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For a long time I had that "buzzing" sound in my head, like someone had cast a muffler spell on me that wasn't very successful.Just 1 minute before, we were still standing in the orchard in the setting sun while listening to cheerful music and admiring the refreshing farmland scenery around us, and we were waiting for an opportunity to squeeze into the crowd to express our blessings to the newcomers.

"James and Fiona have been confirmed dead." The man's slow tone broke into my mind abruptly, forcing me to repeatedly understand what this meant. It sounded too unreal. The Ministry of Magic was captured ?How is this possible?They completed the task of transferring Neville in an orderly manner a few days ago. Tonks also said that Mrs. Potter would come to the wedding with my mother. She—

Mother.Thinking of this, I was so excited that I almost couldn't control the exclamation that rolled down my throat. Other thoughts went away in an instant: the Ministry of Magic was captured, my mother was on duty at the Ministry of Magic, my mother didn't catch up with Bill and Fleur's wedding on time, Voldemort suddenly appeared in my house - where is mum now?

"Ah, thinking about why there is blood on me, and thinking about whose blood it belongs to." Voldemort looked at Dad who had been standing stiffly in front of me, and seemed to feel a kind of pleasure, which made his throat hiss. The sound became more pronounced.Despite the darkness outside the window, I'm sure it was the rotting fingers sticking out from under the dementor's robes.This kind of fear mixed with high tension and cold made me almost unable to react. I could only firmly remember the "don't move" that my father told me before.

I stood there mechanically watching the devil who had caused all the previous tragedies stretch out his finger to dip the blood that was not completely dried on the front of his robe, because his skin was strangely sickly bluish-white, and the spot on his fingertip was particularly bright red. garish.

Presumably noticing my father's gaze and mine turned to his fingertips, Voldemort smiled contentedly—if that grin of nostrils and lips parted could be called a smile.I believe that many readers have more or less known Voldemort's appearance through other means (of course, in order to attract readers, the covers of more books under the banner of "excavating the unknown and tragic past of the mysterious man" are all about him in Hogg Watts as Head Boy), where I must ruthlessly puncture some young witch's strange fantasies: at least his reanimated skin won't have an iota of reminiscence of his former schoolboy good looks.When I saw him for the first time, I had only one feeling, that the figure with twisting and slender neck standing a few steps away was just a dark soul clad in crude, pale human skin.

"I wanted to sit down and catch up with you, Severus, but every piece of furniture in this house reeks of mudblood, and you don't mind—or have lived for too long, Get used to it." The wand in Voldemort's hand circled his fingertips, and the soft sofa in the living room and the needle cushions that his mother knitted in his spare time instantly turned into powder, and he conjured two black reflective chairs out of thin air, Shi Shiran sat down, then pointed to his father with the empty finger, and then nodded to another chair.Dad didn't move, still blocking in front of me with the hand that wasn't holding the wand, only Draco walked silently to the back of Voldemort's chair and stood there.

"Where's Lily?" Dad seemed to squeeze a few words through his teeth.

"It's disappointing, Severus Snape." Voldemort lowered his head and stared at the blood on his fingertips with his slender pupils, his tone of appreciating interesting things seemed even more oppressive under such pressure Cruel, "Although your old friend Lucius has some complaints about you, he always thinks that you have a good brain--a brain that only a noble Slytherin would have. Don't let Dumbledore This kind of old waste that has been buried in the soil will no longer affect your judgment."

"Wand raised." Voldemort seemed to remember something funny, and he watched Dad point at the tip of his wand and let out a high-pitched laugh, reminding me of Bellatrix Rice in madness trange. "Ah, yes, at least you have a wand in your hand...James Potter tried to tell his woman to run away first, and I killed him before he even had time to pick up his wand. And then he didn't I used a woman who wanted to rush over to avenge him, Nagini bit her throat instantly, but I did not allow this kind of brainless woman to stain my clothes with blood, she was still lying on the ground for her My son begged me for mercy - it was so simple that I was amazed and tasteless... Yes, this feeling of gratitude, thank you Lord Voldemort - I did what you dreamed of doing all those years ago, didn't I? Look, I came to the door with full sincerity today, so I patiently listened to many boring old stories of you people..."

"Shouldn't you go up and wipe her tears, Draco?" Voldemort's voice echoed only in the empty room. He turned his head to look at me, who was mostly covered by my father, with great interest, and suddenly said: "Your little girl looks frightened by me."

"Master, I have clarified to you several times." After a short silence, Draco replied, "I am ashamed of my stupid things in the past, and Aunt Bella must have reported it to you—"

Voldemort stretched out an index finger to interrupt his eager defense, and said slowly: "I will give you many opportunities to continue to prove your loyalty, Draco."

"Where did you take my wife?" Dad asked again, although his hands were not shaking uncontrollably like mine, and his voice was even calm—tight, and the next second The depression of not knowing how to react.

