Loving Lily: A Snily Story

Chapter 110 - Whimpers

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The Dark Lord did not withhold the details of his revised plan from his elite for long.

After summoning Severus and Lucius to his side early that evening, he decided to reveal the true purpose behind his cryptic actions.

Severus maintained his Occlumency with every fiber of his being as Voldemort paced frantically in front of him and Lucius.

A hideous scowl had twisted his scarred face.

He held his broken teeth gnashed in uneven lines, as if they craved some flesh to sink into that had not yet been provided.

His red eyes glowed bright as his dark robes swirled at his feet like obedient, smokey snakes.

"I will ask you one more time, Lucius....Are you certain the confirmation you received was reliable?" Voldemort hissed.

He paused just long enough to cast his follower a sideways glance before he resumed his heavy brooding.

Lucius stared at the floor as he whimpered, "Of that, not entirely, my lord, after hours of torment, the only information offered by the house elf I managed to capture from Hogwarts' kitchen was that Potter's child had been at the castle. There were no other facts I gathered. I'm afraid...I also was unable to pinpoint when such a person had left the premises.....as well as whether or not they still remain there now."

Severus felt his stomach turn with nauseating dread as he dared to contemplate what dark command Voldemort may issue next.

As headmaster and double agent, there has been more than one occasion of sickening obedience Severus had forcibly observed after Dumbledore's death.

Voldemort sneered as he clenched his teeth tight and narrowed his own eyes with a low, howling hiss.

"Of what little use that is to me, Lucius, for the first time in nearly seventeen years, you may have some fragment of a clue!" He grouched, more to himself than anyone else.

"What would you have me do, my lord?" Lucius asked quickly, ready to beg for his and his family's safety.

Severus furrowed his brow as he glanced over at his friend once he heard the anxious fear in his voice.

In his nervousness, Lucius made the great mistake of babbling, "Shall I capture another house elf from the castle's kitchen? Perhaps more interrogation would-"

"-Silence, you fool!" Voldemort hissed as he whirled around to face the lesser wizard who had dared try his patience.

Determined to make sure another senseless word did not fall from Lucius's lips, Voldemort pushed his palm under his follower's chin and roughly grasped his tongue between two fingers.

The gurgles that came from Lucius's throat made Severus grimace to hear, but Voldemort enjoyed the sounds.

His lips curled back in a joyless smile as his eyes lit up with the joy of his own malice while he needled Lucius's tongue between his sharp, white nails, teasing him with the possibility of a brutal death.

"Do not underestimate me so greatly, my friend, that you would dare imagine my mission would rely merely on slaves and vermin to succeed!" Voldemort hissed.

Lucius's blue eyes widened in terror as he stared into Voldemort's scarred face.

The Dark Lord seemed to be deciding whether or not he should kill Lucius on the spot, much to Severus's dismay as he dared glimpse the scene through the locks of raven hair that his tilted head sent hanging down.