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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: Fluff, Snarry frot smut, drama, violence.
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The next day, bright and early, Severus strode into Hogwarts alongside Harry and headed towards Black and Lupin's chambers. He wasn't pleased, per se, about the interrupted holiday but he wasn't truly irritated either. "I certainly hope that Lupin had the presence of mind to bring Black back to the castle."
"I really doubt that Remus let Siri spend the night in the woods after having been attacked." Harry hurried his steps a bit, feeling worried about his godfather and Remus. He couldn't believe that Greyback had managed to grab Sirius off Hogwarts. Harry hadn't hesitated in the slightest to cut their holiday short when they received the patronus, it was sad not to get to spent more time alone with Severus but this was about family, that was always more important. They reached Sirius and Remus' door and Harry raised his hand and knocked.
Severus lifted a brow at the grumble from the other side and and the muttered cursing as the door was unlocked and flung aside to reveal a rumpled and groggy Sirius Black.
The dog animagus blinked at Harry and Severus, the gears in his mind slowly turning as a jaw cracking yawn slipped out. "Oh good, you're here." He moved aside and motioned for them to follow him into the chamber. He went straight to the long couch and curled up on it, summoning a house elf for some tea and a light breakfast.
"Are you okay Siri?" Harry walked closer and sat down on the armrest of the couch. "And of course we're here, we came back as soon as we could." Maybe Sirius had been hurt worse that they were lead to believe from the patronus. He exchanged a worried glance with Severus. "Where's Remus?"
Sirius snugged his head on Harry's lap and yawned again. "Mmm fine, just a little tired. Moony's with the pack, sharing the Wolfsbane he had here." His eyes looked over at Severus. "S'why we sent for you two. The whole pack is going to need a supply. Don't know just yet how we'll pay you for it though Batty."
Snape lifted a brow. "Dear Merlin I've acquired a nickname from you?" He sighed. "I'll send for Lupin, I'm certain he'll be more intelligible than an exhausted pregnant mutt." He cast his patronus, narrowing his eyes at Black as if daring him to say anything about the fact that it was a doe.
Harry blinked at the sight of his lover's patronus, he hadn't seen it before this and the shape was somewhat of a surprise. "Don't worry about payment, if need be I'll pay for the ingredients." Harry petted his godfather's hair, much as he did when Sirius was in dog form.
They didn't have to wait very long before the door slammed open and Remus stepped into the room. The werewolf looked tired and worn, the scratches and bruises left looking worse in the bright morning light. He walked straight over to his mate and kissed him before turning to Snape and Harry. "Thank you so much for coming back."
"We couldn't very well stay in Ireland after hearing of the trouble." Severus scanned Remus' bandages and injuries with a seasoned eye and pulled out a miniature chest that he unshrank and rummaged in, pulling out a bottle of dittany for Remus and a bottle of pregnancy friendly Pepper-Up potion for Sirius. He handed Harry the Pepper-Up to give to Sirius then handed a cloth soaked in dittany to Remus. "Now what is this about a pack?"
"Um...Well...You see, I went a little bit crazy at seeing Greyback hitting my pregnant mate." Remus looked down on the floor and held the cloth against his injuries. "I killed him and apparently inherited the pack, I need to take care of them. It's a mess over there...So many children not knowing what they are or how to handle it."
Harry listened in silence and placed a hand on Remus' shoulder.
Snape hummed and nodded. "Good, one less evil madman in the world and the pack will do much better with you as the alpha. How many children in the pack and how many adults want the potion?"
"There's nine children and four adults who would like Wolfsbane potion. I handed out the potion you'd made for me last night but it was only enough for the smallest cubs." Remus felt a sort of backwards pride at being complimented by Snape. He didn't see himself as an alpha but he would do his very best.
"Hmm." Severus calculated the amount of potion he knew Lupin had been left with. "I'll need to know the ages of the children. Your potion will work fine for them but it's best to tailor a child's potion to the half decade." His mind was already in the dungeon lab and the amount of ingredients he had and what else he might need. He pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill as Remus rattled off the ages of the children. He scratched a few ingredients down and handed the parchment and a card to Lupin. "Go down to the Hogsmeade Apothecary and get those, I'm running low on them. Just hand the owner the card at the check out. He'll put it on my bill."
