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A Spy Unveiled
A/N Not mine. All of the Potterverse belongs to the great JKR. Once I am done with them I promise to return them as straight as I fouhem.hem.
Chapter One: A Spy Unveiled
Severus Snape ran through the house like a maniac. Of course that was only to be expected as he was running for his life. His role as a double agent was finally over. He had been discovered by Lord Voldemort. More precisely, by Death Eater Peter Pettigrew. Peter had gone into his Animagus form, a common garden rat, and hidden in Severus’s billowing robes after the Death Eater’s meeting the previous night. Peter watched as Severus retold the story of the meeting to Albus Dumbledore. He told him how Voldemort had watched as his followers ripped apart and raped innocent Muggles. Peter had eagerly reported back to his Master about Severus’s role in the Order of the Phoenix.
Severus should have known something was up when he was summoned the next night. Voldemort never held two meetings in more than one week unless something was very, very wrong. It would be highly suspicious to anyone watching the Death Eater’s movements. But around nine o’clock that evening, Severus felt the too-familiar pain in his left forearm. He was being summoned. Of course the thought occurred to him that this was out of the ordinary, but exactly why hadn’t crossed his mind in his hurry to get to Hogsmeade to Apparate. The Dark Lord always made a show of punishing the last to arrive.
When he got to Hogsmeade he Apparated to the Riddle House in Little Hangleton. After it became apparent to the locals that anyone who dared enter the Riddle House died without explanation, they learned to avoid the ancestral home at all costs. This proved to be very convenient for the Dark Lord and his servants. When they didn’t meet there they met at Malfoy Manor, another place people had learned to avoid. When Severus arrived it was to his relief that there were only a dozen or so masked men standing in the living room. Slowly the sounds of men Apparating stopped and Voldemort stepped into view, in all his snakelike glory. His eyes were ablaze with a fire Severus hadn’t seen in a long time. It immediately put him on his guard. He hadn’t seen him this angry since the ill-fated trip to the Department of Mysteries eight months before.
One by one all the men stepped forward to kiss the hem of his long robes. It wasn’t until the last man joined the circle that Voldemort spoke. When he did it was little more than a hiss filled with such venom Peter Pettigrew nearly fainted. “It would seem that one of you, one of my most trusted, has betrayed me.” There were murmurs throughout the room that immediately ceased when their master narrowed his red eyes. Severus gulped, preparing his mind for the inevitable invasion. “One of you has been a double agent for Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.”
Voldemort stepped off his platform and walked right in front of Severus and pulled off his mask. The rage apparent in the older man’s face was enough to make a lesser man scream, but not Severus Snape. He was much too proud to cower in front of anybody. “Why, Severus?” was all he had to say. His voice was little more than a harsh whisper and Severus was sure only he had heard it. He decided that silence was his best option. Skilled as he was in dueling he knew he could never take on the thirty or so men in the room. Thirty men and one Bellatrix Lestrange. He would hate to fight her. She scratched. “Why Severus!” he shouted for all to hear. Silence. Voldemort‘s fire returned to his eyes and he grabbed Severus‘s face with his pale hands and made him look at his red orbs. “Peter followed you last night! I know you‘ve been working both sides!”
He dropped Severus’s face and calmed himself down before continuing. “I‘m not totally surprised, of course. I have doubted your loyalty since my return when you did not show yourself immediately. When you didn‘t come to find me when you were free while others rotted in Azkaban.” Severus raised his glance to look at him.
“Kill me,” he whispered. He had been prepared for this for sometime. He had no intention of pleading for his life. No, he would die at the hands of the man he had called Master for so long. He was ready, he wouldn’t fight, wouldn’t cry. Voldemort got off on men begging. He refused to give the sick sadistic man in front of him that pleasure.
Voldemort laughed. It was hollow and reverberated off the walls like a shotgun. Many of the men around him shifted uncomfoly. ly. “Kill you? You expect me to kill you? Yes, I suppose I should. But killing you would give me little pleasure. As your dear friend Dumbledore taught me, there are things worse than death.” He leaned in and whispered the next part. “And I intend to show you just how many things I can think of that fall into that category.” He walked backwards to the center of the circle, never allowing his gaze to wandeom Som Severus’s. The men glared at each other with such intensity that anyone that dared walk between them would have been blown to proverbial bits. “Rookwood, Malfoy, bind him and take his wand.”
