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"I now call this emergency meeting of the Order of the Phoenix to order," Albus announced. "As this is an emergency meeting, normal rules of order have been suspended. Last meeting's notes will be reviewed at our next scheduled meeting."

"Albus, just spit it out," Sirius Black interrupted. He impatiently shook his head, his long curly hair falling back into his eyes. "Tell us what's bloody happened. It must be important."

"I have reason to believe that Severus Snape has returned to Voldemort, whether willingly or not, I can not say for certain."

There was a large outcry of noise from the assembled members of the Order of the Phoenix at that comment. Sirius slammed his hand on the table, loudly berating Snivellous, Molly Weasley sharply inhaled, and everyone began loudly voicing their firmly held opinions on one Severus Snape.

Arthur Weasley shook his head and then managed to out shout every person in the room. His voice was strident, easily cutting through the noise the room. It was easy to forget that the easy going man sometimes found it quite necessary to put his foot down over the antics of his wife and seven children.

"ENOUGH! I would hear Albus' reasons to understand why the man he has vouched as trustworthy, no longer has his faith."

"We had a disagreement. I, was, perhaps, not as understanding as I should have been. After much internal deliberation, I went to his quarters in order to apologize to him about the matter. His rooms had been ransacked, the Dark Mark on every wall, every mirror. Most of his clothing was gone, and several of his students stated that they saw him leave his chambers. They described him as… agitated."

"More so than normal?" Sirius Black dryly quipped which earned an exasperated sigh from Remus.

The werewolf didn't particularly like or dislike Severus, but sometimes, he did get tired of the decades' long antagonism between Sirius and Severus.

"Is there any possibility that there might be another explanation?" Remus inserted. His voice was calm, but his eyes were troubled. "Maybe he didn't leave willingly. Maybe he was Compelled."

"I asked Filius to attempt to recreate the scene. Filius, would you mind giving your report?" Albus questioned. "While Filius is not a member of our Order, I trust that his analytical mind may see some pattern in Severus' departure that I am incapable of considering at this moment."

The Charms Instructor nodded his head briskly, and began to report. His soft voice was shaky, as Severus' disappearance and alleged betrayal affected his sensitive soul deeply.

"I was unable to recreate the scene. There was a lot of disruptive magic used," he stated.

"Dark arts?" Remus inserted.

"Yes," Filius admitted. "I found Severus' wand. It had been snapped in half, though I was able to cast Prior Incantato. The Dark Mark was cast by that wand."

"And by Severus?" Sirius inserted.

"I said, that the Dark Mark was cast by that wand. I do not know who was holding it," Filius protested. "He may have been disarmed."

"You're splitting hairs," roared Sirius.

"No," the Charms Instructor squeaked. "I am approaching this situation with an open mind, attempting to find all possible reasons for the events that occurred. Unlike you, I do not let my biases blind my mind to other possibilities. Your dislike of Severus is legendary, which is why your opinion on this situation matters to me not at all."

"Snapping a wand in half is a rather theatrical gesture, and Severus was never one for dramatics," Remus inserted, deliberately not looking at Sirius Black. "Plus it would leave him defenseless."

"He has another wand," Albus inserted. "I gifted him with a wand when he became an instructor at Hogwarts. I did not wish him to use the wand that he had used when he was a Death Eater when he was instructing the students."

"Which wand did he snap?" Remus questioned, though he feared he knew the answer.

"The one that I gave him," Albus admitted.

"Filius, did you catalog what was taken from his rooms?" Minerva McGonagall questioned.

The witch had remained silent during the meeting, her mind trying to figure out what had happened. The boy was loyal to the cause; there had been no doubt in her mind… because Albus had believed in Severus' loyalty. Now that Albus was uncertain, the witch was finding herself questioning Snape's allegiance.

Yes, Severus had done everything he could to prove himself loyal to Albus; yet Minerva knew full well that every man had a breaking point.

"Yes, it's bizarre, what was taken. Clothes, but not all of them," explained Filius. "His winter coat, his black scarf and gloves."

"Perhaps he's decided to get a new wardrobe, all black is just so passé," Sirius inserted.

"Sirius, if you can not add anything constructive to this discussion, I will silence you like I did when you kept talking in my fourth year Transfiguration class," Minerva snapped.

Remus bit back his smile, remembering Minerva stuffing Sirius' scarf into his mouth to shut him up, but Sirius saw that Remus was amused and growled. Sirius then waved his hand in apology as though he were back to attending Hogwarts.

