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Consequences of a broken heart	By : Ravenheart Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Lily Views: 4736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:
Consequences of a broken heart
Pairing: Severus/Lily,
Severus/Harry, a bit of Severus/Lucius and a hint of
Voldemort/Harry
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Dark,
vengeful Severus, underage sex, necromancy
Summary: Lily
had hurt him that day, but he would get her back, he would cause her
unimaginable pain.
A/N:
Written for the Severus Sighs Anti-Valentines feast. Used
Prompts #4, #7 and #5, and Sev needed to be a real Death Eater for
this.

Part I

In the depths of his
mind, the part where he rarely acknowledged, he sometimes fantasized
with this day, February 14^th, Valentine's Day. It was
supposed to be his day, it was supposed to be his turn to succeed. It
was supposed to be of red posies and heart-shaped offerings, kisses
and love-filled promises, like the one he was ready to make to one
Lily Evans and the one he had hoped and prayed she would accept. It
was not supposed to be like this.

He was not supposed to
have caught her giggling and smiling and showing everyone her new
engagement ring, given by none other than James Potter. She was
supposed to be by his side, not with her arms around the fiend as he
snuggled against her and groped her in front of others.

He had wanted the
praise of getting the girl – for once – he had wanted
her, had always wanted her, and he was sure he had gotten her. But
instead he got the pitting looks, the snickers, the taunts and the
mild, insincere apology while her fiancé lurked in the corner,
watching both of them.

“Forgive me,
Sev,” She had said, her red hair shining in the twilight time,
even as her eyes dulled with the forced lies and the forced apology.
He knew her, had known her since they were children and he knew that
what he got was forced politeness. At best.

“It's not like I
love him, but I had to accept, my future's at risk here. We've got
less than six months before we're thrown in the real world and I've
got to make sure my future is set in stone. I can't work at the
Ministry, they don't hire Muggleborns, the only thing I can do is
marry Potter. I hope you understand.”

And he did.

He never thought Lily
could be that sort of person, the one to marry for status instead of
love. He risked a glance at Potter, his greasy hair hiding his eyes
from view. He loved her, no question about it. Loved her enough to
accompany her while she talked to his enemy.

As he turned back, he
caught her looking at Potter, the very same look various others
turned to the rich boy. She loved him back, so she was marrying for
love after all, but that could only mean one thing: She had never
loved him.

At that moment he could
think of one thing only, that he had been played, masterfully at
that. Severus took a deep breath and closed his eyes, nodding to her
that yes, he understood... and his heart broke all over again.

As the couple turned
away, hand in hand, whispering to each other and smiling his heart
felt like it was turned to stone, he felt like someone had removed
it, and with it, his feelings.

He stood there watching
them go, his hand loosening around the promise and the old, golden
engagement ring with a simple stone that he had, somehow, managed to
buy fell from his loosened grip, to be swallowed by the damp earth
around the lake.

Years later, when he
received news of the Potter's death he could only smile in
satisfaction as he sipped the aged wine at Lucius' place, he knew
that he had cause Lily more grieve and pain in the last ten hours
than anyone else, his request to his master had been simple –
even if it came with unforeseen consequences – he had asked him
to let her live, but to pose the question in their nursery, while he
was about to kill her son.

He knew that the
question would wreck havoc in her mind, for Lily Potter never did
anything without thinking.

He wondered if she
resented her son now, or had resented him them, as she chose who
would live, and who would die.

“What are you
smiling at Severus?” the blond asked, making himself
comfortable on the Potion Master's lap, waiting eagerly for those
hands to disrobe him.

“Just
satisfaction at my well made plans Lucius.”

The blond snorted,
unbuttoning Severus' robe.

“You're a very
strange man Severus...”

“Perhaps I am
Lucius, perhaps I am...” and then he ended their talk with a
kiss, even if his heart wasn't in it.

Part II

He stood before her
grave, the bouquet of flowers a direct contrast with his dark
clothing. It wasn't a simple bouquet however, and this wasn't a
simple visit to a loved one's grave, not at all, this was the
finishing touches of his revenge.

But before that...

