“Tell me,” gasped Snape as though every word taxed his self control. Thin wisps of steam from his mouth betrayed his agitated panting. “Tell me where Potter is and no one will harm you, I swear.” We were standing so closely that I could see tiny beads of sweat popping out on his furrowed forehead, could smell his nervousness.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood at his words. “Are you threatening me?”
“No, I never…” he trailed off, his gaze harsh but imploring. Slowly, he released my arm, and just as I let out a relieved breath, I noticed him begin to reach for the wand stuck in the waistband of his trousers. “Please, Lily…”
“Could you do it?” Feeling sick to my stomach, I stared him full in the face, wondering if he could bring himself to torture me for the information he thought I could give. His
Hope to make some good progress on the rest of the chapter during the week. :)