❝ he and i are closer than friends, we are enemies linked together, the same sin binds us ❞ | in which lilium snape is bound to harry potter by fate, destined to stand on either side of a war that will soon be waged. she is cursed by prophecy, or so...
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ACT FOUR, chapter sixty—six : i thought i could protect you from paying for my sins and i've been walking this earth long enough that death's a gift
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In her childhood, Severus Snape told Lilium Snape many bedtime stories.
Amongst these tales of poisons and potions, Christopher Robin and his friends, Dark Arts and poor Alice who fell down the rabbit hole, her father never told her the Muggle fairytales with princesses locked in dungeons and towers, waiting for a prince to save her. Perhaps because of this, she never expected them to come true.
There were gaps in Lili's memory, but she knew she'd lost consciousness sometime during the torture and waking once more... here. At first, she had no idea where she was. She was only aware of the cold solidity of a stone floor, the musty stench of frigid air, and the endless darkness stretching endlessly above.
The sudden grip of fear cleared her senses, and so she recognised these walls and winding tunnels suddenly enough to steal her breath away. She was in the Malfoy dungeons — a place she once knew all too well, the place Lili and Draco used to explore when they were small.
Of course no one had bothered to heal the girl, and so her body was littered with open wounds and molten flesh. Her skin was tight and crackly with dried blood, and the congealed wounds oozed thick pus and more blood when she tried to sit up. Every breath hurt, and when she so much as turned her head, her vision turned splotchy with black and white spots and she threw up on herself while her head spun.
But none of this compared to the open wound on her face.
Lili's breaths left her as shuddering whimpers when her fingers tentatively inspected what was left of her face. Her fingertips traced the long trench gouged from her scalp to her chin, the puckering of broken flesh across her left eye, meaning the total and complete loss of sight. The eye was nearly gone. Gone, gone, gone. The pain was so intense, the loss so poignant, that she cupped two trembling hands over the side of her mangled face and...
She f—cking wailed.
For her eye and her friends and the fact that she was still alive.
Her cry stretched on endlessly, loud and long and frightening.
Those first few days in the dungeon cell, Lili felt herself swinging back and forth hopelessly between hysteria and despair.
Sometimes she crawled to the bars of her new prison and yanked on the bars, demanding to be let out, screaming to be heard, yelling curses in hopes that something would stick. She got caught, she got found out, now she couldn't help her father, now she couldn't save her friends, now they were going to kill her, now—! Her breathing couldn't be controlled, going faster and faster, higher and higher pitched until she was suffocating and relieved to die and she'd fall unconscious.
