All characters belong to J K Rowling. I'm just borrowing them for a while. The story is my own. Any and all feedback is welcome.

Voldermort's throne room, for want of a better word, was just as dull and bleak as it had ever been. The dark damp walls giving the room a sense of foreboding which was carefully crafted and maintained by the evil, twisted man sitting in the large stone chair that adorned the main wall.

Here Voldermort was king of all he surveyed. He ruled with an iron fist and harsh rules. Though, those rules, whilst harsh were flawless in their simplicity, do as your told and live, don't and die.

Voldermort shifted slightly as he surveyed those who had arrived for the latest gathering, smiling at the increase in numbers of Death Eaters. With his fear spreading like a plague throughout the Wizarding World once again, new allegiances were being forged, some good and some bad. His numbers had increased almost five fold in the few short months since he had returned to his almost human form. The strange serpentine features had simply added to the fear he generated, though he knew it was simply a side effect of having Nagini as one of the chosen vessels for a segment of his darkened soul. His task of recruiting had become more and more easy with the bumbling fools at the Ministry dragging their feet over how best to approach him. He knew that his worst enemy was still Dumbledore with that golden boy of his. To take down the Order of the Phoenix would be a great victory for him.

'And now' he mused 'I have the means to take out their informant'

"Luciussssss" he hissed "we have a guesssst in the dungonsssssss. Fetch him now"

"Of course my lord" bowing lowly the pure blood retreated from the room down a narrow winding staircase which lead to the only place in the Death Eaters hideout which was more depressing than Voldermort's main meeting room. The stench of death and rotting flesh that emanated from the dungeons was harsh enough to make even the most hardened Death Eater retch. Everyone avoided looking into the darkened corners and closed rooms for fear of finding some poor forgotten soul left to rot there in hell. Walking quickly along the narrow corridor Lucius came to a halt at the only locked door. Finding the rusty key hanging next to the keyhole he unlocked the ancient mechanism, wincing as it groaned and squealed in protest of being used after so many years. Stepping quietly into the dark dank room, Lucius located the bloody heap of a man and hastily made his was back to his lord, knowing better than to keep him waiting.

At first there was nothing but a deep dull throb that seemed to emanate from every fibre of his being, but the throb quickly grew in intensity, encasing his soul in what felt like liquid fire. Everything hurt more than he ever imagined it was able to, and he knew it would get worse as the evening went by. He had been kept in this depressing hell for what seemed like eternity, being 'visited' every so often by a Death Eater to be cohered into giving up his secrets. Not once had he faltered, not once had he considered betrayal, simply holding on tightly to the belief that some day, once these foul beasts had been eradicated, everything and everyone would once again be able to live in peace and safety. That thought alone had gotten him through the days of torture. But now, as his limp body was dragged across the hard cold stone floor, he couldn't help but wonder when this was all going to end. He felt as his bruised head was tilted back, counted as three drops were dripped into his mouth, and winced in agony as he was forced into an uncomfortable chair and bindings placed tightly around his bruised and broken wrists and ankles.

"My Death Eaterssssss, May I introduce you to Mundungussssssssss, a member of the illussstriousss Order of the Phoenix" Standing slowly Voldermort approached the defenceless form before him "And through him I intend to find out ssssomething that hassss been bothering me for ssssome time now" Knowing that the Veritaserum would now be working fully Voldermort took the face of the helpless man in his hands, noting the look of disgust that flickered through the tired eyes only seemed to add to the enjoyment he received out of the situation. "Tell me, who isssss it that Dumbledore hassss sssspying on me? I know there issssss ssssomeone here not loyal to my caussssse" The chamber became so quiet then as everyone waited on bated breath for the stricken man to answer. It was an odd contrast when seconds later, a collective gasp went out as he murmured on a tired breath

"Severus Snape"

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