"My apologies for interrupting, Professor McGonagall, it will not happen again."

"There were potions books taken, but not all. Some of the rarer, most esoteric volumes on brewing are still at Hogwarts. It was though someone packed, but in a hurry, having no true comprehension of what was valuable for a Potions Master," Filius continued.

"Maybe he had help packing," Remus inserted. "Though Severus is talented enough not to need assistance. A simple pack spell would have been sufficient."

"Plus the room is a disaster. It's obvious that Severus left and the Dark Marks? My friend… colleague…" Filius' voice shook and then strengthened. "Was… is… many things. But first and foremost, he's a spy. If Albus and Severus had indeed argued, and he then decided to leave, he would not have tipped us off so soon. If he had left, but kept his rooms neat, it would have been hours, possibly days before we were sure he was gone. But we are now aware, so we can do damage control. Since they're aware that we know Severus is gone, why have they not attacked? Severus could easily tell them everything."

"Perhaps Severus was angry enough to ignore his well known discretion. What did you two argue about, Albus?" Kingsley Shacklebolt questioned.

Albus rubbed his forehead, before he continued. "It was a personal matter between the two of us. Severus was exhausted; physically, mentally, spirituality, and his involvement with yesterday's Christmas Massacre weighed heavily on his soul."

"Severus was there?" Remus softly questioned. "In Devonshire? He was there when those Muggle children… Those… poor, poor Muggle children…"

The werewolf refused to continue, instead compulsively swallowing until he regained his composure.

"Yes," Albus tersely answered.

"May I continue?" Filius inserted. "This is perhaps the weirdest thing that Severus took."

He placed one emerald green sock with silver snakes playing Quidditch on the table.

"One sock," Filius explained, his voice perplexed. "One bloody sock. He didn't take the scarf; he didn't take the sock's mate. This is this years' Christmas gift, isn't it? You gave me a similar set, except with a Ravenclaw motif. He just took… one… sock."

"Severus had a drawer in his wardrobe that was neatly lined with every single socks and scarf set that Albus has ever given him. There was even an empty spot for this year's socks and scarf as though Severus had rearranged the drawer in preparation for Albus' traditional gift. The scarf and lone sock were on the bed. Where is the other sock? Combined that with the broken wand, thecorrect potions books not being removed from his room, the magic that successfully obliterated the magic currents in the room, the Dark Marks decorated everywhere? I know that most will not agree with me, but I believe Severus Snape to be in a great deal of danger."

"Filius, he's a Death Eater. Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater," Alastor Moody protested.

"We have had Death Eaters impersonate our staff, Alastor. Why not one of our students? A Death Eater impersonating a Slytherin student, who looking for aid, comes to Severus' chambers, overpowers him easily, as a distracted, possibly distraught, Severus is not expecting it. Albus, I believe that he is in trouble," Filius firmly announced.

Albus slowly nodded his head, and Filius squeaked his alarm.

"Youagree with me, Albus?" Filius questioned. "Then what's your plan for getting the boy out of there?"

"Yes, and no. Yes, I agree with you. No, there is no plan for extricating Severus. There is nothing we can do," Albus softly answered.

"You agree? Yet you're abandoning him?" Minerva protested. "He's one of ours!"

"I had almost hoped that I was wrong about my own dark ruminations. Severus must now be considered lost in battle, a prisoner who even now, is no doubt being tortured for information by Voldemort," Albus regretfully admitted. "It is a discussion Severus and I had previously. If he was ever taken by Voldemort's forces, we were to assume that his betrayal was noticed. There would be no attempts at rescue, as we would have to focus on damage control. Severus knows a great deal of our plans, but not all."

"You didn't trust him with everything?" Sirius questioned, his voice lightly shaded with delight that Albus had not trusted Snivellous with all of the Order's Secrets.

"No," Albus stated. "I dared not tell him everything, not when he was within arm's reach of Voldemort."

There was a long moment of silence, with Filius Flitwick wiping his tearing eyes with a rough gesture.

"Remus Lupin has agreed to return to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Regretfully, Remus, I must put you in Severus' old quarters, as we will be promoting the idea that Severus quit of his own free will over the Holiday Break," Albus announced. "Any contact with Severus must be immediately brought to my attention."

"If there are no more questions, this meeting is adjourned. If there are any updates on the situation, you will be informed."