Malfoy and Rookwood rushed forward with malice and grabbed Severus’s arms and legs with such ferocity he wondered briefly if he would live long enough to be tortured. Lucius Malfoy conjured up a bed and he and the other masked man tied Severus to it with leather straps. Severus thought ronironic that he’d been in this position before with these men, but this time pain awaited instead of pleasure. “Where to begin? Well, there‘s always the Cruciatus, but that ceases to be fun after a time.” A malevolent grin spread across Voldemort’s face as he said the incantation. “Crucio.” Severus bit his lip to keep from screaming. He again refused to give the man he had worked against for so long any satisfaction. His body, however, betrayed him. He twitched uncontrollably in places he never knew existed.
Inside his head he kept repeating the same line over and over, like a mantra. I will not go insane. I will not go insane. I will not go insane. He had no idea how long the torture lasted. All he could hear was the sadistic laughter coming from all sides. He knew he wouldn’t be killed, Voldemort had said so himself. He had visions of sitting in St. Mungo’s chatting it up with Frank and Alice Longbottom. He imagined that Albus and Minerva would visit him every Christmas and he would give them Chocolate Frog cards for no apparent reason. He kept repeating his mantra louder and louder inside his head until he realized he was screaming it. The laughter stopped and Voldemort lowered his wand.
“You will not go insane?” Voldemort questioned, obviously amused. Severus didn’t speak but glared at him defiantly. “No, you‘re right. I don‘t want you insane. I want you fully aware of what‘s coming next,” he smiled, barring his fang-like yellow teeth. What proceeded next cannot be described in words. Severus had every known hex and jinx placed on him. After several hours he no longer resembled a human being. He was shaking uncontrollably, oozing from everywhere a man can ooze, he had slug like fingers and all the bones in his legs were gone. “Had enough?” he asked witck sck sweetness, sending shivers up Severus’s spine.
Severus was in far too much pain to speak, so he settled for spitting at the shoes of his former master. There were several gasps throughout the room. Voldemort again laughed his hollow laugh. “Finite Incantatem.” Severus was immediately on his feet in one piece again. His bones were back and the oozing ceased. “Now that I‘ve played my games, the real fun begins.” He grinned, sickening Severus to his very core. “Goyle, sforwforward.” Goyle did as ordered, his arms flailing clumsily by his side. “Goyle, much as it pains you, explain to Severus and the rest of us why you have continually missed meetings.” Voldemort knew Goyle wouldn’t speak, so he spoke for the man. “You know that condition your dear friend Remus Lupin suffers from?” he asked wickedly.
Severus eyes widened in alarm as he realized what was to happen to him. It took several minutes to find his voice. “Goyle?” was all he could choke out. Voldemort‘s grin widened. There were murmurs of understanding throughout the hall. Murmurs of disgust. Murmurs of anticipation. Too many murmurs in Severus‘s opinion to be a good thing. “Why would you allow a werewolf to be among us?”
Voldemort laughed again. This time it was full of mirth. “For taking care of traitors. And Mudbloods. The transformations usually kill them.”
“You know better than to think you‘ll transform me alive,” Severus snarled dangerously.
“I already explained that I didn‘t want you dead. I want you to suffer. Malfoy, Rookwood, grab him.” Malfoy and Rookwood stepped forward once more, but Severus was too fast for them. He grabbed his and from Luciuscketcket and Apparated with a loud pop! Voldemort’s grin simply widened. “I do love a good chase. Come, followers, whoever finds him first will have won my favor. Any ideas where to look?” Not that he didn’t know the answer, he just thought it would be more fun to let Severus tire himself out before he caught him.
Peter Pettigrew stepped forward. Voldemort acknowledged him with a curt nod, signaling him to continue. “ShriShrieking Shack. He knows no one will be there and he will be able to escape to Hogwarts.”
Without further words the men Apparato Hoo Hogsmeade and made their way to the house.
Severus had indeed Apparated there and was running through the house as the Death Eater’s approached. He tripped on the steps, rolling head first to the bottom. He quickly got up and headed for the front door. He was just coming out the door when they found him. He drew his wand and sent well-aimed curses at several of the Death Eaters, knocking them out of commission. To his dismay he missed Goyle. Voldemort himself drew his wand and sent a Full Body Bind Severus’s way. He circled Severus like a vulture circling his prey. He bent down and stared into Severus’s never ending black eyes. Though his bones were back and the hexes lifted, he was still worse for wear. His muscles twitched under the bind. “Did you really think you could escape me?” he whispered. Severus sent him a death glare, answering his question. Voldemort stood up. “Goyle, do your worst. And do be sure to bite his lip, we all know how much he likes that,” he smirked.
