𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

22

A MOMENT OF TRUCE

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"You have already been playing with me all this fucking time," I grumbled putting more pressure over his neck with my wand.

"Oh, yeah, and you can't imagine how much I enjoyed it," he whispered, still with that disrupted smile. "Making you feel the pain your mother put those blood traitors through was the most amusing thing I've done in this school. You should have seen your watery eyes and how you tried to challenge me." he laughed hysterically. "You really thought I was Mad-Eye Moody, didn't you?"

"Are you becoming one of the good ones now, Crouch? Torturing the Slytherin children..., that sounds like Auror shit to me.'

"What would mommy Snape think when she knows her dearest daughter, her best weapon for the Dark Lord, is now a blood traitor slut?" he threatened, grabbing a piece of my hair in his hand, showing he was not afraid of me. "I cursed you to show you how powerful you'd be if you were by our side, I cursed you to show my power over you."

"Don't touch her." Snape spat with his usual calm voice, catching Crouch arm from my hair and giving him a piercing look.

Crouch laughed with disdain as Snape started to drag him, walking away.

"You know what, Lilith? I'll be such a hero once I go back to Azkaban that maybe your mother finally lets me fuck her. " he chuckled turning his neck around to look at me, " I'll let her call me 'Ares' if she wants to."

The rage invaded me from up to down and with my vision sharper and redder than ever, I grabbed my wand and pointed at him.

"You know what, Crouch? I think we're not even here. You cursed me with one of the Unforgivables, but I haven't had the chance to do it to you."

"What can a traitor's bitch possibly curse? You don't have what it takes, Little Snape."

He cursed me with an Imperio. He abused his power over me. He was one of my mother's favourites. He tried to mark me when I was a baby knowing that the mark was so painful to receive that the pain could have killed me. He agreed on trying to make me a weapon for their Dark Lord.

He fucking cursed me.

Now is my turn.

"CRUCIO!" I shouted and watched how the red light hit him under the disconcerted look of my uncle.

Barty Crouch Jr fell to the floor and started to writhe in pain, alternating his screams with his hysterical laughter.

Every time you do an unforgivable curse, you have to feel them for them to work. Feel it, Lilith! Feel it!

"Oh, dear." the son of a bitch sighed with a whiny and exhausted voice. "You could have been an incredible Death Eater."

I growled out loud and attempted to curse him again but Snape's body got in between us and grabbed my hand almost strangling it.

"What do you think you are doing, Lilith Medea?!" he spat with disappointment. "Are you going out of your mind?"

"Move, Severus." I slowly mouthed.

"To let you perform an unforgivable curse? I think I won't." he put more strength in his grip. "I'll let pass this one because you are my niece, but if you ever dare to curse one of them again and follow your mother's path, I will not hesitate to send you to a cell in Azkaban by her side, understood?"

I bit my tongue because I wanted to believe he was not capable of hurting me like that, but at that moment, I wasn't really sure about it. I slowly put my wand down, under Snape's severe eyes and Crouch's amused ones.