Wandless

Illness of my Isolation

Snape

"What are your orders, milord?" Bellatrix asked in a nearly loving way.

I refrained from rolling my eyes. Yes, they did it sometime, I honestly don't remember when, but he holds no actual love for her. At least not as strong as my love to Lily. I followed the dark lord's line of vision. It settled on the tank in the middle of the room of the Malfoy's Manor.

Inside the tank was a yellow liquid used in isolation experiments. Floating amidst the liquid was a nude Percy Jackson. He was semiconscious, his eyes closed, and his movements sluggish. It was about a month or two ago since we invaded Hogwarts, the school year was starting soon.

As soon as we dragged the Wandless Wizard to Lord Voldemort, he was put under a sleeping draught. Every other day, the dark lord would drag the boy out of the tank and question him, humiliate him, sometimes even torturing him.

Now that the school year was beginning, and Potter was missing, I knew Lord Voldemort would start becoming more intense with Mr. Jackson. Especially since he claimed to know everything that was happening. Which I knew to be correct.

Mr. Jackson had access to Dumbledore's plan on his many late sessions, even more than Mr. Potter did. The boy also had spent most of his time with the Golden Trio them self, getting knowledge from them and observing the way they act and think. Mr. Jackson and I have also talked on numerous occasions, not to mention his odd deal with Mr. Malfoy.

There was no doubt in my mind that the boy knew every action, thought, and future actions of the Golden Trio, Mr. Malfoy, and I. We three groups combined probably made up more than 75% of the majority of the war, and Mr. Jackson had every single aspect of us in his mind. It infuriated Lord Voldemort, who Mr. Jackson had dirt on too because of Dumbledore.

"Wake the informant." He commanded us.

Instantly, people were rushing towards the tank. The liquid was lifted to the top of the tank, and the boy fell to the bottom. The platform he lay on disappeared from under him, making him fall to the hard ground below. The platform reappeared, and the liquid continued swishing around the tank.

The dark lord approached Mr. Jackson on the floor. As soon as the boy had felt the ground beneath him, he stirred to life, struggling to get up. He was on his hands and leaning on his legs, wheezing in pain. He was always so sensitive when he came out of the tank.

Mr. Jackson took at least two minutes every time to open his eyes and allow them to adjust to the light. His lungs continued to rattle as if they hadn't had air for many seconds, and his body was covered in goosebumps from the transfer of liquid to air.

Lord Voldemort bent down next to the gasping teenager. He forced the boy to lift his head by placing his pale fingers under his jaw. I saw the tremble in Mr. Jackson's limbs as he struggled to stay upright from their lack of use. Mr. Jackson continued to whimper from the abrupt change of scenery.

"Shhh, Percy. It's okay, I'm here." Lord Voldemort soothed, sickeningly,"Severus, explain the situation to little Jackson here."

I warily watched the exhausted boy,"Mr. Potter has fled with Miss Granger, Mr. Walsom, and a suspected Mr. Weasley from a recent party. We have taken over the ministry, and many of the Order's members are unaccounted for, including Sirius Black. We have no knowledge of Black's living place, nor Mr. Potter's plan. All Weasley's are alive and somewhere they should or shouldn't be. Nothing on Miss Granger's family, and Mr. Walsom is still in Norway helping his sister."

Mr. Jackson's eyes fluttered open at the end of my speech. He continued to hold himself on his on his arms which continued to shake. The boy had stopped moaning, and was silent besides the rapid pants his mouth made. An uncontrollable shiver had taken over his body as he stared as defiantly as he could at Lord Voldemort.