Everything I Do, I Do It For You

WARNING:- Contains scenes of mild torture, if this kind of thing makes you squeamish then please skip this chapter.

Chapter 10:- Severus and The Death Eaters

Severus Snape paced in front of the two Death Eaters, both of whom were leaning up against the wall, a mere inch from each other. Their bodies were bound with magical ropes, fastening them to the spot. Neither could move. Severus had made sure to tighten the robes behind their backs, encompassing their wrists tightly enough as to make it uncomfortable for them both. They eyeballed Severus with suspicion.

Bellatrix dared to break his methodical pacing. “What are you going to do with us, Severus?” she asked with a hint of defiance.

Although she was a true sadomasochist, she still believed in self-preservation.

Severus loomed over her, narrowing his eyes; he leaned in close to her ear, breathing in. Dropping his voice lower, he whispered, “Just you wait and see.” He stood himself up to his full height and leered at the two Death Eaters in front of him.

Bellatrix laughed, “Oh little Snapey is going to hurt me, I can hardly. . . .”

Severus brought the back of his hand right across her face. Her head jerked to the side as the force of the blow met her jaw line. A trickle of blood escaped her mouth.

“Shut your mouth unless I ask you a question!” Severus screamed, infuriated.

He preferred to start out with Muggle torture, and then work in some magic. He rubbed his hand subconsciously; it did hurt a little, but at the same time it calmed him for what was to come. He looked down at Bellatrix, who had noticed his discomfort and hinted with her eyes her pleasure. His head shot over to Rabastan. He knew Rabastan was a sadist and would be easier to break than Bellatrix.

A faint glimmer was detected in his peripheral vision; he whirled around, wand drawn. He surveyed the room, heart skipping a beat. His eyes fell on a knife gleaming on the floor; bending down and picking it up, he returned to Bellatrix and Rabastan. Turning the shining blade over in his hands, a faint smirk passed over his lips as the Death Eaters looked on, hatred etched upon their faces.

“Now,” Severus paused for effect, “I want you to tell me what you two were up to,” he drawled, and started pacing a couple of feet in front of them.

Neither of them uttered a sound. Whirling around to face them, he spat out in the most malicious voice he could muster.

“You are both trying my patience! Perhaps we shall see how quickly you talk when I start to cut off your fingers.”

When neither of them replied, Severus drew his leg back and kicked Rabastan in the side with all of his might, breaking some of his ribs. Rabastan flew onto his stomach and landed in front of Bellatrix, his hands behind his back still intertwined in the magical ropes. He moaned loudly.

Severus bent down behind Rabastan’s back and held onto the middle finger on his right hand. Rabastan tried to pull away; however, in this position he was no match for Severus’ strength. Severus held the knife up to his finger. He leant in close to Rabastan’s ear and whispered, in his most sadistic tone, “Tell me now or I shall turn you into the new Wormtail.”

When Rabastan didn’t speak, Severus shred in a somewhat jagged motion through his right middle finger; it came off with ease.

’Well at least he has the decency to keep his blade sharp,’ Severus thought as Rabastan screamed in agony.

Severus held up the finger, his hand now bloodied, and examined it. He laughed to stop the bile from rising in the back of his throat. He walked as calmly as he could around to the front of Bellatrix. He held up the bloody digit inches away from her face, and her eyes widened in fear.

“Tell me now or you’ll be next,” he bellowed.

“I will never defy the Dark Lord,” Bellatrix shrilled although there was a hint of fear in her voice.

Severus threw Rabastan’s finger on the floor in front of her and brought the knife up to her eye.

“He’s dead, so you may as well save yourself and tell me what I need to know.” Severus saw the panic in her eyes.

“He will return, he always does,” Bellatrix screamed.

“Not this time,” Severus replied pressing the knife just below her eye.

“You may as well kill me, because I won’t tell you a thing.”

Severus pushed the knife to her face. He cut a track from below her eye all the way to her ear. She shrieked in pain for a second then laughed as the blood made its way down her face. She opened her mouth and pushing out her tongue, caught some of it, licking her lips. Looking up at Severus, she cocked her head and smiled half jeering, half mockingly at him.

Severus looked away in total disgust, focussing his interest on Rabastan instead as the bile was threatening to force its way up his throat once more. Rabastan had managed to pull himself together somewhat and was whimpering quietly. Severus pulled him up and leaned him roughly against the wall yet again. Crouching down, looking into his eyes, he said, “Tell me what I need to know and you just may live.”

