Chapter 2

Well, this is just great. Though Remus, I always wanted to be tortured by one of the greatest dark wizards of all time.

He was in what appeared to be Voldemort's bedchamber. Standing in the center was a large table that could be used for different things. Off to the side was a large bed. All in all it seemed like a normal bedroom.

The door then burst open and Voldemort walked in. Or swept in, as that would be a better description. As the door closed, Remus was suddenly chained to the wall.

"Hmmm. What have we here? A lost little puppy?" Voldemort said as he put a cold hand on Remus' chest.

Remus growled and leaned away.

Voldemort just stepped closer, "You can't get away from me my little wolf. You'll soon tell me all your secrets."

A whip appeared in his hands, "Lets start with something classic."

Walking to the back, Remus tried to turn his head to see but couldn't quite make it. With a flick of his wrist though, Remus' back arched up, but he refused to make a sound. This carried of for several minutes, until Remus' back was numb and his shirt non-existent.

Voldemort walked back around, and as Remus was a few inches of the ground, he was able to look him in the eye. "Ready to tell me anything?" Knowing that there would be nothing he simply conjured various knifes onto the table.

Over the next few hours, Voldemort went on torturing Remus, he even started breaking his fingers one by one, but when he still refused to even make a sound and still had his mind guarded, Voldemort apparently decided it was enough for today, since his bindings disappeared and he slumped down. Voldemort caught him with one arm and half carried half dragged him the wall where he was sat down and his hands manacled to the wall above his head.

"Strong little wolf," mused Voldemort " but for how long? You can't resist me forever, you know."

"Watch me." Was all Remus had to say.

And a small smile flickered across his face when he saw Voldemort's eyes narrow and he frowned.

He watched as the werewolf slept on, that damned half-lopsided smile still on his face.

I don't get it. He thought, even the bravest have at least started to crumble. All there is on this wolf's face is a small smile that makes my insides burn.

He snorted, he'll break soon enough. Meanwhile, I'll have him healed so I can have some more fun.

That decided he called Severus Snape, when he arrived Voldemort was calmly getting a drink of brandy.

"You called?" Asked Snape.

"Yes, get some healing potions for that wolf." Said Voldemort with a wave of his hand in the general direction of Remus.

Snape raised an eyebrow but wisely remained silent. Instead he walked over and started examining 'that wolf'. After a few minutes, he stood up and walked out to get the right potions.

Voldemort sighed. And walked over to Remus, what makes you so interesting to me, I wonder?

When Snape returned Voldemort was gone and Remus was awake.

Snape smirked when Remus noticed him, "Now, don't you look well."

Remus smiled back, "I've had worse. Those healing potions?"

Snape nodded and helped Remus take the potions.

That done Snape sat back and looked at Remus, "He wants you for something…different. He doesn't usually act like this with anybody else he has taken to 'breaking'."

Remus looked at Snape puzzled, "What would he want me for then?"

Snape sighed, "I don't know. Why are you here anyway?"

Remus smiled, "Lucius caught me during the full moon, a present to get into Voldemorts good graces."

"Ah."

"What'll you tell the Order?" asked Remus.

"Probably the truth, that tends to be best Lupin." Snape sneered.

"No need to get snippy." Smiled Remus.

"Yes well, try to not tell all of the Order's secrets." And with that Snape got up and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.

Remus sighed alone again hmm? Well, at least I'm used to it.

And so Remus settled in to wait, wondering if was ever going to get a normal life.