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The Mission
Chapter 22 - The Mission
Severus found himself once again in the receiving chamber. He noticed the Dark Lord sitting bolt upright on his throne, his face blank as the pops and
cracks quickly quieted. The tension in the room increased tenfold as the silence continued to the point of uncomforting. Severus forced himself to keep
absolutely still, unlike many of his colleagues who were fidgeting nervously. Voldemort slowly drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, his face covered
in shadow but for his red eyes that glowed like coals in the dimness of the room.
“Antonin,” said Voldemort softly. “Have you made contact at Durmstrang yet?” A man stepped away from the rest of the circle and knelt on the ground.
“N-not yet, my lord,” he said quickly. “I am having problems finding any ally within the school, since Karakaroff is -“
“I do not need to be reminded of Igor’s fate, Antonin,” hissed Voldemort. “I distinctly remember ordering his death myself.”
“Y-yes, master,” stuttered Dolohov.
“Get up off my floor, Dolohov,” snapped Voldemort, rising out of his chair. Dolohov scrambled out of the way as Voldemort walked slowly around the circle.
Every now and then, he paused and lifted the chin of particular Death Eaters, staring intently into their eyes. He stopped in front of a tall, thin young man and
raised the boy’s head with a skeletal finger. After a few seconds, Voldemort gripped the boy’s jaw firmly and pressed his wand to the child’s forehead.
Severus felt the hair on his arms stand on end at the sound of Voldemort muttered under his breath.
“His hand,” the Dark Lord was saying. “His hand.” He threw the boy away from him and spun around sharply, his eyes boring holes into
Severus’s.
“I want every one of you to start recruiting,” said Voldemort swiftly. “Relatives, close friends - anyone who can be trusted to follow simple instructions. I want
them brought to me as soon as they are willing for branding and training. Now get out of my sight and do not return without people to brand. Severus, stay.”
The room exploded with cracks for a few seconds, then - silence. Voldemort began circling Severus, his robes whispering across the floor behind him.
“You know, Severus,” he said quietly, “I don’t like not knowing things.” Severus held his tongue, his stomach knotting horribly at undisguised displeasure in
his tone.
“What happened to his hand, Severus?” asked Voldemort simply.
“My lord,” said Severus, “he would not tell me. He didn’t trust me enough to -“
“DON’T LIE TO ME!” roared Voldemort, drawing his wand. “CRUCIO!” Severus crumbled to the floor, his long limbs twitching as every nerve in his
body fired painfully. After an eternity, Voldemort lifted the curse. Severus panted for breath, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.
“What happened to his hand?” asked Voldemort again, enunciating each word very clearly.
“My lord, please,” pleaded Severus softly, “I don’t know. I tried to -“
“Tried? TRIED?” shouted Voldemort in fury. “’Tried’ isn’t good enough for me, Severus. Crucio!” Again, Severus convulsed on the floor. He
couldn’t keep himself from screaming in agony as the curse was held for almost a minute. Voldemort slashed his wand through the air, canceling the spell.
Severus continued twitching slightly.
“I have a task for you,” said Voldemort angrily, “for you and you alone. Do you understand me, Severus? You are to tell no one of what I speak to you. I
trust this to you because I know you will not fail me.” Severus tried to reply, but his throat was burned raw from his screaming. Voldemort sat back down on
his throne and rest his arms on the arms of the chair.
“I want you to check on something for me,” said Voldemort quietly. “There is a locket that belonged to my mother. I have hidden it inside a cavern on the
southern borders of England. I want you to bring the locket to me so that I may hide it elsewhere. I fear I may have underestimated Dumbledore’s initiative.”
He looked away from Severus and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Severus smiled inwardly at the flickers of fear racing across those hideous red eyes.
“Go,” muttered Voldemort. “And if I hear that you have said or implied anything about this to anyone, I will make sure you never speak again. Are we
clear?”
“Y-y-yes, my l-l-lord,” whispered Severus. Voldemort waved him away. Ever so slowly, Severus rolled over onto his hands and knees. He cautiously got
to his feet, only to have his legs give out from underneath him and send him back to the floor. He clenched his jaw at the sound of soft chuckling behind him.
He tried again to get up, but his arms and legs would not cooperate. He closed his eyes and rested on his side, frustrated as hell at himself and at the Dark
Lord for enjoying his weakness.
Voldemort stood and walked over to stand above Severus, smiling down on him. He bent and brushed a lock of Severus’s hair back from his face. His hand
slid down Severus’s neck and gently pushed Severus onto his back. He undid the clasp of Severus’s cloak, flicking the edges back as he drew his
wand.
“How about a little relief, child?” said Voldemort melodically, touching his wand to Severus’s hands. He bound them together and raised them over
Severus’s head, sticking them to the floor. Severus’s face paled as he gently tested his restraints. The bastard knew very well that Severus hated being
physically constrained in any way. Severus couldn’t stop his breathing from becoming ragged as his mind was flooded with fear and long-forgotten
memories.
