The boy who lived; the ruins of family

revege is best served red

If you've seen that tiktok trend. Yk the "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both reached for the gun." Yeah, that one. That's the vibe I wish to put into this chapter. Not the song. The trend. Anyway, listen to whatever you want this chapter. Personally, I listen to a mix titled "suspenseful instrumental music" by red

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(Pov switch: narrsissa)

"You know how I deal with traitors"

Narsissa swallowed hard.

Just as she was about to speak, her husband swooped in.

"Of course, my lord," he said.

No. No, this couldn't be happening.

The lump in her throat grew. A horrible feeling clawed her insides, guilt. She had told severus to do whatever necessary to save the boy. She had. No one else, HER, and he had listened. He had done what she said. He would save the boy and die for it, she was sure.

The lord seemed to notice her thoughts.

"Something you wish to say?"

Panic. That was all. Severus would be dealt with, in the most gruesome, drawn out, and painful his lordship could think of. He never tolerated traitors. Perhaps she could try to convince his lordship severus had merely acted apon his requests. No, she couldn't do that. The dark lord would see it as an act of defiance. She wouldn't be saving severus, simply adding herself to the punishment. Plus, she had draco. He needed his mother. Severus would have to take the blame for her idea...

"No, my lord" it came out less certain than expected, but out none the less.

His lordship seemed satisfied with that answer. Or perhaps he simply didn't have time to question her. Whatever the case, she was grateful.

Within another minute, he had appearated away.

"What was th-" lucis began but she quickly stopped him.

It was too risky to talk yet. The dark lord may be lurking around the premise. She couldn't risk him hearing her and her husband discuss treason.

She shook her head to rely the message to him.

They waited 30 minutes before she dared to even whisper anything about the encounter.

Finally he was allowed to ask.

"What was that about? What happened to the boy and severus?"

There was no point lying to her husband. He would simply ask and pry until he was answered adequately.

"Severus said the dark lord asked for the baby. He sent severus to collect him. Severus did as asked, and I-" all of the tears she had muffled back being told not try cry flowed free.

Lucius gently brought her to their bed.

"Darling. You have to stop crying. Severus is in trouble. We can't help him if I have to keep soothing you. "

He was right. There would be no tears if she could save him. There was no use in crying and wasting time. Narrsissa quickly wiped her sleeve across her face.

"Right. I uh-" She hesitated."I worried about the potter's boy's safety, and I asked severus to do what was needed to keep him alive. I assumed he would simply ask our lord to spare him. I never could have imagined he'd do something like-" She fought down her sobs, for severus.

He gently kissed her cheek. "Focus"

She nodded. "I never thought in my ask for him that he would run away. He has to know there is nowhere the dark lord can't find him."

Lucius smirked "not without help"

Narrsissa looked down. "Right. He'll never make it. Not without -" she stopped and looked up, smiling."we can be his help,"

"I love when you use that brain of yours."

With that, the pair were off. They could save severus as long as they found him first. A race against time.

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(Pove switch: voldamort)

Voldamort could have simply called all his death eaters to look for severus, but that would have taken too much time. He needed Harry, and he couldn't risk it. Not when a part of him was on the line.

(At this part, I started listening to a song called the Devil by Rok Nardin. It has no lirics, only some humming. But a very good vibe for this)

a much quicker way to find someone involved some... dirtier magic. Magic Voldamort was well versed in.

After apperateing in the riddle manor, he called apon his 4 most trusted adversaries. The ones who started it so many years ago with him. Their souls able to be called back for his bidding. His most loyal of followers, brought back from the dead just to serve his purpose.

Although they had once been living, with names and what not, they now went by the cloaked. It was a fitting name, with red cloaks that covered them like dementors. A dangerous name for dangerous things.

"I require a locating spell" Voldamort said to them.

The group simply knodded, forming a circle with him around a pile of sand. The ritual began. Voldamort joined in their humming. Funny enough, it was the only time they made noise. However, it was a pretty sound. It was hallow and haunting.

A book was passed to Voldamort. The first thing he saw on the page was a warning telling him the spell would be irreversible after a name was given. In it sat the inchantments to the located spell he needed. As this was no normal locating spell, he had to be careful. For what other spell could he use to send the dead to find someone?

"ex ulteriore citare iniuriam facere. ad inveniendum animum, qui deviat vias lapsas."

(Translation: I summon from the beyond, to set right a wrong. to find a soul who strays to fallen ways.)

He paused as he watched the dust in the middle of the cloak's rise viciously as if it were alive. Then, with two words, he sealed severus's fate.

"Severus snape."

It was too late to turn back now.

As soon as it was spoken, the spirts rushed one at a time away from the tornado of sand. Each flying in a different direction, phasing through the walls.

At last, there was only one more. Voldamort felt his eyes, if he even had them, on him. Then it too was gone in an angry flash of red.

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Sorry if this was short. I'm quite tired due to my schedule being jam-packed. This chapter was longer than the last one, though at 1105 words. Sorry we haven't gotten to severus, but I'll probably do that tomorrow or over the weekend. Last but not least, a special shout of to my best friend, editor, and percy jackson conisor, J 💙.