I need you. |severus snape|

44: Promises.

Voldemort smiled wickedly, Severus stared down at the table in shock. As if he couldn't believe what he had just done.

"Severus, my dear friend. Tell me what's troubling you?"
Voldemort smiled, approaching Severus from behind.

"Don't hurt her. I beg of you."
Severus pleaded the table of Deatheaters exchanged glances. Not being able to believe what was going on.

"Why? Have you....developed feelings...for this Muggle woman?"
Voldemort asked Ingrid's eyes widened.

"She's a pureblood my lord. Truly isn't anyone to be concerned about..."

"Oh but she's more than just a pureblood to you Severus..."
Voldemort smiled, then closing his eyes as if he was seeing something.

"Ah! Ugh!"
The dark lord groaned, stepping back in disgust.

"You....love her. You enjoy her company....you willingly-"
Voldemort paused, smiling wickedly.

"Mate with her.."
He beamed, the entire table erupted in fake-gagging and shock.

Ingrid couldn't move, but she'd give anything to just tell Severus it was going to be alright. He stood silently and stiffly, pain laced in his features.

"It seems that she's opened your mind. Distracted you from your duty! And seemingly has pulled you away from your lord...CRUCIAL!"
Voldemort shouted, pointing his wand at Severus.

Severus groaned and collapsed, Voldemort shoved the chair over. Ensuring that Severus fell on the stone.

Ingrid couldn't scream, she couldn't move. Her stomach was doing turntables, as was her brain.

She watched as Severus was put through the same painful curse as she was, Voldemort only stepped back to close his eyes again. The entire room went silent...

His eyes opened, filling with utter hatred. He stared at Ingrid.

"My friends. Leave."
He hissed, the Deatheaters exchanged looks.

"LEAVE!!"
He snarled, they all stood up and exited the room. Peter Pettigrew going to retrieve Ingrid from the air, but Voldemort stopped him.

"Leave her. I need to have words with both of them."
Voldemort instructed.

"Y-Yes my lord..."
Peter said, quickly hurrying out of the room.

Ingrid's mind went blank as Voldemort continued to scold and torture Severus, she couldn't say anything or move. Why try?

"Your mind is wide open Severus, you're allowing me to see everything...how you love her...this disgusting blood traitor."
Voldemort observed Severus started ahead.

"She's not...a blood...traitor."
Severus gasped, clearly weak.

"Oh but how can I be so sure...Reales!"
He shouted, pointing his wand at Ingrid.

She fell and hit the table, hard. Groaning, she went to sit up.

"Tell me, Ingrid, what is your opinion on muggles."
Voldemort snarled, walking slowly towards her.

"I...I think they are disgusting."
Ingrid lied, staring into Voldemort's eyes.

"Is that so?"
He grabbed her, slashing his wand across her face..leaving a large scar across her left eye.

"Argh!"
She groaned, hands balling in tight fists.

"You're useless...nobody cares about you. But you could...be mine."
Voldemort whispered, his raspy voice filling her ears.