"Thank you Severus." Remus took the card and placed it in a pocket of his worn robes. "I will pay you for this, you know I will." He may not have very much but he had his pride. Remus leaned down and kissed Sirius. "Stay inside and rest up today love. I will go down to Hogsmeade directly, the sooner I can get the ingredients the better."
"Do you need any help?" Harry asked from his spot on the couch.
"No, help Severus with anything he might need instead, I'll be back shortly." Remus grabbed his cloak from beside the door and slipped out, shutting the door softly behind him.
Snape pursed his lips at the boneless lump that was Black. "Alright you, back in that bed. The last thing we need is a worried papa wolf."
Sirius yawned. "You're not the boss of me Batty."
"No but I'm meaner than you are right now and you're falling asleep where you sit. Sleeping on the couch is not good for your baby. Bed now!"
The dog animagus grumbled as he got up and laid back down on the bed with a blissful sigh. "There, happy mum?"
"Very funny. Harry, I'm going to go start on the potions. Come on down once the mutt is asleep." He brushed a kiss over Harry's cheek.
Harry nodded and hugged his lover tightly before walking over to the bed, sinking down next to Sirius. "I'll be there shortly." He pulled the blanket over Sirius and watched Severus leave the room. "I'm really happy you're okay Siri." He fluffed the pillows too in an attempt to mask how worried he had been when they got the patronus. "Want me to read you a bedtime story."
"I'm pregnant, not a child....sure I'd love one." Sirius nestled his head on the pillow. "You know, I've got this crazy feeling your bat isn't going to let Moony pay for the potions."
"He won't. You're family now." Harry smiled, he knew Severus wouldn't let them pay. "So here's the story...There once was this sadistic animagus who got some sort of twisted pleasure of scaring this scrawny little wizard boy who thought said animagus was the grim..."
Sirius' laughter echoed off the walls as he settled more firmly against the pillows.
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Severus was slicing the rowan leaf as the base oil and distilled water in four cauldrons bubbled in front of him. The wolfsbane was already ground to a fine powder and measured out for each cauldron and the majority of the potion ingredients for each variant of the potion were also similarly prepared. Only those that had to be prepared just before they were added and those that he was waiting on from Lupin were unprepared.
Harry slipped in the room, having a left a snoring godfather in bed. "Hi, anything I can help you with." He walked closer and made sure not to rustle any of the piles of ingredients. He still turned into a clumsy git when ever he got close to anything related to potion brewing.
Severus nodded at the jar of silver rowan leaves yet to be sliced. "I need those sliced thinly, strips of a quarter centimeter. Lupin should be here soon with the toxicity neutralizing ingredients and the rowan berries. I'm using the new formula as it can be brewed faster and is better for the children."
Grabbing the obsidian dagger Harry started to slice the leaves carefully. "You will make a perfect potion just like always. You will help these people Severus, just like you've helped Remus." Harry smiled and continued slicing.
Remus knocked and came in with a basket with the ingredients Severus had asked for. "Here, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
"Not at all. Grab a knife and help Harry with those rowan leaves." Severus' hands were swift and competent as they moved through the motions of preparing, brewing, stirring, and creating four versions of the same potion the only differences subtle and delicate but they'd create enough difference that the brews would work best for a specific age group. He gave Harry and Lupin orders for preparing the ingredients that still needed to be sliced, crushed, or ground. Snape was in his element and it was clear how skilled he was as each potion brewed and bubbled and each ingredient was added. Hours flew by in what registered as only a few minutes to him as one by one the potions were completed and bottled, colored bands around the necks denoting which group it was meant to go to. He'd made enough for each age group to last the pack four months and when those ran out there would be more ready. He began placing the bottles in a carrying case. "The red bands are for the adults, orange are for the twelve to thirteen ages, yellow for five to eleven, and green is for younger than five."
"Thank you so much Severus. I honestly don't know how to repay you for this but I will." Remus bowed deeply to the potions master and took the carrying case gently in a scarred hand. "I don't mean to just run away but I'm eager to get this to the pack, the full moon is tonight." He bowed again.
Snape shook his head. "You don't owe me anything Lupin. Now go. Get those to the pack before sunset."
Remus wanted to argue that he did owe the other but he could recognize that this wasn't the time. "Yes Sir, I'll be going right away." Remus smiled and waved to both of them before he hurried away to the forest.
Harry came up and wrapped his arms around Severus. "You are a very good man, very good and I love you so much."