He gently lay the
bouquet on a piece of cloth he had separated specially for this event
then, carefully, he made the trail of salt down to the far, forgotten
end of the cemetery, it wouldn't do to let Harry see her if he ever
chose to visit. He closed the trail and went back to the grave,
picking up the bouquet and separating the flowers, laying them
carefully around the stone.

“Wolfsbane and
Monkshood, inverted, to protect her from the rest of the world.”
he murmured, laying the yellow and purple flowers with their full
bloom directed at the grave.

“Tonka, to keep
her here, Mandrake for exorcism, Pokeroot for hexes.” he
murmured, staring at the twilight, he had waited until Valentine's
Day, rather... Valentine's Night fell with a full moon to bring it to
it's full capacity, capacity to create a powerful hex that is for had
it been a new moon, it would be its capacity to break
the hex, and that was something he didn't want, not now, not in the
future.

“Poison Hemlock
to purify,” He couldn't help but snort, was there anywhere else
more pure than a 1000 year old cemetery ground? Too bad he was about
to desecrate it.

He picked up the yew
twigs, and started to burn it, starting his contact with the
underworld. Along with it, he burned bloodroot and a few locks of her
preserved hair and finally the Black Nightshade, to call for her and
finally, he waited.

The full moon arose,
and with it, the spirit of Lily Evans... no, Lily Potter now. Her
blood-curdling scream music to his ears as he put the final touch,
Belladonna... he made it as if the spell was hers, so the one to bear
the havoc of Belladonna would be her, he couldn't help but feel
mildly satisfied.

“Welcome back
Lily.” he grinned, his bracelet of Foxglove protecting him from
her and her curses.

“You vile,
wretched thing, what do you want?” she spat, glaring with dead
green eyes at him.

“The rest of my
revenge, of course, what could I possibly want from you other than
that?”

“You've had your
revenge you monster...” she whispered, face twisted with
hatred.

“No, no, no, no,
no Lily flower.” he grinned, his eyes lighting up with malice
at the old nick name, “I've had part of my revenge, true... but
to see you, no, to know you'll be suffering for the rest of
eternity...” He sighed, his loins stirring in anticipation. But
he could wait until later. “that, that will be my complete
revenge you backstabbing, whore-making, mudblood bitch.”

Lily stared at him for
a moment longer before she swallowed and stared at her childhood
friend.

“What did I do to
deserve this? We were friends once...”

“We were... until
you decided I'd be a good plaything.” He sneered, getting
closer to the ghost, almost touching the salt circle. “I, also
took part of my revenge on your son my dear, beloved, most treasured
friend.” he sneered, relishing in the look of disgust that
crossed his face.

“I had him
sucking cock by the time he finished his first year, then I took to
fucking him against anything that could be used as a surface by the
time he was thirteen. And he's still tight, tight as a fucking
virgin.” He smiled, his yellowed teeth sneering at her with an
unfamiliar facet.

“And now... your
son is seventeen and ready to be a plaything for my Lord.” now
that, THAT finally tore from her the response he had been looking
for.

“NO! Don't you
dare...”

“Why not? You did
the same thing with me... but I will admit that I took it a step
further.” He shrugged, stepping over the salt line and going
further into the cemetery, knowing she would follow him.

And she did. Hurling
insults and death threats behind him, screaming and shouting and
roaring like a banshee as she tried to hurt him.

“And how do you
suppose to do that? You're dead Lily, you can't do anything even if
you wanted to.” he grinned again, staring at her and closing
the line of salt around her.

“And now,
regardless of your wishes, I have to go, but not before insuring that
you will remain here for the rest of our days.” He smiled,
getting a potion from the pocket inside his robes and pouring it
along the salt, solidifying it until it acquired the same properties
of marble.

“And with that,
you shall remain here, until both your son and I part from this
Earth, until hell swallows us all. And now,” He said, turning
his back to her, his face contorted with a smug smile as he heard her
shout. “I must leave you... Have a dark haired, green eyed
youth to woo with roses, bows, love letters, and other such
delusions...”

“I'll see you
later...” He paused, turning back to her. “No, actually,
I won't. Enjoy the rest of your non-existence Lily.”

And he left.
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