“Now, now, Severus,” murmured Voldemort as he stepped over behind Severus’s head. “You trust me, don’t you?” He set the tip of his wand to Severus’s
temple and closed his eyes, his lips moving rapidly. Severus groaned softly, trying to fight off the spell. Voldemort bent down and spoke in Severus’s
ear.
“Severus, don’t fight me,” said Voldemort softly. “These charms are near as addictive as everyone says they are. They’re actually quite -
exhilarating.” He chuckled smugly and pressed his fingers to the other side of Severus’s head, tripling the power behind the spell. Severus could feel
his mind being overwhelmed by the charm, erotic images flashing through his head as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His pulse was racing. He
arched into the phantom hands that were gliding down his chest, unable to keep his body from reacting. He pulled hard against his invisible bonds, moaning
in pleasure.
“And now,” muttered Voldemort softly, “the finishing act.” He took a deep breath and pushed more energy into the spell. Severus bucked several times off
the floor before shuddering. He gasped softly for breath as his mind cleared suddenly. He blinked quickly, trying to clear the spots from his vision as his ears
filled with manic laughter.
“See?” said Voldemort, standing as he released Severus’s hands. “Don’t you feel better, child?” Severus rolled away from him, feeling absolutely sick.
“Yes, my lord,” whispered Severus mechanically, his eyes glazed over. Voldemort patted his shoulder and walked out of the room. The door closed heavily
behind him. Severus lifted his head and sneered hatefully at it.
“Fuck you, you bastard,” he muttered shakily as he got to his feet. He immediately disapparated to the bridge, slowly making his way back to the house and
went inside. He shut and locked the door, checking the clock on the wall.
Half-past one. Harry would be up at 6:30 for training.
“Shit,” muttered Severus quietly. He turned off the light and went upstairs to take a shower.
+HP+
Harry frowned at the clock. He checked his watch again to see if it was simply running fast.
His watch read 7:28. The clock said 7:30.
He got up off the sofa and walked softly back upstairs. He gently rapped his knuckles on Severus’s door. It cracked open slightly. He peaked through the
small crack, pushing the door open at seeing Severus still asleep. He walked around to the far side of the bed and wrapped his arm around the bedpost,
scowling at Severus’s trembling. Stepping over the shoes on the floor, Harry crept towards the small bedside table. He quietly pulled open the drawer.
“You’re not looking for my cigarettes, are you child?” murmured Severus. Harry jumped slightly and looked over at him, seeing his eyes still closed.
“No,” he said, going back to digging around in the drawer. “I was looking for a bit of Nerve Regenerator. You know you’re up to nine hours of running,
right?” Severus’s eyes popped open.
“What time is it?” he asked quickly. He winced in pain as he sat up. Harry pulled out a large vial and shook it up.
“7:30,” he said. He pulled out the stopper and handed Severus the potion. Severus put the vial to his lips and drained the entire thing. He laid back down,
feeling the tingling sensation of the potion travel slowly down his arms and legs. Harry took the empty vial from his hand and set it on the table.
“So I’m guessing you didn’t hit yourself with Cruciatus,” he said as he sat gingerly on the corner of the bed. Severus smirked at the ceiling.
“That would be a good guess,” he replied hoarsely. “He knows about Albus’s hand.” Harry sat up straight as he continued. “He wants me to check on the
Horcruxes for him. He’s starting with the locket.”
“That’s great!” exclaimed Harry loudly, causing Severus to wince and put his hands to his head. “He’ll tell you where the scepter is!”
“Hopefully,” whispered Severus tersely. He sighed at the excitement in the boy’s eyes. He wasn’t sure the boy was ready for this. And if anything went
wrong -
“So,” said Harry rapidly, “are you going to take him the real one or the fake one?”
“The fake one,” answered Severus. “Since he didn’t tell me what exactly it looked like, I’m to play the witless but obedient follower who does exactly what
he’s told and doesn’t ask any stupid questions.” He sat up again, sighing in relief. He threw the covers back and swung his legs over the side of the bed,
pausing slightly before standing up. Harry’s eyes were immediately drawn to the long, thin scars criss-crossing the man’s back as Severus made his way
towards his closet. Severus took down a pair of black trousers and slid them over his thin legs. He gently pulled a dark blue buttondown off its hanger and
pulled it on.
“Nine hours, hm?” he said as he walked out the door. Harry grinned and ran after him.
“Actually, sir,” he said cheekily as they went down the stairs. “I think you’re up to about eleven now.” Severus raised an eyebrow at him as he walked
through the sitting room.
“You still owe me five from last week, child,” he said, grinned smugly as Harry’s face fell. He opened the door and waved Harry through. Harry frowned at
him a little and jogged to the warehouse at the end of the next block. Severus shut and locked the door before following Harry down the street.
Harry was already running his laps when Severus walked inside. Severus tied his hair back from his face and moved to the center of the room to stretch out
a bit. Harry joined him several minutes later.
“You ready to lose a few duels today, old man?” he said a bit breathlessly. Severus smirked confidently at him.
“What was last week’s score again?” asked Severus thoughtfully. “Oh yes, that’s right. Seven to four, me.”
“That last one did not count,” said Harry fiercely. “You cheated.” Severus scowled at him, his temper flickering.