The potions master looped his arms around his lover. "You, Mr. Potter are biased." He brushed a kiss over Harry's nose. "Which makes me lucky as I'm quite irrevocably in love with you."
"Mmm, I may be biased but it doesn't make it any less true. You are a good man and I am so lucky that you chose me." Harry raised his chin a bit so that Snape's lips brushed over his lips instead of his nose.
"Minx." Severus smiles at his lover. More than content to let the point slip. He wasn't a good man and Harry wasn't as lucky as he liked to believe considering that the youth could have anyone he wanted in this world. He had no intentions of pointing that out and losing Harry to someone else. He was, after all, a selfish Slytherin to the very core. "My minx."
"All yours, just like you are all mine." He kissed Severus again, tangling his fingers in the hair at Severus' neck. "So...What should we do now that our holiday got cut short." Harry smiled against his lovers lips.
"Hmm," Snape's hands stroked down Harry's back to cup his ass, "What indeed?" He lifted Harry up to sit on the table. "Is there anything," he nipped the youth's bottom lip, "in particular you're hungering for?"
"Oh, I'm suddenly very, very hungry." Harry pulled on Severus so that he was standing in between Harry's legs. "Starving even and I think you are the only cure for this particular hunger." He hooked his feet behind Snape's legs and pulled him against him by his robes.
"Far be it from me not to feed you then." The older man caught Harry's mouth with his, his hand slipping between them to flick open the front of Harry's own robes and cup the growing bulge behind his lover's trousers' zipper.
Harry moaned into Severus' mouth and pushed his groin against his lover's hand, he knew first hand the absolute magic of Severus' fingers and he couldn't wait to feel them on him again. He brushed his fingers over Severus' cheekbones and down his neck only to start working on those blasted buttons again. "We really need to do something about your clothes...Zippers or velcro maybe."
Severus chuckled. "Or rather I really do need to teach you the disrobing spell. Tunicis," the murmured spell had his robes open and his own trousers down within an instant as he unzipped Harry's fly and found him without the barrier of underwear. He nipped gently at the youth's ear. "I can't say I'm disappointed at what you forget of a morning when you're in a rush." His fingers curled around the younger man's cock stroking it.
"Oh Merlin...Neither am I." Harry bit his bottom lip and leaned his head against Snape's shoulder, looking down at what those incredible fingers were doing to him. He watched his own cock grow hard and red in his lover's hand. "Look, look at what you do to me with a single touch."
He didn't have to look, he knew but he looked anyway. He was more of a traditionalist in regards to underclothing, he wore none, so his own cock was erect from the arousing sight, sound, and feel of Harry in his arms. He moved closer shifting his grip so he could rub his cock against his lover's. "You, my minx, barely have to touch me and I'm ready for you." He flicked his tongue over Harry's pulse. "Do you like this pet?"
Harry nodded. "Love it." He reached down and wrapped his hand alongside Severus', holding both their erections in a firm grip, rubbing them together and stroking up and down. "Love you." He spread his legs wider and felt his pulse jump under Severus' tongue.
The older man nipped the skin under his mouth lovingly as he slid his cock against Harry's, rubbing them together as their temperatures rose and their breathing grew harder, wilder. "My Harry. You feel so hot and delicious against me. Later tonight I'll fall to my knees and taste just how delicious I know you to be again. I'll take you into my mouth and suck you until you come for me and then I'll swallow it down."
"Sweet Merlin what you do to me." Harry rocked against him with a low, desperate whine. "I'm going to be aching all day picturing that in my mind, longing for your mouth on me." His thighs tensed and his teeth sank into Snape's shoulder as his toes curled in bliss and he spilled himself over their joined hands and his lover's erection.
Surprisingly the small bite sent the potions master over the edge himself and his seed joined Harry's in creating a mess over their hands and cocks as he groaned softly. When his lover raised his head, Severus lifted their hands and proceeded to lick them clean, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Harry let out a weak groan as he watched Severus' ministrations. "Bloody hell, I think you're trying to kill me." If he hadn't been completely sated he might have tried to risen to the occasion again. Everything Snape did was a turn on. He pulled their fingers out of Snape's mouth and replaced them with his own tongue.
Severus purred as Harry's tongue curled around their fingers and over their hands, "Now why would I do that? If I killed you, I'd never get to taste you again. It would be a bit like hexing myself."
"Hm, just drive me insane then." Harry said in between kisses. His hands roamed over Snape's shoulders stroking him as they both recovered from their climax. "This right here...Better than any old Holiday."