Goyle walked forward and bent down. When he first made contact with the Potions Master his touch was almost like that of a lover. Almost, but not quite. Goyle and Severus had gone together as schoolboys, so Goyle did indeed know that he liked to have his lip bitten. Lower lip, of course, never the top. Goyle lay on top of him and pressed his mouth against Severus’s. He opened his mouth with his tongue. For once Severus didn’t reciprocate. Goyle pulled out his wand and lifted the bind. Severus still didn’t respond. Goyle tried for about five minutes before he conceded defeat and bit on the man’s lip. Upper lip, just to annoy him. For a split second Severus thought that he couldn’t go through with it. That just proved how much he didn’t know about his ex. The taste of blood filled his mouth and Goyle got up, smirking at a job well done.
Severus slowly tried to get to his feet, but Voldemort kicked him down. “No, really, don‘t get up. I always had such high hopes for you. You disappointed me. Now as I already said, I had my fun. But your former colleagues haven‘t.” The Death Eaters around him drew their wands. “No men, no wands. We‘re going to do this the old fashion way.” Severus groaned, he could take hex after hex, but physical punishment was where he drew the line. He tried to rise again only to find himself under another bind. The men came, in turn, kicking, punching, scratching, and generally causing him as much pain as possible. After he was reduced to a shivering mass of blood, Voldemort called them off. “Enjoy your life, lycanthrope.” One by one the men disappeared until only Lucius Malfoy remained.
Lucius walked over to him and undid the bind. He held out his hand which Severus gladly took. “You didn‘t answer our master, but will you answer me? Your closest friend? Why?” Severus nearly fell over, but Lucius caught him. “When you are feeling better I expect an answer.” He dropped him in the snow and Apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
It was several hours before Severus could Apparate himself to 12 Grimmauld Place. When he finally had the strength he knocked on the door. When it opened he fell into the arms of fellow werewolf, Remus Lupin.
A/N Okay, that was my first attempt at slash, I hope you liked it. Helpful, constructive criticism welcome. But please don’t flame me. I’m looking for a beta, so if you are interested contact me.
Chapter One: A Spy Unveiled
Severus Snape ran through the house like a maniac. Of course that was only to be expected as he was running for his life. His role as a double agent was finally over. He had been discovered by Lord Voldemort. More precisely, by Death Eater Peter Pettigrew. Peter had gone into his Animagus form, a common garden rat, and hidden in Severus’s billowing robes after the Death Eater’s meeting the previous night. Peter watched as Severus retold the story of the meeting to Albus Dumbledore. He told him how Voldemort had watched as his followers ripped apart and raped innocent Muggles. Peter had eagerly reported back to his Master about Severus’s role in the Order of the Phoenix.
Severus should have known something was up when he was summoned the next night. Voldemort never held two meetings in more than one week unless something was very, very wrong. It would be highly suspicious to anyone watching the Death Eater’s movements. But around nine o’clock that evening, Severus felt the too-familiar pain in his left forearm. He was being summoned. Of course the thought occurred to him that this was out of the ordinary, but exactly why hadn’t crossed his mind in his hurry to get to Hogsmeade to Apparate. The Dark Lord always made a show of punishing the last to arrive.
When he got to Hogsmeade he Apparated to the Riddle House in Little Hangleton. After it became apparent to the locals that anyone who dared enter the Riddle House died without explanation, they learned to avoid the ancestral home at all costs. This proved to be very convenient for the Dark Lord and his servants. When they didn’t meet there they met at Malfoy Manor, another place people had learned to avoid. When Severus arrived it was to his relief that there were only a dozen or so masked men standing in the living room. Slowly the sounds of men Apparating stopped and Voldemort stepped into view, in all his snakelike glory. His eyes were ablaze with a fire Severus hadn’t seen in a long time. It immediately put him on his guard. He hadn’t seen him this angry since the ill-fated trip to the Department of Mysteries eight months before.
One by one all the men stepped forward to kiss the hem of his long robes. It wasn’t until the last man joined the circle that Voldemort spoke. When he did it was little more than a hiss filled with such venom Peter Pettigrew nearly fainted. “It would seem that one of you, one of my most trusted, has betrayed me.” There were murmurs throughout the room that immediately ceased when their master narrowed his red eyes. Severus gulped, preparing his mind for the inevitable invasion. “One of you has been a double agent for Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.”
