Chapter 1

When Remus woke up, his first thought was 'is it humanly possible to have a headache this bad?' but after thinking (which was rather painful in itself) he smiled ruefully. No, it wasn't. But he wasn't completely human, now was he?

After that went through his head, he started to look around and froze.

He was in a hexagonal room decorated in greens and silvers. Large and small snakes made of everything from glass to granite also decorated the room, enough to see a snake no matter where you looked but not enough to be overpowering.

He was on a large bed that had a forest green comforter and four large snakes that seemed to start in different corners to then twine together and then go up a different corner to support the shear green fabric of the canopy, the bed could easily sleep five people.

Although there were no windows, and no apparent source of light, there was enough light to read a book.

And that left Remus. The last thing he remembered was that it was just before the full moon rose, there had been a battle just before so he wasn't able to get the potion to help him transform.

Then just before he transformed and the world went black, he saw a Deatheater holding his arm jump up and run for the forest…

And now I'm in a strange place that is undoubtedly as Slytheren as it could get.

Remus sighed. It would be just his luck that he would follow the Deatheater and then get caught by a group waiting in ambush.

But why didn't they just kill me? It would be a lot easier to just kill me then to bother brining my here.

But where is 'here'? And why give me a nice room like this?

He decided that the more he thought of his situation the worse it got, so he got up and wandered around the room until he came to a door.

It was locked, of course.

But just as he turned his back and took six steps, the door opened.

Spinning around to face the door and dropping to all fours with his right leg out to the side in a defensive position.

But the Deatheater just laughed and pointed his wand at Remus. Instantly he was bound. The Deatheater waved his wand and levitated Remus to follow him as he left the room and went down the corridor and was side-apparated to a different room.

Inside the room were Deatheaters of every shape and size. Some Remus recognized behind the white masks but many were unknown to him.

All of the sudden the room went quiet and looked expectantly to the center of the room were there was a throne-like chair with a high back and stairs leading up to it. And on the chair was the person Remus least wanted to see, Voldemort.

He was just as Remus remembered him as. Bald and pale with slits for a nose and red snake eyes that flicked around the room.

"Welcome, my followersssss." He rasped gazing unblinkingly around. "What news do you bring me?"

A robed Deatheater stepped forward from the group and proceeded to report on the standing on various battles. More Deatheaters stepped forward after to report similar standings. Voldemort seemed to look board through it all.

Until Lucius Malfoy stepped forward, Voldemort's red eyes seemed to narrow to slits and a small frown graced his lips. "What do you have to report?" he asked in a perfectly calm voice.

But Lucius merely smiled, "My lord, as you have taken me of duty of a short break," here Remus raised an eyebrow, what had Lucius done to get into Voldemort's bad favor? "I happened to take a small walk and happened upon something I think you would find to your liking."

A sinking feeling started in Remus' throat and went all the way to his gut, dreading what he knew was coming next.

Lucius then motioned in his direction and the Deatheater that still had him bound started forward, other Deatheaters clearing a path when they realized what was happening.

When Remus made it to the center his binder suddenly let him go and he just managed to twist enough to keep him from being hurt before he hit the ground.

The Deatheaters just laughed.

Collecting what was left of his pride and dignity, Remus got to his feet and stared strait back at the one man who had made his life a living hell.

What he found disturbed him. Voldemort was watching him and was far too interested in Remus' opinion.

"Well, what have we here?" his silky voice cut through his thoughts and he quickly guarded his mind against any possible attack. Voldemort merely looked amused.

"A gift," Lucius smoothly said, "I hope he is to your liking, I found him last night during the full moon. I thought you might like the task of breaking him."

Subsequently Voldemort did the thing most unexpected. He laughed.

"Yessss. That will be most ssssatisfactory." He said with an unholy light gleaming in his eye. "Send him to my room. I'll see to him latter." And with that he was dismissed, to face who knows what.

Fun, can't wait. Remus though grimily. He sighed again why is it always me?