Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 92 - Snatchers and Snape

TW: Magical Torture and descriptions of pain.

The first man comes into view, and I point my wand at him.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I demand, playing the role.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. If it isn't the little diviner herself." A scruffy looking man with a large tattoo on his face sneers.

"How did you find me?" I stumble back.

"Your professor told us everything. Didn't think he would rat you out, now did you?" Another man joined the first, his long hair tied back into a ponytail.

"Snape?" I question, moving my wand back and forth between the two of them.

"Smart girlie, isn't she. Too bad she didn't see us coming." The first one cackles.

"Don't come any closer!" I yell, casting a disarming charm. I purposefully cast it wide, watching as it hits a nearby tree.

"Poor dear, can't even aim." He laughs, waving his own wand. I watch as my beloved piece of wood is ripped from my hands and lands in his palm.

"Incarcerous!" Ropes bind my body, and I fall to the ground.

"And here we thought you'd be a challenge." The ponytailed man grabs my by the back of my shirt and hoists me to my feet. "Time to go lassie!"

The uncomfortable feeling of side along apparation washes over me, and we land outside an unfamiliar black gate.

The tattooed man talks to someone over some sort of intercom, and the gate swings open. I am dragged up a long driveway to a sinister looking mansion. Once in the entryway, I'm tossed down on the cold marble. I cry out as my elbow cracks on the floor, sending pain shooting through me.

"As you requested, sir." The snatchers gave a little bow to whoever is coming down the stairs.

"Leave, now." A familiar voice demands, and relief floods through me. Snape. I feel myself being yanked to my feet by my hair. I clamp my teeth down on my lip to keep from crying out again. The taste of blood fills my mouth as I look my old professor in the eyes. This is what I signed up for.

"Hello, Miss Taylor. Nice of you to join us." He growls, still holding me by my hair.

"Hello, professor." I say breathlessly, silently communicating with him that I'm okay.

"Your... gifts have appealed to the Dark Lord. To refuse him would be... painful." He says.

"But I can't!" I gasp, wincing as his grip tightens on my hair. "I won't!"

"We shall see about that." He turns, dragging me behind him as he marches me through the house. We pass by a room with a large dining table, and I see Draco Malfoy sitting beside a blonde man whom I presume is his father. Draco's eyes meet mine for a moment, before he quickly turns away.

I am taken down a set of stone steps into what I originally think is a basement, but learn is some sort of prison cellar. Snape tosses me inside and I roll across the rough stone floor, my arms and hands scraping.

"We shall see how cooperative you are once Bellatrix is through with you." He mutters, closing and locking the door behind him. Once his footsteps have retreated, I climb to my feet, thankful that the ropes have disappeared. I appear to be alone down here, but I suspect I haven't been the first, nor will I be the last.

I can hear the murmur of voices upstairs, and the loud clomping of boots against the hardwood of the dining room. I wish I could hear what they are saying. I am completely at the mercy of Severus Snape, and it's terrifying.

I'm not sure how much time passes, but it feels like hours. I am sitting against the wall, picking the dirt from under my nails when the basement door opens. I hear someone jog down the stairs followed by a head of blonde hair.

"Hello, Malfoy." I greet my best friend's ex.

"Taylor. You're wanted upstairs." He nods for me to follow him. Sighing, I climb to my feet and head up the steps without a fight. I feel his wand poke me in the back, making sure I don't try anything. Draco wasn't a kid anymore. I seriously doubt I would be able to take him in a fist fight even if I tried.

I am led into the dining room this time. I shiver as I come face to face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself. He grins when I walk into the room, and it is extremely unsettling.

"I wanted to introduce myself before handing you over to, Bellatrix." His voice is strangely human, a reminder of what he used to be. "Are you going to help us the easy way, or the hard way."

"It doesn't work like that." I spit out, terrified now that I have gotten this far.

"Does it not?" Voldemort tilts his cursed looking head to the side. "Well then, I suggest you change that quickly. Bellatrix is quite impatient."

I glance to his right where a wide eyed woman stood. She grins at me, gleefully twirling her wand in her hand.

"I have nothing for you." I insist, lifting my chin.

"Very well then, she chooses the hard way." Voldemort waves a hand, and Bellatrix leaps forward.

"You mean the fun way, My Lord." She cackles as she approaches me. Draco steps to the side as his deranged aunt grabs me by my hair and drags me out of the room. I stumble, clutching at my hair as she drags me down the hall. She tosses me onto the floor of a room full of books. I immediately notice the bloodstains on the floor.

"Welcome to my office." She laughs. I climb to my feet, legs trembling. "We're going to get to know each other quite well in here."

"I'll tell you nothing." I whimper, watching her carefully. I know what's coming. I just hope I'm worth more sane than broken.

"Excellent. Crucio!" She flicks her wand at me, and the spell hits my chest. For a moment, I straight up think I've died. That's the only thing that could possibly hurt this bad. Unfortunately I am not dead. My heart keeps beating, and the pain keeps coming.

It feels like my skin is being peeled by flaming knives. I swear my organs are melting inside me. I fall to the ground, but don't even register the impact as it is so insignificant. I think I'm screaming, but I can't be sure.

Suddenly the pain lessens. It doesn't disappear, but fades to a dull ache.

"I do love it when Severus brings me playthings." She taunts, skipping a circle around me. I don't respond. Everything hurts too badly. "Shall we go again?"

She takes my silence as a yes.

The spell hits me a second time, and it is somehow worse than the first time. I writhe on the floor, my head cracking onto the bloodstained wood below me.

This goes on for a while. She pauses just long enough to get my bearings, taunting me as she laughs. And as soon as I can breathe again, the pain returns.

I don't know how long this goes on, but I feel unconsciousness creeping up on me, and I welcome it.

"That's enough for today, Bellatrix." I hear the low voice of Snape murmur as if underwater. Footsteps approach and I am lifted off of the floor.

The last thing I hear before I slip into unconsciousness is the man mutter, "stupid girl."

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