With that said; leaving no time for any of the shell shocked audience to actually formulate a question, Albus quickly stood up and exited the room. But not before he deliberately grabbed the single, solitary sock that lay forlorn and mateless, on the table and placed it in his pocket. He then Disapparated from the room with a loud crack that echoed through the room.

Albus returned to his office. He sank into his chair, closed his eyes, and massaged his aching temples, wishing that he'd stop reliving a particularly painful memory.

"I won't expect you to rescue me," Severus admitted softly. "I know what the risks are. I know what will happen if I am caught and I know… that you won't be able to save me."

Severus' dark eyes glittered, and Albus wished that he turned away from the boy at the moment, so he wouldn't remember the bleakness in the boy's dark eyes. No, instead, he had looked into the boy's eyes, because Albus had thought it proper. They were discussing the boy's possible capture by Voldemort and what would happen next, Albus would not look away as though he was shamed.

They were two adult wizards, after all. Tough decisions had to be made and affirmed by both.

"You shouldn't risk everything to save a tool, Albus. I am… what I am. I have long since accepted this simple truth."

You were never just a tool, Severus.

There was a knock on the door, and welcoming chirrup from Fawkes.

"Come in, Minerva," Albus called. He looked up from where he was sitting, and motioned for Minerva to take a chair. "You're here to tell me it isn't my fault, and I shouldn't feel guilty. Severus knew exactly what he was getting into when he agreed to spy for us."

"Will you let me talk? Or have you decided you know whatever platitude I'm about to mouth, so I can go on my merry way," snipped Minerva.

Albus nodded his head, not embarrassed to admit that she had called his dark mood correctly.

"Actually, Albus, I just wanted to comment on how quiet… the meeting was," Minerva's voice grew shaky, and she briskly wiped her eyes before regaining her composure. "It was odd… no snarking from Severus."

"Sirius was quite delighted to be the undisputed Czar of Sarcasm," Dumbledore quipped, his tone deliberately light.

He walked away from his desk, on the pretense of offering Minerva something to drink, but actually just giving himself time to regain his composure.

"Albus…" Minerva's voice was soft and compassionate, which undid Albus completely.

"I can't find that damnable boy. I can't Scrive him. I can't even Sense him. I had layers upon layers of tracers on Severus Snape, and I can not Locate him! I thought perhaps he had touched it, perchance he might have charmed it…" explained Albus. "Nothing. Nothing at all. It's just an ordinary, though exceedingly ugly, sock."

"That's why you took the sock," Minerva remarked, her voice soft with astonishment.

Dumbledore paced for a moment, and then stopped as though Minerva had physically slapped him.

"Are you truly that surprised, Minerva?" Albus softly questioned.

His blue eyes were a stormy gray, and his gloomy visage was despondent.

Minerva looked at the Head Master, regretfully nodded her head before she hesitantly spoke, "We've had… many… losses in this war, Albus."

"You believe that I don't care? Do you believe me a monster no better than Voldemort? He uses his follows, consumes them and casts them aside when their usefulness is done," spat Albus.

"Sometimes, you seem… focused…." Minerva admitted slowly.

The two of them had been friends for many years and lovers for a brief time. But as fellow warriors in this war for far too long, Minerva would be nothing less than completely honest with Albus. Someone needed to be truthful with him, no matter how bitter a pill it would be for the mage to swallow.

"Focused?" Albus whispered. He sounded sickened.

"Obsessed with the Greater Good," she slowly finished. "I can't blame you for your single-mindedness, Albus. But sometimes, I wonder if you truly see me as a person anymore, Albus."

"What?" he questioned in a soft voice. "What do you mean? How do you think that I see you?"

"Am I a person to you, Albus? Or am I merely a game piece?" Minerva's voice was challenging, and she met his eyes, stare for stare.

To her surprise, Albus did not protest her frankness. Instead, he looked… uncomfortable.

"He believed that too, you know," Albus admitted, his sincere regret painful to her ears. "He believed that I didn't care for him, that he was nothing more than a tool in the greater scheme."

"Severus?" Minerva questioned, though truthfully, it could be no one else.

"He craved… reassurances that I cared for him, Minerva. The boy was fey, as though he had witnessed his own death over and over again. He pleaded…and I was so weak, Minerva. Weak. I get… so lonely… you know that…" Albus whispered.

The witch swallowed once, and nodded her head.

"Aye, I know that you do, Albus. So tell me, what did you do?"

