Bonded to her

Chapter 19

"Severus, Severus. Rise my trusted servant." The Dark Lord hissed from his throne at Malfoy manor. My heart was pounding from screaming from the cruciatus curse for so long and my throat felt swollen. His good mood from the holidays was gone and I had managed to royally piss him off.

I stumbled to my feet, but I didn't stay there long. He hit me with a sectumsempra, my skin ripping open horrifically. I immediately started bleeding out, but he grabbed me by my collar, his snake-like face inches from my own.

"You've been helping Dumbledore destroy my horcruxes, haven't you?" He said, his eyes red with anger and lack of sleep. I knew I had only minutes to calm him down and heal the wounds before I would die from blood loss.

"Why would I do that? You never even told me you had a horcrux." I said hoarsely shaking my head empathetically trying to play dumb.

"DON'T LIE TO ME. I know when they are moved. You have been moving them!" He roared, dropping me to my knees, kicking me for emphasis. I had to think fast and figure out a way out of this. Unfortunately blood loss made that damn near impossible.

"My Lord, I would never disobey you." I pleaded with him. He smirked evilly before ripping open my shirt with one swoop exposing my bare chest.

"Would never disobey me? Missing something Severus?" He sneered pointing at my chest that only had blood everywhere.

The pocket watch. She was right. It was a horcrux.

The fuck.

All this time I had been wearing a piece of his soul. I wanted to throw up. Luckily I was weak enough I restrained that urge.

"My Lord. It's...it's in my pocket." I breathed weakly. I pulled out the pocket watch showing him it, the silver heirloom falling to the ground, my hands had seemed to lose their grip.

"Why?" The Dark Lord asked after a long pause seeming surprised and slightly less angry realizing I hadn't entirely disobeyed him.

"I didn't want Granger to ask about it. Some things are too personal for me to share my Lord." I explained changing a glance up at him. He was calmer for sure, and I thought I might have noticed a hint of regret. I was quickly feeling dizzy and I tried to raise my wand to heal myself, but the Dark Lord himself started the healing charm, quietly and thoughtfully.

"Thank you my Lord." I said when he was done, death evading me for one more day now. I had never regretted inventing that spell more than I did today.

"If not you, then who? The old man is much too busy to be bothering with a diadem." The Dark Lord mused pacing a bit, which was usually what I did.

"A diadem?" I asked, confused. First his anger was over his horcruxes, now some sort of tiara? It was insane ramblings.

"I made seven horcruxs Severus. They each had a special meaning to me. I placed protective spells so I would know if they were moved." He said frustrated he didn't have the real thief to punish now.

"But you also would know if they are destroyed, right?" I said pointedly. He stopped pacing considering this.

"Yes. It's odd. Only one has been destroyed, and I know Dumbledore did it. Yet the other one was simply moved. Perhaps to use." He said, his thoughtfulness giving way to a happy smirk.

"Perhaps, yes. Hmm...Severus, your dismissed." He said waving me off in a distracted way not even giving mind to my presence anymore. He had no idea how much information he had just given us. We had no idea he was monitoring the horcruxes, but now that we knew he could remove the tracking we would catch him even more off guard.