Lucius' POV

I have to wonder where Snape learnt such a curse…knowing him he probably created it just for this purpose.

I kneel slowly before the Dark Lord and I can tell by the gleam in his red slit eyes that he is laughing at me.

Castration is certainly not the most original thing but the fact that it's a slow castration makes me want to teach Snape the finer point of Duelling.

I had thought though that Potter couldn't be broken and it leaves a strange feeling in my stomach to know we all no longer have a hope of getting out from under the maniac's thumb. I clear my mind as such thoughts occur to me…there is no way on earth the Dark Lord would let me live if he knew my loyalty was only to myself.

I stand to take my place then watch as Snape walks forward; Potter crawling along behind him in servitude.

The world is doomed to kneel at the feet of a madman for the rest of eternity…Potter has it easy in comparison.

As we walk away after the meeting I watch Potter out of the corner of my eye. Snape tugs harshly on the collar and leash about the young mans neck.

I could swear on my Magic that I saw a flash of defiance in those 'lifeless' eyes.

I limp away; managing to not burst into happy laughter but I can't help the small smirk that curves my lips.