"Severus wanted me to have my way with him. Minerva, it mattered not to him if he got no enjoyment from our coupling… just that for one night, he wasn't alone. He broke my heart… Minerva… He wanted me to bed him, to use and abuse him. Am I that focused, Minerva? Am I so zealous that Severus would believe me lacking in basic human compassion? He asked me to use him for my own enjoyment."

"So you bedded him," Minerva's voice was free from censure. "I know you were gentle, Albus, and that it was consensual between you two."

Albus' tense shoulders were still rigid, and he sighed.

"I worried, Minerva, I thought you might believe that I took advantage of him," he admitted.

Minerva snorted her disbelief over that thought.

"I remember our affair, Albus. I seem to recollect that I had to proposition you," she gently retorted. Her voice grew strident as she continued, "Repeatedly!"

"That you did, Minerva," he admitted. "Severus seemed… amazed… that the relentless, obsessed Albus Dumbledore could be… considerate… in bed."

"I always found you to be the most thoughtful of my lovers," Minerva easily admitted. "For you, taking someone to your bed was never just about the sexual intercourse, Albus. Most men focus on their own enjoyment first. You never did, as your partner's enjoyment was paramount."

"You're making me blush, Madam," Albus softly interjected, his tone light, though his cheeks were ruddy.

"Albus, I truly cherish those moments of us in bed together."

"Now, I am blushing," Albus retorted.

She put her hand on his face, forcing him to look into her green eyes.

"Those stolen moments in bed were the only time that you allowed yourself to forget about the War, Albus. You couldn't even focus on yourself during those rare moments, no, Albus, you had to be continuing giving of yourself. I wanted to help shoulder your burden, Albus, to give you a moment's respite where you didn't have to be in control ofeverything. I wanted so desperately to give you joy, Albus, and you wouldn't let me."

Dumbledore flinched and pulled away from her.

"Minerva, he told me that he loved me," he whispered.

The witch said not a word, and merely waited for him to continue. She didn't need to speak, as Albus instinctively comprehended her silence.

"You knew?" Albus shakily protested.

"It was obvious… for someone who was once in his shoes, Albus," Minerva reminded him. "There is no doubt in my mind that you acted no better than when I said those three words to you."

"I told him that it was a mistake," the Head Master slowly admitted. "I wanted to protect him, as I've destroyed everything that I have ever loved, Minerva. I nearly damaged you, my dearest friend."

"He didn't take it well, did he?" Minerva softly questioned. "Our lonely little Slytherin finally getting his heart's desire and you had to get all noble and self-sacrificing on him. I remember that I was so vexed with you, I nearly hexed your beard into never-ending, un-unknottable Gordian Knots."

She laughed easily, for her pique had long since faded over the years into a gentle, loving friendship with the tormented man in front of her.

"Severus was… devastated, believing that I had rejected him, but he was still determined to put on an uncaring pretense. I gave him time to cool off, went to his quarters in order to talk to him, and I found his room in utter shambles. I worry, Minerva," his voice slowed.

"It's not your fault that Severus got abducted." Minerva's voice was no-nonsense.

"Perhaps, if I had walked him back to his quarters… If I hadn't pushed him away to protect him… if I had just kept him in my bed for longer….If I had just fallen asleep, and hadn't heard him admit his feelings…" whispered Albus. "If I had done half a dozen things differently…"

"If you hadn't taken him to your bed, he most likely would have still been abducted," Minerva reminded him. "At least you gave him something that he wanted desperately."

"I have to find him, Minerva," Albus insisted.

"You will," she assured him.

For good measure, she hugged Albus, and he clung to her desperately.

No matter how often he had experienced the Cruciatus Curse, Severus always foolishly convinced himself that next time, it would not hurt quite as much. The pain would be slightly less excruciating, as he would have become accustomed to the brain synapses splitting pain.

Severus always knew that the pain would end, later rather than sooner, because it was necessary to keep him alive.

That assurance was long gone now, as Voldemart had determined his role of double… no… triple… no… quadruple agent?

The pain came; starting in his feet… it always started there… until it crescendoed in a literal vortex of pain with him at the center.

He, once again, needlessly protested his innocence to the Dark Lord. Severus calmly stated that he had been framed by other jealous Death Eaters who had failed in their own personal assignments. Crabbe… Goyle… dare he mention Lucious Malfoy and the utter cockup at the Ministry?

He decided that the best way to convince the Dark Lord of the possibility of a mistake was by continuously protesting his innocence.