"Mmm," Snape leaned in to capture Harry's mouth again briefly. "Perhaps but really hell would be paradise if you were there with me."
"I feel the same, you know I do." Harry pressed light, easy kisses against Severus' lips. "As long as you're next to me I can do anything, be anywhere."
The older man leaned his brow against Harry's. "I love you Harry. So much that sometimes it frightens me." His other hand rose to cup the back of Harry's neck. "If I lost you...nothing could piece me back together again."
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Severus and held him tight, resting his forehead against his lover's. "I love you too, more than anything or anyone. You won't lose me, I will not let that happen. You are well and truly stuck with with me love."
Severus closed his eyes and just savored his lover's closeness. He knew things would not grow any easier nor would his fear ease until Voldemort was dead and gone but whatever happened, he'd remain with Harry. In life and, if necessary, in death.
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Bellatrix knocked lightly on the chamber door then slipped inside when she was bade to enter. She made her way over to the chair her Master sat in and knelt before him. "My Lord, you summoned me?"
"I did yes." Voldemort looked at his kneeling underling in the dim lighting. She really was a magnificent witch, he hoped that she wouldn't fail in the task he would give her. His loyal Death Eaters were thinning out but he would not tolerate failure, not even by his favorite. "I have a mission for you Bella. I've decided to flush the rodent out of its hole and finish this once and for all. How do you feel about helping set the bait and have some playtime with your treacherous nephew at the same time?"
Her gaze lifted, the mad eyes glittering in almost hungry anticipation. "My Lord I would relish such an opportunity." Her brows knit in thought. "He has remained behind Malfoy Manor's wards all summer along with that foul creature he bonded to and her Muggle family." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "I can not break the wards but he will have to retrieve his school materials soon. Would you like for me to take him in custody then my Lord?"
"Yes my loyal servant, that is exactly what I planned." He placed a thin, spindly hand on top of Bellatrix wild curls, like someone might do with a loyal dog. "Such a pity with that boy, he could have been great in my ranks but there is no hope for him now. The only thing he can be useful is to flush out an even bigger pest." Voldemort gave Bellatrix a thin lipped smile. "You have my permission to play dear but remember that we need him alive...For now."
"Yes my Lord." She leaned her head into the hand just like that pathetically loyal dog. "I want to break his mudblood before his eyes in any case. Such will cause more pain than any physical torture I have."
Voldemort chuckled but there was no joy or humor in the sound. "Ah yes, you have no restrictions with the mudblood blood. Apparently she's an important person in their little camp." He scrunched his face up in disgust. "The more who hurt over her fate the better." He removed his hand from her head and placed it on the armrest of the thronelike chair.
She licked her lips in anticipation. "Thank you my Lord, I will do you proud."
"See that you do." Voldemort offered no reassurances, he wanted results. He turned his red gaze away from the witch and looked out in the darkness in a clear dismissal, he'd said what he had to say and now it was up to Bellatrix to succeed.
She rose to her feet and went to plan her capture of her traitorous nephew. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong, she refused to let her Lord down.
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Hermione's lips twitched in amusement at her husband, and wasn't that a mind boggling prospect, who was very nearly drooling over the new broom from the Firebolt line. It was so similar to what she imagined Harry would do as soon as he saw it that she had to giggle.
Draco was so close to but his nose and hands to the glass just to be minutely closer to the work of art behind the glass, only his Malfoy pride stopped him from actually doing it. "Look at it Hermione." He raked silver eyes over the Firebolt: Cyclone. "Maybe we need new brooms, my old one is pulling slightly to the left." He gave her a hopeful glance.
She shook her head, amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Draco Malfoy that is a low down dirty lie." She kissed his cheek. "Besides you know they'll come out with an even better broom next year, and the year after that, and the year after that ad inifinitum. Wait until you truly do need a new broom hmm? Of course if Harry gets one for himself then by all means, go mad."
He bit off his protest at her last statement. Even though he really wanted that broom he could live without it but not if Potter went and got one. Draco had decided that this would be the year he finally won over the lucky git in Quidditch, being allies and somewhat friends didn't mean a thing when it came to the game. "Oh alright then." He gave the gorgeous broom one last longing look. "I think Flourish and Blotts is next on our list right?"