Rabastan paused and gathered his jumbled thoughts together before he stated, “We were just passing by on our way. . . .”

“NOOOOOO, don’t tell him anything, he is a vile traitor who doesn’t deserve . . .” Bellatrix screamed.

Severus twisted the knife around so that the hilt was now facing Bellatrix. With lightning speed he lashed out and hit Bellatrix on the temple with the hilt. She hit the ground with a dull thud. Returning his gaze to Rabastan, he lifted his eyebrow in his usual patented manner, questioning him.

Rabastan gasped, “We were just passing by on our way to the graveyard; that is where we planned on meeting after the battle. Bellatrix dragged me in here, as we heard voices.”

“Where are the others?” Severus asked in a demanding tone. He now felt more in control of the situation with Bellatrix out of the way.

“I don’t know; we were all disbanded when the Dark Lord fell,” Rabastan replied, eyeing the knife that Severus was now playing with. “Now please, that’s all I know! Please let me go!” Rabastan said in a pleading voice.

Severus was enjoying this too much as he brought the knife down to rest in between Rabastan’s legs. “I don’t believe that’s all you know.” Severus was now holding the knife painfully close to Rabastan’s family jewels. Rabastan’s eyes widened in terror.

“You still haven’t told me why you stopped here and didn’t go straight to the graveyard.” Severus pressed the knife into Rabastan's manhood, but took care not to cut him. Rabastan scooted back a little, not that there was anywhere he could go.

“Bellatrix thought that we would throw anyone off our trail by Apparating, zigzagging halfway across the country.” Rabastan was breathing in shallow little breaths and Severus didn’t want him to start hyperventilating.

“Last question - where is Hermione Granger?” Severus asked, hoping that Rabastan would be able to shed some light on the situation.

Rabastan looked puzzled, then realisation set in. “How should I know, and what would you care about that stupid little Mudblood anyway?” Rabastan added.

An evil laugh rang in Severus’ ears as he looked over to see Bellatrix had regained consciousness. “He has a taste for Mudbloods, or didn’t you realise that when he deserted our Lord.”

Severus turned his head slightly to stare at Bellatrix. True, she was disillusioned and disturbed, but that’s what had made her Voldemort’s favourite. Being able to manipulate her and having her do whatever he wanted. Severus knew in his heart that she would never talk; she’d rather be tortured to death than give away any of her now-dead master’s secrets. Standing up, he sidestepped to face Bellatrix.

“What did you say?” Severus demanded, a scowl forming on his brow.

“You heard me,” Bellatrix replied in a mocking voice.

Severus narrowed his eyes, staring directly at her maddened face, attempting Legilimency, sifting through her thoughts. They were jumbled. Focussing harder, he delved in deeper, trying to get a clear thought. Bellatrix resisted. Pushing her head to the side she broke eye contact, but not before Severus saw what he needed. They really had no idea where Miss Granger was.

Seeing that she was of no further use to him, Severus reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. Aiming it carefully, as his hand was shaking; he pointed it directly at Bellatrix’s chest and paused.

“Please forgive me,” he whispered while his eyes shot up to the heavens.

“Avada Kedavra!” Severus cried out, letting the full force of the spell flow through him. Reaching his fingertips, the arc of magic extended from his wand and hit Bellatrix in the chest. Her eyes widened in horror, as a gasp escaped her lips. She fell silent. He stared at Bellatrix now-limp form in front of him, his stomach clenching and unclenching.

Rabastan made a grunting sound to his left. Never in all the time that he had known Severus Snape had he known him to use the Killing Curse. Even at all of the gatherings where they had tortured Muggles, he had seen Severus standing in the background, a looming force watching the proceedings - but never joining in. Gathering what little courage he had left he lifted up his chin and spoke quite deliberately.

“You’ll be going to Azkaban for that,” pausing while Severus’ head turned to face him, he continued, “then straight to hell.” He spat.

“Not before you!” Severus frowned with all the venom he could muster. Lifting his wand he spoke the curse again.

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A/N:- Well I hope you like it so far. Thank you once more for the GREAT reviews, you people ROCK!

Ahhh this chapter was a real joy for me to write, perhaps because the words just seemed to flow out of my mind. Does this make me sick, perverted and twisted? Quite possibly, but hey I would'nt have it any other way. LOL!!!

GO SEVERUS KICK SOME DEATH EATER BUTT!!!

Thanks also goes out to my beta, LydiaCarol, although this chapter was particularly hard on her. She really does hate violence.

Disclaimer:- Not mine, JK's.