"I am not Lucius. I have not FAILED you. I did not end in Akzaban where I am unable to follow your commands. I listen! I obey!"

Like he expected, it didn't work. He'd have to keep repeating his claims of being innocent, over and over again, never adding anything that they might use against him.

"I obey! I listen! I have not FAILED you!"

The pain overwhelmed him, robbing him of his sight, the ability to think, as he spewed and spewed the little he had eaten of Christmas dinner. It hurt, hurt so bad, and the pain was unceasing, increasing long past his high tolerance of pain.

Severus tried not to weep, not willing to shame himself further. His body betrayed him though, as he couldn't prevent himself from soiling himself. It had never happened before… and the pain still swelled.

"Mercy," he pleaded. "Mercy…"

They would show him no compassion, for they were sharks, filled with blood lust as one of their own lay easy prey.

But then the pain stopped, and Severus prostrated himself before the Dark Lord. For good measure, he even kissed the floor close to the Dark Lord's foot.

"I won't let you die, Severus. I have such delightful plans for you. Return him to his cell," the Dark Lord snapped.

The Dark Lord touched Severus' face with one clammy hand as several Death Eaters roughly pulled him to his feet.

"It's a shame, Severus. Albus doesn't careat all about his wayward spy, you know. He's already boxed your things, put them in storage, and… replaced you at Hogwarts with that werewolf. You haven't even been gone for a day, Severus. It seems that your sainted Albus had his own doubts and had already decided that you were easily replaceable."

Lupin. Albus had replaced him with LUPIN?

"By a werewolf. Severus, I'd be embarrassed if I was unlucky enough to be you. Then again… you stick of your own piss and vomit, so you should be mortified." The Dark Lord laughed.

His followers cackled also, and so they continued to gleefully laugh as they dragged him to his cell.

Severus wasn't strong enough to stand, and he landed on the stone floor after he was pushed through the cell door. His graceless collapse earned another round of hyena type laughter. So tired…he couldn't even clean himself with wandless magic, and his jailers weren't the type to be bothered to clean another man's fluids off him.

Albus had been.His hands had been gentle when he had cleaned Severus, his voice soft, assuring Severus that he wasn't to be ashamed.

In the corner of the cell, where there was a blanket… well… it once was his robe… but now it was a blanket, and he needed to call it as such. Surviving required that he actually put anyway any false hopes, remembrances of what had been, could have been and should be, instead, he needed to focus on staying alive. Severus painfully inched his way over to his nest. Hidden beneath his blanket, there was an emerald green sock emblazoned with serpents playing a game of Quidditch. He found it, tightly clutching it in his hands before he slipped into an exhausted slumber.

They'd wake him; Cruciatus Curse him until he was screaming and then question him repeatedly until he was unconscious, and then repeat the cycle. Sometimes, he'd be allowed to eat or drink, but those times were infrequent, and at irregular intervals. The irregular feedings and waterings were the Death Eater's way to keep their prisoners unbalanced, to make their prisoners wonder how long they had been a captive.

If that didn't break him and soon, they'd start a new ploy.

But for now, Severus repeatedly assured them of his innocence and gave them what useless information he dared. They beat him when they found his intel was outdated, but he snarkily protested that he wasn't a very useful double agent considering he was in the Dark Lord's dungeon. His snark earned him a double round of Cruciatus Curses, plus a black eye.

He woke when someone placed their hands over his parched lips.

"Shhhhhh, Severus," said a familiar voice.

Blearily, he opened his eyes; saw a set of sky blue eyes and a loud, clashing set of robes. The man's long beard rubbed against Severus' face, and the smell of his cologne was familiar.

Albus?

"Merlin's beard, they've hurt you, Severus," Albus whispered. "You talk, but quietly. We're getting you out. First, let me help you. Drink this."

Albus put a cold flask next to his lips, and Severus refused to drink it. His mind was screaming that Dumbledore wouldn't be here.

They had long agreed upon the simple fact that no rescue would be forthcoming.

"Drink it," Albus ordered. "Horace prepared it. I'm sure you could do better, but it will do for now."

Severus refused, keeping his mouth closed and Dumbledore pinched Severus' nose shut with an exasperated sigh about Stubborn Slytherins. Finally, Severus had to open his mouth to gasp for breath and Albus poured it down his throat.

The potion was bitter and nasty, and it made his head spin.