"Your abilities are bound by useless emotions, Severus." Even though he called his father by his Christian name, Voldemort's tone was always tinged with icy mockery. Undoubtedly, he was appreciating the reaction his words brought to other people, and happily enjoying the feeling of coercion, "You were supposed to be on our side until now, although you are still here because of that mudblood woman Bewitched by Dumbledore for many years—”

"If you want to use my wife to control me, first tell me where she is, alive or dead." The moment Dad interrupted him, Voldemort's pupils constricted into a long, thin line.

"I wanted to say something more polite for this time, Draco? Yes, a door-to-door invitation, adding some warm human touch." His red eyes were fixed on my dad's face, and his lipless mouth twisted Cheng made a weird smile, "It's a pity that you don't intend to accept my kindness, but it also makes things easier."

"Noticing it wasn't that Mudblood's blood? It's easy to wonder how Lord Voldemort would allow himself to be tainted by that filth, but it would be nice to celebrate tonight's victory with all her blood—wand, if I were You should have put it away when Lord Voldemort showed such kindness and knelt on the ground and kissed my toes - she almost died, if it wasn't for that Scrimgeour standing in her way, it would be more because of me mercy..."

"My mercy is limited, as you should know very well, Severus Snape." Voldemort looked past Dad again and began to look at me, "And my Nagini is very hungry and very angry. The Mudblood hurt an eye... and I wouldn't punish him if he got a little out of control."

The moment Dad clenched his wand tightly, I thought he wanted to attack, but Voldemort didn't think so. He watched Dad's every movement with his snake eyes, until his hand holding the wand slowly fell to his side, Only then did Voldemort show a cruel smile, and with his slender and slightly distorted fingers facing each other, he said softly, "That's right."

"Where are you going to take her?" There was a trembling crack in Dad's steady voice, "What do you want me to do?"

"Mudblood, of course there is a place for Mudblood to stay." Voldemort turned his head to look at the dementors that were wandering outside the window, and said bewitchingly, "Severus, I have always been a person who cherishes talents, and This is why so many people choose to believe in me... Our wizarding society has been sick for too long, polluted by the dirty blood of mudbloods, werewolves and even giants... There are too few good wizards Well, an excellent wizard like you was also confused by the old lunatic's nonsense, and willingly became his pawn, but I don't plan to blame you, I hope to give you a heavy responsibility."

"Hogwarts lacks a headmaster who can be used by me and who can control the students." He tapped his knees uninterestedly, "Students, the most useless and troublesome are young people. You should have a deep understanding. Connelly Although Fudge is a hopeless idiot, his setbacks the year before reminded me that people in this position must have certain abilities and absolute loyalty to me. I know that Dumbledore has a crazy way of loyalty Rhetoric, but loyalty is the cheapest thing for Lord Voldemort."

"Answer me, Severus." He leaned forward, watching his father's expression with interest, "May Lord Voldemort trade your wife and daughter for your complete devotion?"

As soon as I was about to speak, my father stared back at me with a horrified look, then turned around stiffly, and slowly moved to the empty chair with my tears streaming down my face. When the chair was turned back into drifting smoke by Voldemort.

Voldemort's eyes widened viciously, until my father remained silent for a few seconds before him, finally knelt slowly, and he let out a grim laugh.

"My daughter..." Dad said in a husky voice, "you don't have to—you've got Lily under control, and I won't—"

"No, I won't give you any illusion of having a chance to save people, and you'd better realize that you have no right to negotiate terms with me." Voldemort said sarcastically, "You are a cunning old crow, and many people That's how I judge you. Only by locking them in different places can you completely cut off your thoughts. As soon as one of them slips away from me, I will immediately kill the other, understand? "

There were many later moments in my life that I thought were as hazy and indistinct as other memories over the years.But when I wrote this, I suddenly found that I never really forgot all of them for a moment, they were just locked in the deepest part of my mind to protect myself from being tortured day and night, and once I opened the lock, I could even remember The projection of the light in the living room on the faces of father and Voldemort at that time.I can remember how my father stretched out his arm to Voldemort because of me and my mother; I can remember how the twisted, ugly Dark Mark emerged on my father's skin bit by bit; I can remember the grim laughter piercing my eardrums with sarcasm.

I have been standing there, like a shell of a lost soul watching everything that happened, and I can only intermittently remember that in the dimly lit office of the Slytherin head, I stared at my father's face trying to Announcing that he has grown up, he answered me with a little tiredness. He only did one thing in his life, and he could only do one thing-protect me and my mother.

"I think your daughter won't need a wand after being taken to my house." Voldemort turned to me, his eyes narrowed, leaving only a few slits on his face, " Draco."

Subconsciously, I took a step back and raised my wand again.

"Alice." Dad, who was not allowed to stand up, warned me.

Mom is still in their hands. I remind myself of this over and over again. Although I am a little far away from them, even if I can get away with it, I will hurt my father and mother... I stared at Draco with wide eyes Walking towards me step by step, the sound of the traveling cloak outside his robes dragging on the ground made my scalp tingle. When he opened his pale palm to me, I remembered that it was this hand that picked up the wand and killed Deng. Bullido, a strong hatred welled up in my heart.