She nodded, taking his hand and leading him away from Quality Quidditch Supplies. "Yes, I've got to get the texts for all but Divination and Muggle Studies and you've the basic classes plus Ancient Runes, Advanced Potions, Defense Against The Dark Arts, and," she looked at his list, "Care of Magical Creatures. I wonder how Harry and the others did on their OWLs? I've barely had more than a few letters from them." She pondered out loud.
"I think they did alright." Draco placed an arm around his wife's shoulder and nuzzled her hair fondly. "Harry would have told you of he tanked and Molly Weasley would definitely have told you if Weasley did." They walked towards the bookstore in ease. Strangely enough Draco actually looked forward to school and classes. Hermione was clearly a bad influence on him.
"True. Molly would have raised the roof over it." She smiled at him. "I just worry. Though I probably shouldn't. Ron is determined to become an Auror. Hmm that reminds me, I still need to find something to thank Neville for whatever kick in the bum he administered to get Ron to get serious. Perhaps a special plant of some sort, or perhaps a guide to Amazonian plant life." Her eyes caught sight of a shock of white blond hair and a tall brunette. "Well speak of the devil, Neville! Luna!" She bounced up onto her toes and waved at the Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw walking out of the Apothecary.
Neville looked up and smiled at Hermione as he saw her waving. He looked over at Luna, "Shall we join them?"
"Of course, I haven't seen Hermione or Kitty all summer." Luna smiled up at her boyfriend and looped her arm through his and started across the street. "I still find it hard to believe they're bonded now, I wonder if there were any plomkypins there to bless their bonding...I hope so."
"They love each other a lot so I'm sure there were." He looked at his friends as they moved through the crowd towards each other. "I'm really glad things changed this year and we all got to see the real Draco."
"Me too, Kitty is gentle and nice deep down and Hermione helped bring that out." Luna nodded and waved at her friends. It was very crowded in Diagon Alley, it seemed that everyone was shopping for school supplies this day.
Neville's lips curved up as they drew closer. "He also helped Hermione relax a bit, much to Ron's relief. They fit ri-" His eyes widened then narrowed as he caught a shadow move in the alley behind where Draco and Hermione were standing and, moving on instinct, he broke away from Luna, ran over and pushed his two friends out of the way as Bellatrix Lestrange made a grab for Draco.
Luna yelled out and tried to get to Neville but there was a loud pop and both Bellatrix and Neville were gone.
Draco tried to get back on his feet after Neville had knocked him flat on his ass, he didn't know what had happened but from Luna's distraught expression it couldn't have been good. He got his wand out but he'd heard the sound of apparition too. "What happened?" His tone was pitched a little higher than normal and he stepped in front of Hermione by instinct.
"Neville, that bitch took Neville." Luna was paler than usual and she trembled in rage.
Hermione's eyes were wide and she clutched at the back of Draco's robes. "Neville pushed us out of the way. It was Bellatrix, she was going for you and he," she pressed her face into her husband's shoulder, "he saved you." She swallowed. "We have to call Harry and get the Marauders and support together. We can't leave him to her."
"Why in all the burning fires of hell would he do that? Bloody noble Gryffindors, all balls no brains." Draco cursed and felt like punching something...Hard. Longbottom really had turned out to be a good friend and Draco's throat tightened at the thought of something happening to him because of Draco. "We need to get somewhere private so we can get in touch with Snape and Harry. Let's get a room at Leaky." He nodded to both Hermione and Luna to follow him.
Hermione nodded and reached out to take Luna's hand. If Bellatrix had managed to take Draco...she'd have been beside herself so she could well understand just what Luna was likely feeling right now. She stayed close to Draco as they moved through the streets, her senses on high alert for any further attacks.
Luna was terrified for Neville, she was also beyond pissed. How dare that old crazy hag put her hands on her Neville? Marauder or not, animagus or not Luna would be a part of those who went to rescue Neville and she would make Lestrange pay.
Draco slammed the needed galleons on the desk and grabbed the key he was offered, hurrying up the rickety stairs and in to the room he had rented. He got some weird looks disappearing into a room with two pretty, teenage witches but Draco didn't care. Bellatrix needed to be handled and they had to move quickly, for Neville's sake.
As soon as they were in the room Hermione went to the fireplace, lit it, and threw floo powder in. "Harry Potter, Hogwarts!"