“I don’t need to cheat to beat you, Potter,” he said silkily. He fired several low-level spells at Harry, who blocked them easily.
“Did Voldemort say anything about this talisman thing he’s looking for?” asked Harry, firing off several spells in succession. Severus quickly blocked them
and rebounded the last one off his shield back at Harry. Harry dropped to the floor, dodging the beam of red light.
“No,” said Severus, “but I’m almost positive Radha knows what it is.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Like she’s going to tell you anything,” he said snidely. “You sure pissed her off about something, didn’t you?” Severus’s face paled in fury.
“Shut up,” he growled. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Harry smirked at him, a daring idea popping into his mind.
“Touchy, are we?” taunted Harry. “What, did she catch you with another woman - someone prettier who didn’t give you so much lip?”
“Why, you insolent little prick!” shouted Severus as he furiously fired curse after curse at the boy. Harry’s eyes went wide, dropping and rolling away from
the Slicing hexes that Severus was throwing. He clenched his jaw and immediately returned fire.
“You said no dangerous hexes!” yelled Harry over the spellfire.
“I said you couldn’t throw any dangerous hexes at me,” clarified Severus angrily. Harry sneered and disapparated, appearing right behind
him. Severus ducked and swung his leg around, knocking Harry to the floor.
“Alright!” shouted Harry crossly. “That’s it!” He shot a Slicing hex at Severus’s face, missing him by a hair’s breath. He immediately got to his feet and began
firing every curse and hex that came to his mind. The spells flew and rebounded at a dizzying pace, with little to no time between them. A Cutting hex caught
Harry across his left arm. He cried out and bent over, pressing his other hand against the wound. Severus immediately ran over to him.
“Are you alright?” he asked swiftly. Harry grinned and grabbed the wand from his hand.
“Incarcerous,” said Harry smugly. Severus fell hard to the floor as the ropes bound him from ankles to chest.
“Damn,” he muttered half-heartedly. He sighed as Harry squatted down next to him. “Good. But really, how’s your arm?” Harry glanced down at his
blood-soaked sleeve.
“Stings a little,” he said, releasing Severus from the ropes. He handed him back his wand and walked over to the wall. He slid down the floor as his
breathing returned to a normal rate.
“I’ll have you know you just ruined a good shirt,” said Harry as Severus walked over and sat down in front of him. Harry ran his wand down the front of his
shirt to undo the buttons and carefully extracted his arm from the fabric. Severus gently took his arm and began cleaning the cut.
“She broke up with me because I took the Mark and after that, spying for Albus,” said Severus quietly, glancing at the boy’s face briefly. “It was Kingsley she
broke up with for being caught with another girl, but that was when we were all still in school.” Harry frowned.
“You started spying to save lives,” he said simply. “It was stupid of her to drop you because of that.” Severus raised an eyebrow at him.
“Is it?” he asked. “There are many who would strongly disagree with you.” He ran his fingers over the thin scar on the boy’s arm. “She was one of the best
undercover agents with the Corps by the time I started at Hogwarts. I hated her working for the Aurors and she hated me working for Albus, so eventually
we thought it better to go our separate ways because neither of us were willing to quit our jobs.” He picked up Harry’s shirt and repaired the tear in the
sleeve. He spelled the blood off and handed it back to Harry.
“Your Box shield was weak on the left side, apparently,” he said softly as he stood up from the floor. Harry sighed to himself at the brief look of regret he
caught crossing the man’s pale face. He tested the range of motion of his left arm as he got up off the floor.
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Severus waited a week and a half before returning to the Dark Lord. He quickly reread the small note before replacing it back into the gold locket. He
slipped the locket into a small sack and put the sack in the pocket of his Death Eater cloak. Walking silently through the sitting room, he lifted the hood of his
cloak and stepped around to the front of his chair. He snorted softly at seeing Harry slumped over asleep with a huge book in his lap. He knew the boy
hadn’t been sleeping well. Despite their gruelingly long dueling sessions and the academic stress of learning very advanced magic, Severus had found
Harry asleep in almost every seat in the house at odd hours of the day after the boy had been awake well before he was. Severus knelt down in front of the
chair and gently pushed back the shaggy hair from Harry’s face. He sighed at the slight sheen of sweat on Harry’s forehead, Harry murmuring something in
his sleep.
“Even in your dreams, you can’t escape him,” whispered Severus, hesitant to leave the child alone. He slowly pulled the book from Harry’s limp hands and
set it on the table behind him. He turned back to meet Harry’s haunted eyes staring at him. Harry pulled his legs up into the seat and laid his head on the
arm of the chair.
“Bad dream?” asked Severus. Harry nodded, shifting his gaze away from his face.
“Are you going?” whispered Harry.
“I was,” answered Severus, eyeing him worriedly. “I can wait until tomorrow if you’d rather me stay for a while.”
“No,” said Harry quickly. “I’m - I’m okay.” Severus shook his head slightly, sensing the lie in his tone.
“I shouldn’t be long,” said Severus quietly. He ran his hand once more over Harry’s messy hair and stood up from the floor, his cloak flaring out behind him
as he left the house.