Voldemort stepped off his platform and walked right in front of Severus and pulled off his mask. The rage apparent in the older man’s face was enough to make a lesser man scream, but not Severus Snape. He was much too proud to cower in front of anybody. “Why, Severus?” was all he had to say. His voice was little more than a harsh whisper and Severus was sure only he had heard it. He decided that silence was his best option. Skilled as he was in dueling he knew he could never take on the thirty or so men in the room. Thirty men and one Bellatrix Lestrange. He would hate to fight her. She scratched. “Why Severus!” he shouted for all to hear. Silence. Voldemort‘s fire returned to his eyes and he grabbed Severus‘s face with his pale hands and made him look at his red orbs. “Peter followed you last night! I know you‘ve been working both sides!”
He dropped Severus’s face and calmed himself down before continuing. “I‘m not totally surprised, of course. I have doubted your loyalty since my return when you did not show yourself immediately. When you didn‘t come to find me when you were free while others rotted in Azkaban.” Severus raised his glance to look at him.
“Kill me,” he whispered. He had been prepared for this for sometime. He had no intention of pleading for his life. No, he would die at the hands of the man he had called Master for so long. He was ready, he wouldn’t fight, wouldn’t cry. Voldemort got off on men begging. He refused to give the sick sadistic man in front of him that pleasure.
Voldemort laughed. It was hollow and reverberated off the walls like a shotgun. Many of the men around him shifted uncomfoly. ly. “Kill you? You expect me to kill you? Yes, I suppose I should. But killing you would give me little pleasure. As your dear friend Dumbledore taught me, there are things worse than death.” He leaned in and whispered the next part. “And I intend to show you just how many things I can think of that fall into that category.” He walked backwards to the center of the circle, never allowing his gaze to wandeom Som Severus’s. The men glared at each other with such intensity that anyone that dared walk between them would have been blown to proverbial bits. “Rookwood, Malfoy, bind him and take his wand.”
Malfoy and Rookwood rushed forward with malice and grabbed Severus’s arms and legs with such ferocity he wondered briefly if he would live long enough to be tortured. Lucius Malfoy conjured up a bed and he and the other masked man tied Severus to it with leather straps. Severus thought ronironic that he’d been in this position before with these men, but this time pain awaited instead of pleasure. “Where to begin? Well, there‘s always the Cruciatus, but that ceases to be fun after a time.” A malevolent grin spread across Voldemort’s face as he said the incantation. “Crucio.” Severus bit his lip to keep from screaming. He again refused to give the man he had worked against for so long any satisfaction. His body, however, betrayed him. He twitched uncontrollably in places he never knew existed.
Inside his head he kept repeating the same line over and over, like a mantra. I will not go insane. I will not go insane. I will not go insane. He had no idea how long the torture lasted. All he could hear was the sadistic laughter coming from all sides. He knew he wouldn’t be killed, Voldemort had said so himself. He had visions of sitting in St. Mungo’s chatting it up with Frank and Alice Longbottom. He imagined that Albus and Minerva would visit him every Christmas and he would give them Chocolate Frog cards for no apparent reason. He kept repeating his mantra louder and louder inside his head until he realized he was screaming it. The laughter stopped and Voldemort lowered his wand.
“You will not go insane?” Voldemort questioned, obviously amused. Severus didn’t speak but glared at him defiantly. “No, you‘re right. I don‘t want you insane. I want you fully aware of what‘s coming next,” he smiled, barring his fang-like yellow teeth. What proceeded next cannot be described in words. Severus had every known hex and jinx placed on him. After several hours he no longer resembled a human being. He was shaking uncontrollably, oozing from everywhere a man can ooze, he had slug like fingers and all the bones in his legs were gone. “Had enough?” he asked witck sck sweetness, sending shivers up Severus’s spine.
Severus was in far too much pain to speak, so he settled for spitting at the shoes of his former master. There were several gasps throughout the room. Voldemort again laughed his hollow laugh. “Finite Incantatem.” Severus was immediately on his feet in one piece again. His bones were back and the oozing ceased. “Now that I‘ve played my games, the real fun begins.” He grinned, sickening Severus to his very core. “Goyle, sforwforward.” Goyle did as ordered, his arms flailing clumsily by his side. “Goyle, much as it pains you, explain to Severus and the rest of us why you have continually missed meetings.” Voldemort knew Goyle wouldn’t speak, so he spoke for the man. “You know that condition your dear friend Remus Lupin suffers from?” he asked wickedly.
