Finders Keepers | Severus Snape [Book Two]

Prologue | Trouble

Author's Note:

Okay, the first establishment of the second book to Lost & Found! If any of you readers have not read the first book, I suggest you leave this page and start with Lost & Found. I will WARN you lot right now, this book may contain mature content. Haven't we all waited for this moment, right?

I am so happy to continue this book, I honestly love it so much. And, I love the fact you all stuck with me this long. I hope you enjoy this second book, leave a vote and comments, the comments are so fun to read.

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And, when that very moment I was disapparated, I knew I was in deep shit.

As we twisted and turned to only the Gods know where, I flew out of Lestrange's grasps and fell hard on my side, scraping my shoulder against the cold marble floor, smacking against my temple. I winced and gasped in pain as I felt a tight rope snapping against my wrist as it pulled me back, having another blow into the floor and dislocating my shoulder, having me scream in pain. I grasped my shoulder with my other hand and I felt my eyes water up. I hastily looked at my surroundings, finding myself in a large dining hall, a long polished table with rows of chairs in the middle of the room and a white chandelier above it. I was shivering, I couldn't stop my heart from beating rapidly as I looked behind me to see that Lestrange's wand turned into a whip and held my wrist tightly, barely feeling the tips of my fingers. I could hear the neverending charm beneath my shirt whistling and I knew why. Behind her were a few other death eaters, one to be that creepy werewolf, Greyback I've seen in Knockturn Alley, Draco as he cowered behind no other than a wounded Severus Snape.

"Get over here, you silly little girl!" Lestrange cackled, pulling the whip viciously, pulling me within her grasp. She threw out her hand; I tried to jump back to protest, but she fisted my hair and pulled me towards her. "Stop it!" I cried, throwing my hands at her and ounched her in the gut. She growled, throwing my head away and lifting her hand, slapping me across the face. I gasped, shielding my face from another blow.

"What," I heard a voice booming from the other side of the room, "Is going on here?" I didn't want to look up, but I forced my head up, just to be looking at You-Know-Who himself with his wandin hand, as he walked into the dining hall in long dark gray robes, a blonde thin woman behind him and a large snake slithering beside him. "My Lord," Lestrange piped up with a crooked smile, "We've got a little bugger trying to follow us."

You-Know-Who, Voldemort stood a couple feet from me with an intriguing look on his face as he gazed down at me. He was hideous, pale as snow, his face almost snake like. I wanted to gag, all this pressure and anxiety, I was going to die.

"Then, why is she here?" Voldemort hissed, narrowing his eyes at Lestrange.

"She happens to be Draco's little girlfriend." She said, pulling at her whip as though it was a leash to a dog. I winced at the pain, reluctantly pulling the whip back and she growled. "Draco's... Girlfriend?" Voldemort said in amusement, "Well, I wasn't expecting her to be visiting the family now, was I?" He looked back down at me and I quickly looked away.

"Of course," Voldemort said calmly, "I'm not very interested in a family reunion. Did everything go as planned?"

Everyone stayed silent, Voldemort walking slowly and holding out his hand, gently laying it on Draco's shoulder, "I am assuming the plan was played out accordingly, Draco? And, being exactly fulfilled?" I glanced up at Draco who kept his head down, shivering uncontrollably. "Speak, boy," Voldemort hissed in his ear sternly and Draco took a deep breath.

"My Lord," one Death Eater spoke up, "If I may speak..."

"Yaxley," Voldemort accepted as he looked up.