Harry was looking for a book in Severus vast bookcase that Sirius could read to pass the time when the fire roared to life behind him. He turned his head and caught side of Hermione's face. His happy smile at seeing one of his best friend's slid off him when he noticed her tense expression. "What's happened?" He asked shortly and was on his knees in front of the fireplace in an instant.
"Bellatrix has Neville. Harry we have to save him."
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Bellatrix screamed in fury as she reappeared in her Lord's throne room and flung the boy who'd gotten in her way into the nearest wall. She trembled as she ordered Crabbe and Goyle Sr. to hold him in place then fell to her knees, forehead on the floor, before her Master in abject supplication and apology. "My Lord. I have no excuse. I failed to capture my nephew. Punish me as you will."
An angry hiss came from the figure on the throne and a wand was pointed at her. "Crucio." Vodemort watched the witch writhe in pain at his feet with a detached expression. "You will be punished Bellatrix, believe me. Right now you have one more chance to salvage your life, your last chance. How could you fail?"
Tears fell down her face, not from the pain of the Cruciatus curse but from the shame of failing her beloved Master. "The boy," she nodded in a pale Neville's direction, "interfered. He pushed Draco away as I reached to grab him but that is no excuse for failing you my Lord. I should have planned for such a contingency." Her head lowered in shame.
Neville felt ill, both from watching the curse that drove his parents insane be performed on the psychotic woman and from the pathetic sycophantic way she acted. This was what everyone was so afraid of? This pack of starving wild dogs so willing to turn on their own? His jaw firmed and lifted as red eyes turned his way. He was not about to let this sick monster intimidate him, not when he knew that Harry was more than able to destroy him.
"The boy you say." Voldemort stood from his chair and walked over to where Neville was, he leaned down and took Neville's chin in a firm grip. "You might just redeem yourself yet Bella, if you're lucky. Don't you recognize this boy Bella? You were very well acquainted with his parents." Voldemort chuckled. "We can use him."
She lifted her gaze from the floor to look at the boy, recognition lighting in the dark insane depths. "The Longbottom child."
Neville narrowed his eyes and looked down at her. Remembering that she was the one who tortured his parents into insanity. Never could he recall feeling true hatred before but that was the only name he could put to the burning fury and disgust he felt now.
Voldemort nodded. "The Longbottom boy. When he has finished his purpose you might want to give him a try...I imagine it would be satisfactory to have the whole set, a whole family crumbling from your delicate touch Bella." He released Neville's chin and wiped his hand on his dark robes, feeling infected from the blood traitor.
She licked her lips. "Yes my Lord." She so wanted to reach out and seek forgiveness but she knew she did not deserve it. "Master, may I give him a taste of what is to come at my hands, so long as I do not kill him?"
Voldemort looked at her with cold eyes. "Do you feel you have the right to after your failure?" He walked back to his seat and sat down. "You may, but just because it amuses me."
She bowed her head. "Thank you my Master. I know I do not deserve your kindness."
"You do not." Voldemort agreed shortly. "But you do have one last chance, get up from the floor Bellatrix. Get up and amuse me."
"Yes my Lord." She rose, surprisingly graceful for having just been crucio'd and walked over to Neville, pulling out her wand and conjuring chains to hold him to the wall. She cast a glance over to her assistant, who scrambled to retrieve her tools and then she leaned in to whisper in the boy's ear. "I am going to make you pay for causing me to fail my Master boy and it shall be a long payment."
Neville just met her eyes steadily and drew from something he'd learned from Draco to give her a smirk as he whispered back. "Don't blame me for your failures Bellatrix. This is all on you, you should have known someone in Diagon would have spotted you, it is crawling with Aurors after all."
Her eyes burned and she trembled with fury, whipping her hand up to backhand him, splitting his lip, and hissed, "Insolent brat. You will scream, just as your parents did."
He lifted his chin in pride and spoke loud enough that every Death Eater in the room heard him. "Make me, if you can." Then he set his jaw and fixed his eyes on hers. He had no intention of giving her the satisfaction of him screaming.
The look in his eyes unnerved her, never before, not even in his parents, had she ever seen such a stubborn will to defy her at the most basic of levels. Her tools arrived and she picked up a sharp, large needle. "Oh I can, and I will boy." The she drove the needle deep into his knee joint, right through a nerve cluster, starting the session.
Neville ground his teeth and inhaled sharply but he didn't make any further sound, his eyes still locked on the bitch who'd hurt his family. He might die here but he'd be damned if he let them break him.
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