Severus eyes widened in alarm as he realized what was to happen to him. It took several minutes to find his voice. “Goyle?” was all he could choke out. Voldemort‘s grin widened. There were murmurs of understanding throughout the hall. Murmurs of disgust. Murmurs of anticipation. Too many murmurs in Severus‘s opinion to be a good thing. “Why would you allow a werewolf to be among us?”
Voldemort laughed again. This time it was full of mirth. “For taking care of traitors. And Mudbloods. The transformations usually kill them.”
“You know better than to think you‘ll transform me alive,” Severus snarled dangerously.
“I already explained that I didn‘t want you dead. I want you to suffer. Malfoy, Rookwood, grab him.” Malfoy and Rookwood stepped forward once more, but Severus was too fast for them. He grabbed his and from Luciuscketcket and Apparated with a loud pop! Voldemort’s grin simply widened. “I do love a good chase. Come, followers, whoever finds him first will have won my favor. Any ideas where to look?” Not that he didn’t know the answer, he just thought it would be more fun to let Severus tire himself out before he caught him.
Peter Pettigrew stepped forward. Voldemort acknowledged him with a curt nod, signaling him to continue. “ShriShrieking Shack. He knows no one will be there and he will be able to escape to Hogwarts.”
Without further words the men Apparato Hoo Hogsmeade and made their way to the house.
Severus had indeed Apparated there and was running through the house as the Death Eater’s approached. He tripped on the steps, rolling head first to the bottom. He quickly got up and headed for the front door. He was just coming out the door when they found him. He drew his wand and sent well-aimed curses at several of the Death Eaters, knocking them out of commission. To his dismay he missed Goyle. Voldemort himself drew his wand and sent a Full Body Bind Severus’s way. He circled Severus like a vulture circling his prey. He bent down and stared into Severus’s never ending black eyes. Though his bones were back and the hexes lifted, he was still worse for wear. His muscles twitched under the bind. “Did you really think you could escape me?” he whispered. Severus sent him a death glare, answering his question. Voldemort stood up. “Goyle, do your worst. And do be sure to bite his lip, we all know how much he likes that,” he smirked.
Goyle walked forward and bent down. When he first made contact with the Potions Master his touch was almost like that of a lover. Almost, but not quite. Goyle and Severus had gone together as schoolboys, so Goyle did indeed know that he liked to have his lip bitten. Lower lip, of course, never the top. Goyle lay on top of him and pressed his mouth against Severus’s. He opened his mouth with his tongue. For once Severus didn’t reciprocate. Goyle pulled out his wand and lifted the bind. Severus still didn’t respond. Goyle tried for about five minutes before he conceded defeat and bit on the man’s lip. Upper lip, just to annoy him. For a split second Severus thought that he couldn’t go through with it. That just proved how much he didn’t know about his ex. The taste of blood filled his mouth and Goyle got up, smirking at a job well done.
Severus slowly tried to get to his feet, but Voldemort kicked him down. “No, really, don‘t get up. I always had such high hopes for you. You disappointed me. Now as I already said, I had my fun. But your former colleagues haven‘t.” The Death Eaters around him drew their wands. “No men, no wands. We‘re going to do this the old fashion way.” Severus groaned, he could take hex after hex, but physical punishment was where he drew the line. He tried to rise again only to find himself under another bind. The men came, in turn, kicking, punching, scratching, and generally causing him as much pain as possible. After he was reduced to a shivering mass of blood, Voldemort called them off. “Enjoy your life, lycanthrope.” One by one the men disappeared until only Lucius Malfoy remained.
Lucius walked over to him and undid the bind. He held out his hand which Severus gladly took. “You didn‘t answer our master, but will you answer me? Your closest friend? Why?” Severus nearly fell over, but Lucius caught him. “When you are feeling better I expect an answer.” He dropped him in the snow and Apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
It was several hours before Severus could Apparate himself to 12 Grimmauld Place. When he finally had the strength he knocked on the door. When it opened he fell into the arms of fellow werewolf, Remus Lupin.
A/N Okay, that was my first attempt at slash, I hope you liked it. Helpful, constructive criticism welcome. But please don’t flame me. I’m looking for a beta, so if you are interested contact me.