"Quickly, Severus, you didn't tell them anything. Did you?" Albus intently questioned. "What did you tell them? Did you tell them about our plan to defeat the Dark Lord? I need to know, what did you tell him?"

Unexpectedly, Severus had the urge to chat, but 'to defeat the Dark Lord' rang in his ears. Albus never called the Dark Lord that. He was one of the few brave or stupid enough to call him Voldemort. Plus, what the hell was he wearing?

Dress Robes? Loud, clashing spangled dress robes? That silly little hat that was perched on his head? All this? For a clandestine operation that Albus would never authorize?

"You're not Albus," he shakily protested. "He'd never rescue me."

He earned a round house punch to his head for his troubles, and he found himself on his side, staring blearily at the walls that were fading in and out of focus. Blood trickled from his nose, and he closed his eyes.

Best not look at the wall, as he'd spew all over the non-Albus' fancy dress robes, which would probably earn him another round of Curses.

"Actually, Severus Snape, I am Albus." Albus held out his pocket watch and grinned. "For the next fifty minutes I am, at least. I'm going to show you how much like Albus Dumbledore I truly am. Confundo, Severus!"

Albus… the non Albus… positioned him on his stomach and bound him. He was so confused, his mind was screaming, and Severus couldn't think…Albus' robe dropped to the stone floor, he felt the weight of Albus on top of him, and he bit his lip so not to cry out when he first felt Albus thrust inside him.

It hurt…

It hurt so bad…

He was being stretched… torn…

Severus closed his eyes, trying to pretend that he was anywhere but there, but he knew what was happening. He was being brutally topped on a dirty, stone floor, Albus' weight slamming into him. When "Albus" came with a loud shout and one last thrust, Severus nearly wept his relief.

"Merlin's bloody scrote, what a ride. I'm surprised Dumbledore hasn't done more to get his whore back," growled Albus. "But don't you worry; we'll have time for at least one more ride before I change back."

Albus came to his cell frequently.

He mentally knew it wasn't Albus, but emotionally, it was hard to disconnect the fear and desperation that overloaded his sanity. Every time that Albus "visited" him, he'd feel that brief, irrational flash of hope that he was being rescued and then reality would come crashing down.

Severus wasn't sure how often Albus visited, as his food and water laced with assorted drugs, some to make him pliable, others to making his breaking easier and some other drugs… he thought he might have known their uses, a long, long time ago in another life.

Sometimes, Albus was dark and brooding, and semi-transparent at best. He'd pace the length of Severus' cell while Severus watched in bemused, confounded disbelief. The translucent Albus seemed … frantic… which made Severus giggle.

I am still searching for you, I promise. Where are you? If you could only tell me, I could find you, Severus.

One time he had answered, "I'm here! I'm here!"; hysterically laughing at the absurdity at conversing with a figment of his imagination, but naturally,the imaginary Albus never heard him.

Then there were the physical apparitions of Albus. One was quiet and took great pains to heal his physical wounds, and offer him comfort. To his shame, Severus often found himself wishing to lean against that Albus; to let him protect him as the faux Albus promised that he would.

It would be so easy to let something slip, something innocent, something that mattered not at all in the grand scheme of things, something that would earn him the promised reward of a real blanket rather than a tattered robe.

Yet, still, Severus refused to bend.

Other times, Dumbledore was angry and abusive, creatively hexing him until Severus' throat was raw from his screams.

But no matter if was the gentle Albus or the abusive Albus, Severus always ended in the same position.

On his belly, while Albus rode him hard, delighting and relishing in his pain. His flesh rippedandtore even as he screamed and screamed. His voice broke, and still he shrieked, his legendary self-control shattered.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Albus' hands had been gentle… not brutal and violent. Hadn't Albus been different?

That one time? Had that been a dream?

"Open your mouth, Severus." Albus ordered.

Moaning, he protested, not wanting to feel another cock fill his mouth, to choke and gag on their fluids in his mouth. His refusal to open his mouth earned Severus pain, incredible pain, so finally he opened his mouth, praying that this time he wouldn't choke.

It wasn't flesh in his mouth, no; instead, it was a wand.

"Come on, Sev, you know what to do with a wizard's wand in your mouth. Suck it boy, suck it good."

Like bloody hell was he going to suck a wooden wand, but it mattered not to Albus who seemed determined to choke and gag him with the wand. After a few minutes, Albus laughed.

"The Dark Lord's going to be so delighted with you, Severus."

And that was possibly the most frightening statement Severus had heard during this entire nightmare.