"Give it to me." He said unemotionally.

I thought he'd put my wand back in his pocket like before, and I let out a horrified exclamation when he reached out and gripped the ends of my wand.

"Do not--"

In the next second, I heard the crisp sound of my wand breaking in his hand, and I felt that a certain part of my body seemed to break with that sound, and staring blankly at Draco was like throwing it away and breaking it I threw my wand into the empty flowerpot beside him like a wooden stick, and when he reached out and grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards Voldemort, I was so shocked that I even forgot to resist.

"Then we shall see you soon, Severus." Voldemort humorously bowed to his father, who was still kneeling on the ground, "We have too much to do tonight, considering all the things you have done before." Collision and disrespect, I will not give you father and daughter the time to say goodbye."

I haven't been to Malfoy Manor for many years, and I didn't even recognize it for a while, until I saw two tall doors full of ostentatious mastery.The iron gate didn't open, but neither Draco nor Voldemort stopped, and we walked right through it.Everything before happened so suddenly that I lost my basic sense of time, and could only vaguely judge that it should be late at night by looking at the shining stars and the position of the moon above my head.I couldn't help shivering in the night wind, and slowly realized that I was still wearing the red dress that I attended the wedding during the day. I don't know if it was an illusion. I felt that there were more than one pair of eyes watching me in the thick darkness. shoulders on the outside.

Draco's hand gripped my wrist tightly. As soon as his steps slowed down, Voldemort said slowly, "I feel your dissatisfaction, child."

"No, I'm just... a little confused." Draco said, "You should know that my father was an important member of the Hogwarts school board before he was kicked out by Dumbledore. loyalty--"

"Of course, I never doubted it," Voldemort replied coldly. "Your father was reluctant to lend me his wand, Draco. I have to say that you are better than him. At least you can do it." Instead of screwing up all the things I told you, one by one."

"He is honored that you have chosen to use his wand," said Draco immediately, "I assure you that he has not the slightest—"

"He shouldn't, let alone dare." Voldemort stopped, "Okay, I'm going to hear what good news Dolohov and Rolle can bring me about the two boys, you settle down Well, she'll come and listen too. As for your father's business, I'll restore his seat on the school board and let him keep a close eye on Snape's every move, which is what you got for him."

"Thank you very much." In the dimly lit hallway, only a crystal lamp overhead illuminated Draco's ecstatic face.

"Where are you taking her?" Voldemort asked suddenly, standing where he was, when Draco turned and grabbed my arm and roughly dragged me downstairs into the dungeon.

"Dungeon, my master." Draco's face was blank, "And those people caught before—"

"She's still useful to me." I felt that at that moment just now, Voldemort looked at Draco with a slight scrutiny in his eyes, "If she is eaten by that werewolf tomorrow With the skeleton left, I'd be pissed off - at least until I get the information I want from her, watch her and make sure she's sane in front of me."

"Yes." Draco bowed his head and stood upright after Voldemort walked through a wooden door that was slowly opened to him.

The pale portraits on the wall kept staring at me, and I watched them whispering behind the ornate fans behind their faces through the hair scattered in front of their faces. "Those two boys", thinking of the last words Voldemort said, my stomach twitched because of tension, obviously I didn't have time to eat anything at the wedding, but I didn't feel a trace of hunger——Neville, Herr Min, Ron, Tallus, and Harry, did they escape in the chaos?Where is it hiding now?Mr. Potter and Mrs. Potter are dead, how could Harry endure such a change in one breath, can Hermione persuade him?If he knows I've been taken...if Voldemort lets him know I'm at Malfoy Manor on purpose - I can't let Voldemort realize that he can use me to threaten Harry as well as my father...

"Don't, in this place, want to be smart." After closing the door of the room with his backhand, Draco grabbed my hand that was trying to steal his wand, and firmly clamped my neck with the other hand so that I could stick to it You can't move on the cold door, "You are here because the master thinks you are still valuable. There are many ways to ensure your sobriety, do you understand?"

This is his bedroom. Although the lights are not turned on, everything in the room is in darkness, but I realized it because of the pain that pierced the skin of my shoulder. The "very powerful" long thorn, at that time we had to stand on the bench and lift our toes to touch it.

"I'm going to a meeting downstairs. Senna—" He let go of me, and there was a pop in the air as he called, and a house-elf appeared at his feet, smeared and trembling bowed to him. "Look at her."

"Yes, master!" The elf replied in a shrill voice, "Senna will not leave Miss Snape a step!"

He took off his heavy traveling cloak and threw it on me, then turned around and unscrewed the bronze doorknob, and with a muffled sound, the little light that shone into the room from the corridor disappeared.

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The image of Voldemort has been modified to a certain extent compared to the original work. I would like to express my sincere apologies for the discomfort that this modification may cause.