I don't want her dead. I never wanted her dead!" As I spoke, I was suddenly gripped with urgent need to wring Black's neck, and cold fury bubbled in the depths of my throat. The two imbeciles that were supposed to be helping me just stared in wonderment and shock.

"Loved Lily? You?" Lupin whispered. His disbelief both astounded and offended me. Were they both really this dim? Especially Lupin who was the smartest of the four Marauders.

"Yes!" I yelled. "But that's not the point! Lily won't take my warning seriously, and if she doesn't, it's going to mean the end of her and her little family!" Black and Lupin flinched.

"And how are we supposed to help?" Lupin asked, a slightly desperate tone creeping into his raspy voice.

"Get James to believe it. If he does, then she'll believe it. It will be easier for that fool to believe his friends than me; poor little Snivellus doesn't know anything," I responded with a growl. "Even though I know more than that imbecile would ever dream of knowing," I added under my breath.

Black opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, a searing pain erupted on the evil mark that covered my forearm. I hissed in agony, tearing away the sleeve to see the tattooed snake slithering across my skin. The edges were blistering and beginning to swell; the Dark Lord was furious.

My mind raced with the endless possibilities of what would evoke such anger. Potter could have taken my advice and left while they had the chance, or Nagini could have died, or one of his horcruxes destroyed, or even worse…my plot discovered.

I squirmed uneasily as the mark on my wrist seemed to sizzle off in a bubbling agony. Each cell boiled ceaselessly and I felt my face becoming hot as if it were me in the rage.

"He's—he's v—very angry!" I managed to gasp between my frequent breaths, but no matter how many times I allowed my lungs to open up, I could not capture the amount of air I needed.

The wolf and the dog fixated their eyes on my scene, flabbergasted, eyes wider than galleons. Neither reaching to help or even avert their eyes.

Finally, Lupin came to.

"About what?"

I turned to him, furious, only to see his blurry outline.

"I don't know! For gods sake, would someone help me?" I finally shrieked. Both men were suddenly closing in on me.

Lupin gently gripped my arm. I almost howled out with pain. He pulled his wand out of a pocket and whispered, "Episkey." The blisters seemed to fade slightly, but then returned with a vengeance, bursting and releasing crimson blood.

The pain intensified tremendously. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.

"Finite Incantatem!" Black yelled, aiming his wand at my bleeding forearm. My vision was filled with black splotches as the pain grew. The tattooed snake hissed and moved faster, each pore filling with blood.

"STOP!" I cried out, just as Lupin had opened his mouth to cast another spell. "The only way for it to stop is if I go face Him!"

"You can't just go!" Black yelped. "You haven't told us how to help James and Lily!"

"It's either I go or I die from this unbearable pain!" I growled manically, reaching my fingers towards the snake, which would send me straight to the Dark Lord. Lupin caught my hand. I glared at him. I felt blood leak from my mouth.

"We'll try to help you! I promise!" he cried. "I won't let Him hurt them!" He let go, sending my hand down upon the writhing snake.

My vision faded completely as I felt the sharp pull of Apparition take me to the Dark Lord. I gripped the Time Turner. Please, give me hope...

At last I fell to the floor in a frigid room at the Dark Lord's feet. All the pain from the pustules had diminished, but the knee that I had fallen on sent a new burst of pain spiraling through my body.

"Severussssss…" He hissed, not bothering to mask the anger in his tone. "So nice of you to join usssssss." And for the first time since I had landed there, I looked up to see every other death eater from Malfoy to Knott there in a perfect semicircle with me as the centerpiece.

"M-my Lord…" I managed to stutter out the words that he was searching for, acknowledging the fact that I understood his presence.

"Won't you…sssstand up?" he made a sort of popping sound on the 'p' of 'up' that sent a shiver down my spine, and it had nothing to do with the cold.

"Of course, My Lord..." The burning pain in my knee almost made me fall back to the floor, but I managed to keep upright. I tried to hide my weakness behind my normally cool facade.

"Ssssomeone is betraying me..." Voldemort whispered. The Death Eaters surrounding me shuffled around with anticipation. Voldemort's eyes, which were just barely more than inhuman slits, narrowed further. "Who issss it?"

I felt a dozen pairs of eyes land on me. I kept still, my mind blank, my inner walls raised. Lord Voldemort kept his frightful eyes fixed upon me, and I felt the cold fingers of his mind try to pry into mine. I kept my walls strong, if not stronger, than ever before.

"Sssseverusss, do you know who this traitor issss...?"

"I don't know, My Lord..." I responded, knowing full well what would happen next.

"Crucio!"

The curse sent me sprawling. My eyes rolled back into my head, my body quivering with pain. I curled in on myself, tears leaking from my eyes, blood trickling from my lips.

"Who is it, Sssseverusss?" Voldemort hissed, his words slowly reverting into Parseltongue as his anger increased. I released a scream as the Cruciatus intensified.

"I don't know, My Lord!" I cried, back arching off the cold ground. Some Death Eater snickered in the background.

I had never felt more relieved when Voldemort released me from the curse. I panted, the air feeling far too thin to satisfy my burning lungs.

"I know who it iss, dear Severusssss..." The Dark Lord stood, circling me slowly, robes whistling softly in my ear. I couldn't bring myself to respond. My throat was bloody and skinned from my screams of pain, my lungs devoid of oxygen. "And he's lying here before me... TRAITOR!"

My hand flew to the pocket where the Time turner safely hid as Voldemort drew his wand.

"AVADA-" I turned the dial three times, as fast as I could. "-KEDAVRA!" The room ignited with a bright green light before blackness took over my vision.

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