It had been years since the Dark Lord took over the wizarding world and Snape seemingly betrayed his allies. As a spy and double agent, his allegiance had always been in question. Even now, he suspected that the Dark Lord was looking to replace him. Snape had always been a threat to him, even as he had proven useful.

His eyes were bottomless pits as they gazed down at his captive - currently wandless, restrained, and helpless. His former student and former colleague in the Order. His breath caught as he finally laid eyes on them for the first time in several years. He never thought they would be captured - they were a natural escape artist and elusive pain in the arse.

Although many rebels were tortured or killed, he asked the Dark Lord to give the rebel to... him. He had not asked for such a thing since Lily, over two decades ago. Their expressive eyes lit up the dismal surroundings of his home, stirring his miserable and forgotten heart.

"You were given to me without my approval," Snape lied in a cold tone. "The Dark Lord felt that it would be best for you to handled by someone... familiar."